by L. J. Fine
In the near complete darkness, they wondered around the first corridor at a snail’s pace until someone wearing a hockey mask and holding a chainsaw jumped out at them. Screaming they put their asses in gear, running to get around the next bend.
“Holy shit,” Chloe rasped, panting and out of breath when they finally got away from the Jason wannabe. She poked Emma in the side making her jump before putting her hand to her chest. “The things I do for you, Emma, you don’t even know. I feel like my heart’s in my throat.”
“Hey, I’m not making you do anything. And I thought that you were here solely to support your boyfriend.” With a scowl, Emma rubbed her side where Chloe had gotten her. But Chloe was no longer listening.
Emma followed her line of vision to see Brian standing farther down the corridor. Speaking of the devil, he stood in tight black bondage pants with random safety pins poking through the material in haphazard positions. His black muscle T had tears in places and it showed off his beautifully sculpted arms, chest and broad shoulders to perfection. Somehow he had made his skin look vividly pale, a sharp contrast to all that black and his dark blond, messy hair fell around his face in a way that seemed careless but Emma knew had to be styled just so.
His stillness in the darkness as he leaned up against the wall made him seem almost invisible. Until a group of girls strayed too close. Hissing, he bared a gleaming par of fangs that looked alarmingly real. The girls screamed and jumped backward as he stalked toward them, a menacing growl rumbling through his sharp teeth. The group hurried to disappear around the corner and he came back to his post, low laughter shaking his shoulders.
Now this intimidating badass was what Emma had been expecting when she first met him. Seemed Halloween brought out all different aspects of people you thought you otherwise knew and Chloe stood transfixed by this side of her boyfriend.
“Oh, we are so gonna have a good time with those fake fangs when he gets home tonight.” Chloe licked her lips. “C’mon, let’s go say hi.”
Before Emma could protest that he seemed more apt to bite her face of at the moment than say hello, Chloe left her side to move toward him. Emma rolled her eyes and went to follow when a smoke machine suddenly went off right about her head, obscuring her vision and giving her a coughing fit.
After what felt like an eternity of waving her hands to clear the smoke, she looked to where Brian had been standing but he and Chloe had disappeared. Maybe they had gone around the bend to get out of the way. She walked farther down the path and around the corner but found the corridor empty. Eerily so.
Okay, so maybe this place was starting to get to her. She was severely skeeved out.
“Chloe,” she hissed as she rounded yet another bend that led into what looked like an empty room. Black curtains lined the walls, swaying in the slight draft that seemed to permeate the entire building. A dead end and Chloe and Brian nowhere to be found.
“Damn it,” she muttered to herself as she turned to leave. All the while the words they aren’t allowed to touch you repeated like a mantra in the back of her mind. The last thing she wanted to do was go through this maze, getting chased down by actors in disturbingly vivid costumes, by herself. But through her frustration with Chloe for taking off, the knowledge that this was all fake gave her a modicum of comfort. And hadn’t she been thinking she needed to add some excitement to her life? Who knew? Maybe she could use this in her writing somehow. It certainly gave her an accurate description of fear to draw from.
Just as she had come to terms with her situation, a pair of hands shot out from behind a curtain. One strong arm wrapped around her waist while a hand clamped over her mouth to drag her backward behind the heavy black material and out of sight.
White-hot fear gripped her as the arm tightened around her to pull her close into the hard body behind her. Her attacker’s head dipped lower until the silky softness of his lips reached her ear.
“You should know better than to wonder off the beaten path, little girl.” The low, gruff timber of his voice sent goose bumps down her neck where his warm breath fanned out over her skin.
The callused palm that still covered Emma’s mouth muffled her frightened whimper and he chuckled against her hair. In a movement too fast to track, he spun her around, pinning her between the brick wall at her back and his solid frame at her front. Emma could feel her pulse beating hard against the base of her throat. Who was this guy? And what happened to the no touching rule?
The hood of the black sweatshirt he wore covered his head, obscuring his features from her view. Even through the dense material, she could see the muscles that bunched and tensed with the effort of keeping her in place. He removed his hand from her mouth and grabbed her wrists to hold them above her head against the wall. Though his movements were firm, surprisingly, he didn’t hurt her.
He dipped his head forward and she finally saw who held her captive.
Ben put his face level with hers and her gaze dropped down to his mouth, bare inches from her own. Those full lips of his curved up into another rare smile. This one even more brilliant than the one she’d witnessed at the bonfire, revealing perfect teeth in an utterly disarming grin. Her eyes flashed to his and this close, she saw that they were lighter than the rest of his brothers. A deep whiskey-color with hints of yellow around the irises, they were beautiful and haunting, containing a heat that the sane part of her didn’t even know what to do with.
Though, her body had a few ideas.
Moving closer, he aligned the full length of his body with hers, letting her feel every hard inch of his frame against her softer one. Some of that hardness she felt below the belt as it pressed against her belly. All that pressure and knowing what was about to happen, had her heart beating out a rapid staccato in her chest.
As if he could hear it, his smile turned mischievous before he ran the tip of his nose along the side of her neck, breathing her in.
“Are you scared?” Sharp teeth nipped at her skin before his tongue laved at it to soothe the sting. She swallowed hard and his tongue tracked the movement before he pulled back slightly.
Guess he really had been serious about taking Chloe up on that bet. Who knew? The way he’d left the bonfire without speaking to her, she figured he’d just been leading Chloe along.
“Should I be?” The question came out breathless and she knew it wasn’t a consequence of fear. Maybe she should have been afraid. To have a virtual stranger pressing her up against a wall like this, and no one knew where they were. But something about his scent, like wood smoke and dark spices, something about the way he touched her, like if he got too forceful she would break, had her initial fear turning into a liquid desire that pooled low in her belly.
A wicked light flashed through his eyes. “Isn’t that what you came here for? To find a new and interesting way to make yourself scream?”
Holy. Shit.
The feel of his lips softly brushing hers cut off any response she might have given. Just a sweep of flesh against flesh, nothing more, as he slowly dragged his lips back and forth. It felt almost calming, maybe even had her slightly mesmerized, so when his tongue traced the seam of her lips she gasped. And he took full advantage.
He took his sweet time, rubbing his tongue against hers in a sensuous rhythm that chased all rational thought from her mind. This man tasted decadent and she couldn’t deny that she wanted him. So she kissed him back.
The low growl of his approval vibrated into her, making her shiver. Slowly, he slid her hands back down the wall and held them at her sides. The pressure he put on her wrists a clear warning to keep them still before he lifted his hands. Not wanting this to end so soon, she obeyed.
Deft fingers pulled at the zipper of her sweatshirt, then slid it down over her shoulders to tangle at her wrists, effectively tying them together, binding her where he wanted her. All the while his lips never left hers.
Once satisfied that her hands weren’t going anywhere, he let his fingers skim the edge of her t-shirt, l
ifting it so he could trace the skin he found there. Her belly trembled in response to his touch and her breathing stopped altogether when those talented fingers reached the button on her jeans.
Breaking the kiss, he rested his forehead against hers as the both watched his fingers, eager to see what he would do next. How far would he take this? In such a public place?
“I can make you scream, Emma.” His sinful voice whispered across her skin, the sound so good it had her closing her eyes, willing him to prove his words.
“Are you wet for me?” His question had her eyes snapping open to find his, the intensity in his gaze startling. He gave her a soft kiss before murmuring against her lips, “lemme feel.”
She felt as if she had stepped into an alternate reality as soon as he had dragged her behind the curtain. But as he unbuttoned her jeans and pulled the zipper down, she couldn’t say that this reality sucked.
Warm, callused fingers invaded her panties and she jerked her hips into the wall at the first touch of his finger moving through her slit.
The breath hissed through his teeth on a sharp inhale. “Yeah, you’re wet, Sugar.” He brought his lips to her ear as his finger played with her, rubbing in gentle circles. “What’s going through your head to make you soak my hand like this, huh?”
It’s all about you, she thought, not able to voice her thoughts. The way he touched her made speech impossible.
“Hmm?” he purred. “You thinking about where my hand is going?” Slowly, torturously, he slid his fingers downward, rimming her opening once, twice. “You want me to fuck this sweet pussy with my fingers?”
His sexy, unexpectedly dirty words had her creaming even more and as he spoke, he slid two fingers inside her, easily filling her up. Moaning, she let her head fall back to rest against the wall as he finger-fucked her nice and slow. Eventually, as her hips began to match his rhythm, his pace quickened and his thumb came up to rub her clit.
“Oh fuck,” she groaned. Almost there. So close.
He stopped.
Her eyes popped open to meet his and when she let out a frustrated growl he kissed her, rude, wet and open. Almost distracting her from the fact that he pulled his fingers free. This time when she growled he ignored her.
“Maybe you were thinking about my mouth, though, instead.” His gaze caught and held hers as he brought his fingers to his lips and sucked them into his mouth. “Mmm.” It was his turn to growl. “You taste good, baby.”
He licked his lips, deliberately making a show of his tongue sliding over the full swell of the bottom one and she watched entranced. His mouth came back down on hers and she could taste herself when his tongue swept inside. The way he kissed her, like he owned her, and their mingled flavors had her inner muscles pulsing.
Reaching up, he grabbed fistfuls of her t-shirt and ripped it down the middle, jerking her body up off the wall with the rough movement before pushing her back into place. When she could only gape at him, he shrugged.
“It was getting in my way.” His eyes darkened. “I don’t like it when things get in my way.”
The casual way in which he stated that probably should have given her pause. Maybe she shouldn’t be giving into him so easily. Maybe she should have resisted a little more. But then, those devilish lips were back on her skin and all warning shots ceased to fire. He trailed hot, open mouthed kisses down the column of her throat, stopping to tongue the hollow at the base.
When he dipped lower to flick his tongue over her lace-covered nipple, instinct had her hands jerking up to sift her fingers through his hair. That’s when she remembered her hands were bound at her sides by her sweatshirt. It lent a feeling of helplessness to this whole encounter. All she could do was let him have his way with her. Just the thought of it had the dull ache inside her intensifying. That sensitive bundle of nerves at the top of her slit turned into a pulse point.
The feel of him sucking her nipple through the delicate material only made it worse. His fingers hooked into the cup of her bra that covered her other breast and tugged downward. The material lifted her now exposed breast, putting it on display for him. Those heated amber eyes flashed up to meet hers as his mouth meandered to her bared nipple. The sensation of wet heat surrounding her naked flesh was like a direct currently to her core and she whimpered his name.
He played with her for agonizing minutes, driving her crazy, before that sinful mouth began to move lower. He nipped at the tender skin of her belly as he knelt down in front of her and pulled her jeans and panties down in one swift move. Freeing one of her feet from the material, he lifted her up until her thighs rested on his shoulders, her back braced against wall.
She would have shrieked at him taking her weight like that, seriously, he’d picked her up. But he chose that moment to languidly lick her through the length of her seam. She cried out as that talented tongue concentrated on her clit, alternating between rapidly flicking it back and forth and running gentle circles over it.
“Uhn, Ben,” she panted.
One of his hands rested on her hip, balancing her weight between him and the wall. The other dipped between her legs, spreading her pussy lips open to give his tongue better access. She felt his thick middle finger rubbing at that delicious space right above her opening before he slowly slid it insider her.
“Don’t come,” he growled against her skin, the vibrations it caused making it difficult to obey the command. But then the assault of his tongue on her aching nub eased up. His eyes locked with hers. The lust and menace staring up at her caused her breath to hitch. “Not until I say you can.”
Hooking his fingers, he began pumping them in and out of her cunt in an easy rhythm while his tongue drew languid figure eights over her flesh. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head. What he did, coupled with the fact that she was letting a man she barely knew lick and finger-fuck her pussy in a public place started to get to her. Beads of sweat dotted her skin as her whole body began to tremble. Her orgasm, when he finally let her have it, was going to be explosive and she wondered if she would survive the experience.
Definitely a first.
But every time he brought her to the edge, he’d pull back, lighten his touch to bring her back from the precipice only to start building her up again. Nothing else existed, nothing but Ben kneeling in front of her. His fingers, his mouth, and oh damn his tongue. She no longer cared where she was, or that she didn’t know him that well, or that this whole situation was beyond bizarre. She just wanted him to make her come.
“Please,” she pleaded on a broken whimper.
“Mmm,” he hummed against her flesh and black spots dotted her vision with the effort of holding off her impending orgasm. Pulling back from her ever so slightly, he licked his glistening lips, eyes narrowing into hooded slits of desire. “Please what?”
What? She couldn’t think with him looking at her like that. Then his tongue came out to flick over her swollen clit and she remembered. She so remembered.
“Make me come,” she whispered.
He shook his head as his fingers continued to thrust into her ad a maddeningly slow pace. “If you want something, you ask for it nicely.” He kissed her sex gently. “Be sweet, baby.”
He had her so flustered that she didn’t even know if she still had the capacity to form a coherent sentence and he wanted her to be polite about it? But it was either that or die of spontaneous combustion. So she tried.
“Will you…can I…” His fingers slid into her so slowly she almost screamed. “Please, please, let me come.”
With a low grow, his mouth returned to her skin as his fingers thrust hard up into her. “Come for me,” he said against her flesh, fingers moving to the exact pace she needed and her breath stopped. Her orgasm slammed into her, setting off fireworks behind her eyelids as she detonated around his fingers.
“Uh, fuck yes,” she moaned. The pent up air in her lungs whooshed out as her hips jerked harder into his mouth and he ate at her until the tremors stopped. Finally, he leg her
legs slide down to the floor as those full lips ran up her stomach and latched onto one of her nipples, sucking on it and tonguing it like a lollipop. When he repeated the torture on her other nipple, she could feel her blood start to heat again and she arched her hips, brushing against the rock hard erection beneath his jeans.
Hands finding her hips, he lifted her once again so that her legs wrapped around his waist. “You came so good for me, Emma.” His lips brushed against hers. “But I’m still gonna make you scream.”
Holy shit, was it possible that this could get better? Was that even a real thing? Guess I’m going to find out, she thought as his mouth returned to hers. He reached between their bodies and she heard the sound of a zipper. Before she could fully process it, the hot, wet tip of his cock slide through her slit, kissing her opening.
Pulling back from her mouth, he lifted a hand to cup her face. He regarded her thoughtfully for a few protracted seconds before rumbling, “You on the Pill?”
The sole focus of her world had been on the way he felt sliding against her, how incredible he would feel once he was inside her. But his words brought her back to reality with a jolt. She’d been on the Pill for a while to regulate her periods so she nodded. But what about the other reasons for needing an condom?
As if he could read her mind he said, “I’m clean, you?”
Again she nodded and that was all the encouragement he needed before he pushed into her, filling her up, stretching her to accommodate his thick cock. The sheer amount of time between the last time she had done this and now made her tight, and he was a big boy. Her muscles clenched around him and he had to pause halfway inside.
“Fuck,” he groaned against her lips. Slowly, he drew back, almost all the way out while he dragged his teeth across her bottom lip. Then, just as slowly, he worked himself back in, this time going a little deeper. Hooking one arm under her knee, he lifted her leg higher before he bent his knees and came up into her at an angle, going deeper, almost all the way inside, making her moan.
“Yeah,” he murmured. “Take my cock. Take it deeper, baby.” Once again drawing back, he moved almost completely out of her before he thrust home, sliding all the way inside.