Halloween Treats

by Alexa Riley

  “Oh my God. I bet I’m going to do that if I go on a date with him.” I point to the wine on my shirt, making Apple snort.

  “Why do you think all the single teachers are always talking about him? He’s like a freaking unicorn no one can catch. Not even for a fast fuck.” Apple wiggles her eyebrows.

  I get up and go into the kitchen, trying to clean myself up. Apple appears moments later.

  “Listen,” she says, putting her hand on her hip. “Don’t freak yourself out. Look at the facts. He’s never seen out with a woman, and now he’s asking you to go out on a very public date. Not only that, everyone has been whispering about how he’s always looking at you. Something he’s never done with anyone else. Just you. All this shows me is he really wants you. This isn’t a game. He’s more than into you.” She takes a step closer, handing me my refilled glass of wine. “And after what I’ve seen today, that date will be happening one way or another. Drink your wine and let’s think on what kickass Halloween costume you’re going to wear tomorrow.”

  I take a big gulp, knowing she’s right. I could tell today Jack is going to have me. It’s just a matter of how long it will take.

  4

  Jack

  I walk into the school gym and look around, searching for her. This day has felt like an eternity, and I know I can’t wait another second to get my eyes on her. Touch her. Finally know how soft her lips are.

  The room has been transformed into a Halloween mansion, complete with people who have been hired to perform tricks. The school goes over the top every year, but always raises a lot of money for charity with the event. Looking around the space, I see students, parents, and teachers playing games and dancing.

  Scott tugs on my hand and points, and I follow his line of sight. Kim and Eric come up on his other side, and they see our exchange.

  “Come on, Scott. Let’s go see if your dad will buy us some cotton candy.” Kim winks at me and they all step away. Scott is full-out grinning. He’s been my little wingman through all of this.

  I scan the crowd again and spot the red and black. Of course Raven is Harley Quinn. I smile to myself as I walk over and look her up and down. She’s got on the classic Harley costume. Not the new one from Suicide Squad, but the black and red jester outfit that hugs her lush full curves in all the right places and makes my mouth water. Her hair is down, and the dark curls frame her face. She’s not wearing her glasses, and her eye makeup is heavy. She looks like a nerd's wet dream, and I’m having a hard time walking a straight line to her.

  I don’t know how I'm going to keep it together. My guess is I’m not going to be able to. I’ve wanted her for too long, and all this need is pushing forward, finally wanting out, and it’s going to take all my control not to take her on the nearest surface and finally find out just how sweet she really tastes.

  She finally sees me and her mouth opens a little in shock before her full lips form a perfect little O. She looks me up and down, and then a smile pulls at her mouth.

  “Don’t we make a pair,” I say, opening my arms a little.

  I’d spotted a button on one of her bags a few weeks ago that had I love The Joker on it, with a green heart. I knew then exactly what my costume would be. If she loves The Joker, then that’s exactly what I would go as.

  I see her cheeks blush as she takes in my dark suit with the neon green tie. I’ve got my hair slicked back and I’m wearing a half-mask that covers my mouth. It shows a menacing smile with scars on either side of the mouth.

  “You look scary,” she says, but takes a step towards me. “I didn’t recognize you at first.”

  I pull the mask down and let it hang around my neck. “Better?”

  She nods and bites her lip. The move is so innocent and sweet, but she looks so naughty in her costume. I take a few steps forward, and she mirrors my move, stepping back farther into the dark corner. Whoever she was talking to earlier has stepped away, and now we have this private area all to ourselves.

  There’s a wooden structure that’s been built for the event right beside us, and it’s perfect for what I want. I just need a taste. A small one, I lie to myself. A small anything with her will never do, but I still can’t stop myself. I reach out, taking Raven’s hand and pulling her back behind the structure. It offers us even more privacy, which is what I desperately need with her right now.

  “Jack?” She says my name in a questioning tone, but there’s also a hint of excitement there. I can see it in her eyes. I’m starting to see I’ll have to push her a little. She needs it. And from her voice, I think she desires it, too.

  Once we are hidden, I press her back softly against the wall and stand in front of her, shielding her from view if anyone happened to walk back here.

  “Raven. I’ve wanted you from the second I laid eyes on you. Don’t tell me you don’t feel this pull between us.”

  I move my palms to either side of her head, caging her in and not giving her an escape. I want her to know how serious I am about this. I would let her go if I saw even a hint of fear, but there’s none in her eyes. There is only desire filling the depths, and there is no way she doesn’t feel this attraction. It is so thick I can feel it roll between us and bind our souls together.

  “But you’re…you. And I’m, well, I’m me.” She shrugs as if that’s some sort of explanation I should understand. Maybe she is right. She is her—all sweet and soft—and I’m a man who works too much and doesn’t know the first thing about having a woman of his own. She’s out of my league, but I’m not a big enough man to step aside. She’s mine and I’m okay with being a selfish bastard to have her.

  She dips her chin, and I place my hand gently on her neck, using my thumb to push her chin up. I want her eyes on me when I tell her this.

  “Exactly.” I see the glimmer of defeat in her eyes, and I can’t possibly imagine why she’s sad. “Raven, you’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever met. I can’t go more than two seconds without thinking about you and wanting to know every single detail of your day. And your life. You’re you, and it not only fascinates me, but calls to me like a siren in the night. Any man would be lucky to lick the ground you walk on. But they’ll have to do with disappointment, because you’re mine.”

  “Jack, we don’t even know one another. This is insane.” She’s looking around, but there’s nothing else to see and nowhere else to go. “You can’t come in here and claim me like I’m a prize.”

  I smile and brush a curl out of her face. “Oh, but you are, my sweet Raven. And I believe I’ve done just that.”

  I lean forward slowly so she knows my intention. I brush my lips gently across hers, a whisper of what’s to come. For three heartbeats, that’s all I do, holding myself still, gently touching my lips to hers. And then a spark ignites, and we cling to each other, kissing like I’ve been away at war for the past ten years and she’s been waiting for me this whole time to come home. I don’t know who moved first, but her body is pressed as tightly to mine as mine is to hers. I push her back against the wall harder, and her legs go around my waist.

  She tastes like sweet caramel, and I moan as her tongue comes out to taste mine. I wondered and worried for so long if this connection between us was one-sided, but now I know for sure that it isn’t.

  I move my hands down her back to her round ass. I grip each cheek tight and rock her against me. A little moan leaves her this time, and I stop what we’re doing, pressing my forehead to hers, getting myself under control. I don’t want her cumming here.

  “Not here. Not like this. I’ve waited for so long to have you in my arms, Raven.”

  I take a breath and give her one last kiss before I lower her back to the ground and take her hand, locking her fingers with mine. I pull her from the back of the structure and spot an exit door close by. I walk towards it. Getting her out of here is the only thing on my mind. Teachers turn to look at us, but I ignore them and keep walking.

  “Wait, Jack. Where are we going? I can’t leave,” she says, b
ut there’s no real force behind her words. She’s keeping up with every step I take, not even tugging at her hand from mine.

  “I told you I was taking you to dinner. I didn’t specify where. I’ve got food at my house. Let’s get out of here.”

  Before I give her any time to explain, I’ve pulled her into the back of my waiting car and shut the door behind us. The driver pulls away from the curb, and I drag Raven onto my lap.

  “Now. Where were we?”

  5

  Raven

  My mouth lands on his, and this time I know for sure who begins it. I lost control earlier in the gym and I can’t stand it anymore. I am tired of fighting this overwhelming desire for Jack. Sure, I don’t know much about him, but Jesus, I’ve never had this kind of chemistry with anyone before.

  There is something here that’s so hot and urgent that I have no way of controlling it. And to be honest, I don’t know if I want to.

  I’d been worried about tonight, wondering what might happen. And wondering what might not happen. But as soon as he touched me, I was gone. All the fears and worries washed away and I was left in a puddle of need. I started to protest when we left, but it was all so feeble. I didn’t even believe the words I was saying. I wanted more than anything to go with him, so I threw caution to the wind. This may be a one-night thing for him, and if it is, then it will really suck, but I’m living in the moment.

  I straddle Jack. I’ve never done anything like this, so the bold move has to come from somewhere deep inside me. It’s a part of my body I’ve never tapped into before, and I’m giving it the keys to drive.

  “Raven. My God, you taste so fucking sweet. You’re like a drug.”

  He licks my bottom lip, and I feel everything south of my bellybutton clench with desire. The warm, wet heat between my legs dampens my panties, and I grind against him. The pressure building in me is growing, and I’m not sure I can control it. My pleasure feels like I’m climbing to the top of a roller coaster, only I have no idea how it’s going to go. The fear of the fall is crippling, but I just keep going up, up, up.

  “Jack. Oh God, I’m—” My words are cut off when his mouth goes to my neck and I feel his teeth graze the sensitive skin.

  “You’re what?” he asks, gripping my hips so tightly that pleasure and pain bleed into each other.

  “Close,” I breathe as I close my eyes.

  I rock up and down against the hard ridge of his cock. It’s nestled between us, but it’s thick and hot. I can feel his heat through his slacks and my costume, and all I want to do is rip away the fabric separating us.

  “We’re alone, little monster. You can take whatever you want from me.”

  My breath hitches, and I spread my legs impossibly wider, needing as much friction as I can get. I’m a stroke away from having the most intense orgasm of my life, and I’m terrified it’s going to rip me apart.

  “I’ll hold you together,” Jack says, as if reading my mind.

  The surety and safety of his words calm all of my fears, and I give my orgasm over to him. I lay my head back and scream out my pleasure as the waves of heat flow through me. My sex clenches and my breasts ache as he rolls against my hips, dragging out my release. Heat sears my veins, and it’s the greatest orgasm I’ve ever had.

  I’m trying to catch my breath as I feel weak and dizzy. It’s like I’ve hyperventilated, only it’s euphoric and wonderful. I suddenly recall his words about this being a drug. I’ve never felt so high and so blissful in all my life. It’s like he shot me full of heroin, but my mind has never been more clear. Opening my eyes, I look into his, and for a second I think I should feel shy. But the look on his face is one of pure pleasure. His eyes are hooded, and I can feel his heartbeat against my breasts. But there is a serene quality to it. Like he could sit here and watch me get off a thousand times and never tire of it.

  “Thank you,” Jack says, and feel my face redden.

  “I should be thanking you,” I say.

  He leans forward and slowly brushes his lips against mine. Then his tongue comes out and traces my bottom lip, and a shiver of pleasure snakes through me again. How can I possibly be getting turned on this soon? Shouldn’t that kind of orgasm last a woman years?

  Suddenly the car stops and I see we are outside my building. Confusion hits me, and then I look to Jack.

  “We’re neighbors,” he says, tucking a strand of hair behind my ears. There should be all kinds of alarms going off in my head, but he presses a finger to my lips. “I’ll explain when we’re upstairs.”

  With that, he picks me up and carries me into the building and onto the elevator. I should probably protest, seeing how the evening security guard just watches this happen, but it feels so nice to be in Jack’s arms, I don’t think about it too much.

  If he was planning on giving me the best and hardest orgasm of my life and then kidnapping me, mission accomplished. I have no desire to go anywhere that’s far from his reach.

  6

  Raven

  “I still can’t believe we live in the same building. It’s—”

  Jack pushes me back against his front door.

  I gasp as he drops to his knees in front of me. He reaches up between my breasts and unzips my costume all the way down to my ankles. I wanted to go as the traditional Harley Quinn, so I wore a black and red jumpsuit that looks like a court jester’s costume. But instead of the hat, I let my dark curls run wild. I got the suit a few years ago when I was a little thinner, so it’s snug all over me and not just in certain places. It feels like a second skin, but it actually gave me some extra confidence tonight. Enough that I’ve been far bolder than I ever have with anyone before.

  He waits, and I step out of the costume, letting it fall to the floor. I’m standing in front of him completely naked. Nervous excitement courses through me.

  “All I could think when you came in the car was that I didn’t get to taste it.” He leans forward, his nose brushing against my naked sex. I hear him breathe me in, and it’s erotic as hell. My own breathing picks up, and I can’t bring myself to say anything. My heart is racing.

  “Tell me I can taste you,” he says against my damp skin. He’s so close, but he’s asking, waiting for me to tell him he can do what he’s so desperate to do.

  Reaching down, I run my fingers through his hair, encouraging him. Wanting this.

  “Please.” I whisper the word, and he buries his face between my legs. I cry out his name as his big hands grip both my thighs. His fingers dig into me as he spreads me wider for his mouth. I lean back a little, one hand going to the door knob, the other sinking deeper into his hair, holding on to him.

  He sucks my clit into his mouth, and I moan, feeling myself get closer and closer to orgasm. It’s happening so quickly it’s almost embarrassing. I didn’t know I could cum again so quickly, but I’m about to because I can feel it building. My hips start to move, and I try to push into him as I reach the edge of my pleasure. He growls against me as his hands go to my hips, holding me in place as the orgasm shoots through my body. I chant out his name over and over as the orgasm rolls over me.

  Slowly and softly, he licks me as I come down from my high. He rubs my legs, being gentle with my body. His tongue slides up my thigh like he’s trying to get every drop of my pleasure. I let my head fall forward, not realizing I’d thrown it back when he’d made me cum. I look down at him, this big man on his knees in front of me giving me the best orgasm of my life, even beating the one from before. I didn’t think it could get any better. I was wrong.

  His eyes meet mine, and I feel myself blush. I let go of the door handle and bring my hand to my mouth. He smiles up at me before kissing each of my thighs and placing a soft kiss between my legs.

  “Don’t be shy, little monster. That was the second-most wonderful moment of my life,” he tells me, pulling my hand from my mouth and replacing it with his lips. He kisses me deeply, as if he’s trying to mark my mouth with his. He grabs my fingers, locking them with his as
he pulls his mouth from mine.

  He drops my hand and reaches for the buttons of his shirt. I wait with bated breath as he slowly undoes them and reveals himself. His bare chest is chiseled, with a light covering of hair over his muscles. Dear God, could the man be any more perfect?

  He takes the shirt and holds it out for me, and I turn, putting my arms through the holes. When it’s on, I turn back around and he buttons it up for me. His eyes roam my body, and there’s satisfaction there, like he’s happy I’m in something of his. The move is possessive, and I can’t help but snuggle into the shirt a little, loving the feel of it.

  “There. Now I can think straight. Allow me to feed you.”

  He pulls me from the door, and it’s the first time I get a look at his apartment.

  “Wow,” I say, making him look over his shoulder at me as he leads me into the living room.

  “You like it?” he asks.

  “It’s breathtaking,” I tell him, unable to take my eyes from the floor-to-ceiling windows that overlook the city. The building is tall, allowing me to see past the city and to the mountains, behind which the sun disappears.

  “I’m glad you like it,” he responds, pulling me down to sit next to him on the sofa. The coffee table in front of us is covered in plates with all kinds of foods. He leans forward, grabbing a plate. His other hand lets go of mine and moves to my thigh. He digs his fingers into me a little. His hold is possessive as his thumb starts to stroke me.

  He brings a piece of cheese to my mouth, and I take a bite. I don’t think anyone has ever fed me before. He watches me as I take the bite and swallow, his eyes never leaving me.

  “So what was the first?” I ask, shifting a little and making his fingers dig into my thigh a bit more. I stop wiggling.