Ghostface Killer ~ M. Never

by Never, M.

  “Sorry if it smells a little too masculine. It’s all I have.”

  “I don’t mind smelling like you.” I tip my head back. “I like it.”

  “I like it, too.” He washes the soap out with expert care.

  “Do I get a turn?” I look up at him through the drops of water caught on my eyelashes.

  “I was hoping you’d ask.” He grins and I melt. When did I become such a fool for this man?

  I squeeze some shampoo into my hand as Baz leans forward so I can reach his head. I use my nails to scratch his scalp as I lather up his shaggy, brown hair.

  “That feels so good.” He moans, closing his eyes and giving me free reign. I scratch a little more before I give him the okay to rinse. I squirt some more shampoo into my palm and begin to massage his body, creating suds from the circular motion as I move from his chest, to his abs, to the arc of his hard ass, then around to his cock.

  “Careful, Stevie,” he warns as my palm slides easily back and forth over his length.

  “Do you not like that?” I toy, knowing damn well he does.

  “No, the problem is I love it. And once you get me going, there’s no stopping me.”

  “I don’t see that as a problem at all.” I continue to jerk him off until he’s pulsing and hard.

  “You’ve done it now.” He rinses the soap off his body before pinning me up against the wall. His protruding erection stabbing me in the gut.

  Smashing his lips against mine, Baz gropes and grabs and squeezes every soft peak of my yearning body, paying close attention to my pointed nipples. Plucking at them with his fingers at first then sucking them into his mouth when he lifts me off the ground.

  “Mmmm . . . baby, baby, baby,” he chants as he dry humps me right against the wall. The grinding causing my pussy to pound.

  “Baz,” I utter his name, pleading for more.

  “You want me? You want me inside you, baby?”

  “Fuck, you know I do.” I don’t even try to deny it.

  Baz hooks his arms under my knees, anchoring my legs as wide as they can go.

  “Guide me in,” he instructs, rocking his hips.

  I grab his shaft and line up the head with my vibrating entrance. He slides through my fingers and into my pussy, the two of us expelling a moan at the moment of impact. Together, we watch as his long, thick cock slowly stretches and fills me.

  Threading my fingers into his hair, I press my forehead to his, securing myself to him. The sight of us joining is beyond erotic. Beyond arousing as we climb the steep mountain of ecstasy together.

  “Jesus, Stevie. I need to be inside you all fucking night.” Baz rolls his hips, creating a new kind of friction. Everything within me pulses, throbs, and aches as he keeps with the dizzying rhythm, inching in deeper with every revolution.

  “I’ll spread my legs for you as long as you want.” I sigh insufferably as the sensations stir. “Fuck, Baz. Harder, faster.” My need is insatiable. The faint caress of an orgasm driving me crazy.

  “Do I feel good?” he asks as he slightly picks up speed. “Do I feel good buried deep inside you?”

  “You feel so fucking good,” I gasp. “It’s fucking dangerous.”

  “That may be one of the hottest things I’ve ever heard.”

  A little twinge of guilt pinches in my chest. I wish my statement wasn’t true. I wish it really wasn’t dangerous to be with Benjamin Sabatino. But it is. We’re playing with fire, and he doesn’t even know it.

  The kindle of my orgasm morphs into an excruciating burn as Baz finally forces the last bit of his length completely inside me.

  “Oh, god!” I tense. He’s so huge and deep, I swear the head of his dick pushes right past my belly button. The pressure in my lower abdomen is so extreme I nearly lose my mind.

  “Baz, Baz, Baz.” His name escapes my lips in a strained hush as he fucks me hard. As he challenges my body and my control.

  “Ah!” I scream as he pins me against the shower wall, my climax igniting. I come like a raging river, the world washing away with the violent rapids.

  Almost immediately after my plunge into the tumultuous water, Baz follows my lead, thickening inside me to an almost unfathomable size.

  “Stevie, jerk me off.” He pulls out and groans like a tortured animal. I grab this throbbing cock with both hands and stroke him until he comes. It only takes a few heart-pounding seconds before he’s dousing my stomach and chest with a torrent of semen.

  Watching this huge, well-built man climax at my fingertips has to be one of the most thrilling experiences of my life. I feel like I’m high. Maybe I still am. Maybe the residual effects of my own orgasm elevated the intimacy of Baz’s to a whole new erogenous level.

  Once our bodies stop shaking, Baz unhooks his arms from under my knees, but he doesn’t place me back on the ground. Instead, he guides my legs around his waist and hugs me against the wall. Languidly, he kisses my neck, my jawline, my cheeks, my eyes, and mouth. Digging his fingertips into my skin as his come smears all over both of our abdomens.

  Strangely, I enjoy this physical connection as much as I enjoyed the physical connection that happened moments ago. I realize under the rhythmic sound of the shower spray that I revel in Baz’s touch no matter the kind. Hard, soft, fast, slow, loving, or punishing, it all has the same mind-altering effect.

  “I have a feeling you’re going to be the death of me,” Baz rumbles, and my muscles constrict.

  That could quite possibly be true.

  I shake the thought off. Not today. Definitely not today.

  Baz finally sets me down on my feet but doesn’t allow me to go very far. He keeps me close while he washes away his remnants from both our bodies.

  “You’re sexy as shit covered in my come,” he professes, dropping a kiss on my lips as he turns the shower off.

  Grabbing two towels from the linen closet, he wraps me up as I step out of the stall. He uses his own to dry off his body and his hair, which is still damp by the time he’s done, and I love the way the long strands are wavy and unruly on top of his head.

  “You’re sexy as shit when you get out of the shower.”

  Baz chuckles, and that slow, seductive smile of his lights up his face and the center of my chest.

  “I’m glad you think so.” He drops his towel right on the floor then takes it upon himself to dry me off, using the cotton as an excuse to feel up my tits and ass.

  “You’re not slick,” I call him out.

  “I wasn’t trying to be.”

  Once my body is dry and the wetness is out of my hair, Baz drops my towel on top of his. He then, with no warning, plucks me up and throws me over his shoulder.

  “Baz!” I shriek. “Caveman!”

  “Damn right.” He smacks my bare ass as he walks into his bedroom.

  He tosses me on the bed, and I land on the mattress with a bounce.

  “I guess I’m not going anywhere tonight?” I giggle.

  “Nope.” He stands in front of me in all his naked glory.

  I’m eyelevel to his pelvis, and my attention lands on the tattoo slithering along his lower hip. I trace the path of the ink the same way he did to mine.

  A soft growl escapes his throat as my fingers graze his skin.

  “I love the way you touch me.”

  “The feeling is mutual.” Although it shouldn’t be. We just met. We barely know each other. It shouldn’t be this intense. This cerebral. But, it is. We both clearly feel it. It should scare the shit out of me, but it doesn’t. It enlivens me. Makes me happy.

  I read the words aloud. “If it comes; let it. If it goes; let it . . . Don’t be attached and you’ll find peace.” I try to understand the quote. It seems so dark. Not at all insightful.

  “Why are you confused?” Baz touches the center of my furrowed brows.

  “I’m not sure I’m a fan of this quote.”

  “Why?”

  “Don’t be attached and you’ll find peace?” I reread. “It sounds very distant.
You don’t come across as distant.”

  “I wouldn’t call it distant.” He caresses my cheek with the tip of his index finger. “Sometimes life becomes a little too much for me to handle. Sometimes I obsess. Or can’t let things go. And I have to remind myself to breathe. To remember that not everything in life has to be so heavy. It’s just the way my mind works. This quote is a reminder to go with the flow. To let life happen the way it’s supposed to.”

  “I see. Then I take it back. It is insightful.” I lift my eyes to his. “Will you come to bed now?”

  “You don’t have to ask me twice. Ever.”

  Baz slides onto the mattress and engulfs me in his arms. The ends of his damp hair tickle my cheek as the potent smell of pine wafts through the room.

  Baz restrains my arms and crawls on top of me, his hips nestled between my splayed legs. He then scrapes his thick beard all over my chest and neck until I’m squirming with laughter.

  “That sound is fucking addicting.” He continues to torture me.

  “Is that the only sound I make that’s addicting?” I ask through tears.

  Baz lifts his head and looks directly into my eyes. “No. Every sound you make is addicting. Everything you do is addicting.” He leans in and kisses me, and like the slave it’s quickly becoming to him, my body responds.

  I moan loudly. Unapologetically. As our tongues dance in a slow, sensuous circle.

  I predict sleep is nowhere in the extended future as he rolls me onto my side and spoons me from behind. Our mouths barely disconnect as he stretches my right leg over his thigh and spreads me wide.

  “Stevie?” He makes the same motion around my clit with the tip of his finger as he did with his tongue earlier tonight, traveling around the tingling little bud over and over again until it begins to burn. “I’ve fucked you twice already, and I don’t even know your last name.”

  I pop my eyes open as I pant. I purposely didn’t tell him my last name when we met. I broke a whole host of rules by just telling him my real first name.

  My initial instinct is to lie. But I don’t. Not with Baz. Not about this. Even if it costs me my life. This is the one real thing I can give him. The only real thing, probably.

  “It’s James. My real name is Stephanie James.”

  I WAKE WITH a start from the sound of an alarm. The obnoxious buzzing cutting through the peace and quiet of the morning.

  “Shit, sorry.” Baz reaches over me and slaps it off. He then kisses me on the head and rolls out of bed.

  “Where are you going?” I grab for him.

  “Bathroom.” He throws me a sleepy, sexy look over his shoulder. “I’ll be right back.” He stands up and stretches, and I get a glorious look at his unbelievable, pussy-melting, totally naked body. Mmmmmmmm . . . I was privileged enough to indulge in that body all night long. And then sleep pressed against it through the early morning hours.

  I hear the faint sound of the sink as Baz moves around the bathroom, but the toilet doesn’t flush. A minute later, he is strolling back into the bedroom. I just watch lazily as the hottest man I’ve ever laid eyes on pulls the covers back and gazes down at me.

  “What are you doing?” I ask, lounging atop the pillows, one arm resting over my head.

  “I’m trying to decide where I want to kiss you good morning first.” There’s a perverted gleam in his wolfish-green eyes.

  My heartbeat accelerates as he tosses the sheets and blankets away.

  “Have you decided?” I ask as he stalks on top of me.

  “Definitely.” Baz bypasses my lips, my breasts, and my stomach and hovers his mouth right over the apex of my thighs. I drop my knees, enticing him.

  “You’re insatiable.”

  “I’m obsessive-compulsive,” he clarifies wickedly. “I have no control over my actions.”

  “I’ll forgive you this time.” I sigh dramatically as he flicks his tongue over my sensitive clit. He hums against my pussy as he initiates his good morning kiss. I stretch my sore muscles and moan as he languidly eats me out.

  “Look at me, Stevie. Watch,” Baz orders in a thick, husky voice right before he sinks his tongue deep inside me.

  I blow out a hot breath as I force my eyes open and watch like a voyeur as Baz moves his mouth over my inflamed pussy. Everything below my navel pulsates and pounds as his possessed tongue works me over.

  “Baz.” I burst into tears from the onslaught of pleasure, huffing and puffing as he steals my breath. “Oh, fuck, please.” I pull his hair and rock my hips, dangerously close to the edge. Our eyes lock as his mouth relentlessly moves over my swollen flesh. As my pelvic muscles constrict and pull and pulse. “You’re going to make me come.” My voice is unrecognizable from the assault of lust.

  Untangling my hands from his hair, Baz presses them to the mattress. Locking our fingers together, he fuses his lips to mine until I come.

  I gyrate my hips uncontrollably as the orgasm rocks my entire world. I can no longer keep my eyes open as I cry out loud in abandoned ecstasy.

  I’ve barely recovered before Baz grabs my ass and drives into me in one hot shot. I feel the punch of his cock deep in my core, but I don’t acknowledge the pain. I just concentrate on the pleasure I know is right over the horizon.

  We fuck hard, the bed banging against the wall with every one of Baz’s wild thrusts.

  Breathing raggedly, our bodies spark. “Fuck!” Baz clenches his jaw as a sheen of sweat coats our skin. “Come with me, baby. Come with me.” He can barely speak as the strokes of his hips elongate, becoming deeper and slower. I claw at his back as another orgasm roars. His pelvis smashing against my clit sends me on the same path as him. I look into the light seconds before he explodes, and we come together in a kaleidoscope of ecstasy.

  My insides turn over once more with bliss as Baz collapses on top of me.

  Shaking and winded, I lie beneath him completely incapacitated and thoroughly sated.

  After a few dizzying beats, Baz slides off me just enough to let me breathe. He threads his fingers in my long strands and wraps one leg around me. Trapped underneath him, we both close our eyes and lie there soundly until we drift back to sleep.

  We can’t keep our hands off each other. The draw is just too potent. It’s magnetic. Unstoppable. Detrimental.

  I ride Baz hard. His big, thick cock and broad body force-feeding every single one of my desires.

  “Shit, Stevie, don’t stop. Ride me, ride me, ride me until we both fucking come.” He massages both of my breasts as my pussy pounds around him. I watch him fall apart beneath me. The tangible and intangible worlds clashing together. My loyalties are being tested. I’m here for a reason. A job. A responsibility. If I don’t execute, the consequences will be severe. What side am I on? Gazing down at Baz, I know. I know the decision I have to make.

  “Stevie.” Baz squeezes both of my breasts as he tenses beneath me. “You’re gonna make me come, baby. God, your fucking body. Your fucking pussy.” The twisted look of yearning on his face tips me over the edge. Warm, wet heat flows from between my legs as he stiffens. I control the moment. Control Baz’s pleasure. The power is intoxicating.

  Baz softens below me, his body depleted. His head rolls loosely on his pillow as he moans lazily with his eyes closed.

  I pull the gun before he has any idea. I point it straight at his head and then pull the trigger.

  BANG!

  I startle awake, choking for air. It feels like someone had their hands wrapped around my throat.

  “Stevie?” Baz flies up off the pillow. “You okay?” He wraps his arms around me as I wheeze. “It was a bad dream, baby. Just a bad dream.” He kisses my head and rocks me slowly.

  I try to catch my breath as feelings of dread and fear and heartache invade.

  I look out the window at the beautiful landscape as I fight to calm down.

  “I’m fine,” I try to assure him. “I’m fine. You’re right. Really bad dream.”

  “You want to talk about it?”

>   “No,” I slap back. “I don’t even really remember it.” I try to recover, and lie. “Just the way it made me feel.” I look up into Baz’s concerned, glittery eyes, and guilt eats me alive.

  He is so sincere. So humane, an air of refreshing honesty follows him everywhere like an aura. How could I take someone like that from this world? From me?

  I bury my head in his neck and nuzzle my face against him, drawing on his earthy scent and strong embrace.

  “Do you want some water, or anything?”

  “No. I just want this. You.”

  “You have me.” He lays us back down and secures me in his arms. I play with the small smatter of hair in the center of his chest, wracking my brain for a plan to get us out of this.

  BAZ AND I have done nothing but eat, sleep, and fuck for the last three days.

  I idly wonder if we can just stay holed up in this cabin forever?

  Probably not practical, but a hit woman can dream.

  Baz’s stomach rumbles loudly, and he groans. “I need food. A lot of it.”

  “We’ve been burning some serious calories. I’m not surprised.” I laugh.

  “I have a crazy idea. Let’s actually leave the house today.”

  “That is crazy,” I quip. “Where exactly would you like to go?” I prop my chin up on his chest.

  Baz tucks some hair behind my ears as he gazes at me. I love the way he looks at me. Like I’m real. I haven’t felt real in a very long time. Quite possibly never.

  “I was thinking we should hit the food store at some point. But I thought we could hike back up to the spring. I want a second chance.”

  “A second chance for what?”

  “A second chance to watch you strip and then actually be able to put my hands on you.”

  “You want to have sex in the spring?” I immediately love the idea. “You could have put your hands on me last time.”

  “I fucking wanted to. I nearly lost my damn mind when you pulled your shirt off.”

  “That was my intention.” I grin.

  “It worked. Way too well.”

  “What do you want to eat?”