Chapter 11 #2
I went to Pleasant Beach West University.
It has a long history. There’s a group there, made up of what they deem losers.
Kind of like a frat but not. They hate frats.
This group wears these masks and hunts students who cause major problems. Bullies.
Rapists. Those who drug others without permission. Etc.
When I was done reading, he licked his lips and kept writing.
I was part of that group. They became my family. After you finish your degree, you keep the mask as a sign of respect for doing your duty as one of them.
Why did I find that so hot? My dick twitched harder and I swallowed as lust took a grip on me and my imagination went wild. I thought about Sam in the mask, silent and dangerous, and my dick went from half hard to a full-blown boner in seconds.
His gaze dipped down to my crotch and his eyebrows shot up.
“You should wear this,” I said, a little breathlessly. “Maybe . . . .” God, I was nuts. “Without a shirt.”
Sam’s pupils contracted, his irises seemingly growing wider the longer he stared at me.
He dipped his fingers under the hem of his shirt, and I watched, unable to look away as he took off his top and threw it on the ground, leaving behind his bare chest. His pecs tightened under my perusal, and I let out a slow, shuddery breath.
He held out his hand and I slipped the mask into it. He smiled before he slid on the lit up mask, and all at once, I was on fire. Everything slowed around me, and every fragment of my body focused on him.
He reached inside the cabinet and pulled out a baseball bat, and it looked eerily like the same one he’d used on the three douchebags who’d chased me.
His breathing deepened, his chest rising and falling in quick succession as he slapped the bat against his open palm.
A word slipped from behind the mask, so gravelly and rough that I nearly came when it reached my ears. “Run.”
I moved before my brain caught up. I spun on my heel and dashed back up the stairs. I slipped on one of the steps and banged my shin, but despite the agony that swept through me, I got up and kept going.
I raced up the staircase to the second floor and made a split-second decision to rush into the guest bedroom and hide in its closet.
I threw open the doors and shut them behind me, pressing myself into the corner so I was small as possible.
My heart hammered and my dick throbbed, the adrenaline feeding every ounce of my desire with more fuel.
My stomach fluttered and jitteriness spread in each limb of my body, firing up a hunger for more of. . . this, whatever this was.
The bedroom door creaked, and I slapped a hand over my mouth to stop a gasp from escaping.
I stayed as still as I could while his footsteps echoed through the empty room.
My heart sounded like thunder in my ears.
Could he hear it? He paused somewhere outside the closet, and I brought my knees to my chest. Waiting.
Then, he was gone again, the door closing behind him.
I crawled out of the closet, checking to make sure the coast was clear before I rose.
A thump behind me made me jump and I turned.
He was still in the room, the baseball bat slapping against his palm while his head cocked to the side.
I yelled, nearly running into the closed door before yanking it open and taking off down the stairs again.
He was right behind me, not giving me the chance to hide this time.
My hard-as-nails dick smacked against my upper thigh as I raced back down the basement stairs with Sam right on my tail. There was no escaping him. He’d found me.
I spun toward him as I came to a stop near the table at the side of the room. I held up my palms, chest heaving as he came to a stop in front of me. My dick surged, almost like it was reaching out to him, begging for a touch or a suck.
“Please, don’t kill me,” I whispered, ignoring the thick desire that coated my tone. “I’ll do anything you want.”
He cocked his head from one side to the other and swung the bat over his bare shoulder, letting it rest there. His muscles rippled.
I stepped forward carefully, reaching out to smooth my fingers along the ridges of his abs. He grunted, and I gasped.
“What do I need to do to live?” I fluttered my eyelashes and swept my fingers lower until I brushed them over the waistband of his jeans.
He seized my upper arm and spun me around, shoving me against the table.
I moaned when he pressed the length of the bat horizontally over my shoulders, keeping me constrained against the table.
He hooked his fingers into the back of my sweatpants and ripped them down to my thighs.
I didn’t have underwear, and my ass was bare for his feasting gaze.
I couldn’t see him, but I felt and heard him move.
The bat stayed on my shoulders, but I hissed when something wet teased my hole.
Lube? When the fuck did he get lube?
I supposed he had time between me running to hide in the closet and him reaching the guest room. Damn. I had to hand it to him—he thought ahead of time, and I liked it.
Lust coiled in my stomach, my dick jerking now that it was free from my pants. My fingers itched with the need to touch him, but I stayed perfectly still, playing the role of someone trying to survive. A finger was forced into my hole, and my mouth parted in a sharp inhale of air.
“Fuck.” I shivered and glanced over my shoulder, taking in the mask again and how he kept his head cocked. “Please. I’m a virgin. Be gentle.” I fluttered my lashes at him dramatically. Precum built at my slit. I was so ready to be fucked that a tornado of lust ripped through me.
He pushed down on the bat, the pressure of his weight forcing my chest flat on the table. The mask was brighter down here, the neon green blazing and hurting my eyes in the most delightful way, and I wanted to see him, wanted to watch him.
He thrust a finger into me, and I sucked in another breath, shuddering as he shoved his digit deep inside me.
My dick jerked, precum sliding down the length of my dick.
I reached around the table to stroke myself, but a feral, rough growl echoed against the walls.
He sounded animalistic and I hadn’t heard that kind of noise from him yet.
My dick fucking loved it, though, and my balls tightened.
He yanked his finger out of my hole, and I whimpered, but he shoved the bat against my upper back again.
I quivered as he slammed a small bottle of lube on the table beside me, and he pumped it a couple of times before his hand disappeared in front of himself.
I shifted to get a better look. His jeans were unzipped and sat low on his hips, with his dick out. He used the lube to smear his length.
My mouth watered. He hadn’t stretched me nearly enough, but I hungered for the burn.
This wasn’t sweet sex like we’d been having—no, this was going to be rough and primal.
I wanted him to dominate me, to mount me like a beast and fuck me until he pumped me so full of his cum that it leaked out of my hole in a river.
As though he read my mind, he lined his dickhead up to my hole and thrust inside.
Pain and pleasure exploded inside me and I whimpered, clawing at the metal table beneath me.
I whined and trembled, his width spreading me in the most delicious way, and I couldn’t decide if I wanted to rock back to meet him or crawl away.
My body rebelled at the thought of making a choice. I pined for both.
“Oh, fuck. Please. You’re scaring me.” I wasn’t the best actor—terrible actually—but whether it was the words or the tone of my voice, Sam thrust in until he was balls deep.
My hole burned, the sting of the stretch working its way through me until the pressure stole my breath.
I moaned and angled my hips up to give him a better position, and he sank in more.
The presence of the bat was a reminder of his power and strength and what he’d done for me. This man was a killer, yet I felt completely and utterly safe with him. Safe enough for a little bit of role play with masks and the same bat he killed three men with.
He hammered forward with a force that drove my hips against the edge of the table, which added to the pain and pleasure that swirled inside me.
The drive of his dick was relentless and there wasn’t anything sweet or gentle about the way he thrust into me.
He fucked with aggressiveness, and I was going cross-eyed from the amount of lust that ripped through me in a blaze.
I glanced over my shoulder, hungry for another look at his mask, and the sight didn’t disappoint.
The glow of the mask was monstrous, bright and dangerous in the dim lighting, and every time he thrust forward, his arms strained, the cords of his muscles tensing.
My dick jerked, but I didn’t dare reach for it again.
“Please. Take me, take whatever you want. Just don’t kill me.” I whimpered again, and another growl tore from him. The man I loved had been taken over by a feral monster and I needed him to do all the dirtiest things to me.
His dick slammed into my hole repeatedly, the rock of his hips measured but also wild, and yet he still managed to hammer my prostate roughly. The guttural sounds he made were downright erotic and my balls ached, on the brink of exploding.
“I’m so close. So fucking close. Right there, please destroy my virginity. I won’t tell my parents. I swear, just let me live. I’ll be your sex toy.” I threw back my head when he grasped a handful of hair and yanked, and I howled. He wasn’t the only animal in this situation.
The bat’s weight, combined with his thrusting and the way he held my hair, sent me crashing over the edge. My dick jerked, untouched, and cum splattered across the cement floor. My knees shook and if I wasn’t supported by the table, I would’ve collapsed onto the floor in a heap.
He thrust harder and deeper, and I was so oversensitive that it hurt. I trembled through the agony of stimulation, panting and moaning. I probably looked like a mess right now.
“Fuck, so good, but so sensitive. Please. Oh, please come for me.”
He grunted again. A few more thrusts and heat filled me up. His cum painted my insides, searing his name on me with only his load. The bat went rolling off my back and onto the table, then the floor, and he crumpled on top of me.
I laughed, still shivering through the aftershocks.
“Are you dead?”
He made a sound. At least he didn’t die on top of me because that would have been awkward to explain.
When he moved and slid out of me, we both hissed. Carefully, he touched my elbow and helped me move before he took off his mask and slid it on top of his head.
“You okay?” he signed.
I knew enough to understand a few things. “I’m fine. You filled me to the brim.” I reached around to touch my swollen hole and came back with some of his cum. “Damn, that was hot.”
He chuckled soundlessly before his expression turned serious. His hands moved. “I love you.” He added something else I didn’t understand, and I cocked my head.
“What was the last bit?”
He smiled as he yanked up his pants before walking over to the corner to grab the notepad he’d abandoned. He wrote on it before showing me the paper.
I gave you a sign name. The sign means applause, but I decided it’s what I’ll use for your name. From now on, your nickname is Razz.
Razz.
Razz?
I liked it.
I grinned as I shoved down my pants and stepped out of them, giving me more room to move. “Not bad.” I shifted in closer to him and touched my palm over his heart. He watched me carefully, his gaze gentle. “You love me, too, huh?”
He nodded.
A sigh of happiness slipped out before I could stop myself and I cupped his cheeks and kissed him. He tasted like sweat and the pear he’d eaten earlier.
“Sam?” I stepped back and signed the same movements Dalton had taught me, causing Sam to frown. “What? After that performance, I could definitely be pregnant. It’s possible, all right?”
He snorted, mouth twitching.
“We should play like that again. Ready for round two?”
Sam laughed.