Chapter 18
Arze pulled me against his chest, tight and firm, and this time it wasn’t a dream.
As his hands dug into the material of my Freddy sweater, his lips were glued to mine, feverish and heady.
I really wished he wasn’t kissing me when I had all this Freddy makeup on, but I’d been so deprived of his touch, so looking forward to having his body against mine like it currently was, that the rest of my thoughts decided to flee before I thought better on them.
All that I could see, feel, react to, was Arze kissing me.
Holy shit. Arze was kissing me.
I couldn’t take the heat beating through my sweater, my heart pumping harder and faster and stronger to keep up with the adrenaline of his kiss.
He nibbled on my bottom lip, a moan desperate to fly from my throat, but I held onto it.
I had no way of knowing how long this was going to last, and I wanted to savor it for as long as possible.
Parting my bottom lip, Arze took the invitation and I felt his tongue swirling in my mouth to find mine, letting my own tantalize his tongue as my mouth filled with fire and desire.
I laid a hand on his chest, my palm feeling the toned muscle underneath the green polo he so frequently donned.
I wanted his skin on mine, needing to feel the ridges of his purple skin between my fingertips, and that wasn’t going to happen as long as we were here at work.
Shit. We’re at work. I hadn’t thought through the fog that his kiss had brought on. This was bad, and not for the forbidden reasons he’d yet to tell me about. We were at work, minutes away from having guests come through the haunted house, and here we were kissing.
But I didn’t want it to end. His hands roamed as we continued to make out, sliding down the back of my sweater until they found my round ass.
Arze’s hands squeezed my cheeks, causing me to completely let loose and moan into our conjoined mouths.
He moaned back, completely turned on by the kneading of my ass through my pants.
A rising fire was building in my stomach, begging to be fed and fed and fed.
And all that was on the menu was more Arze.
It wasn’t until my hand started to drift down his chest that he openly started to groan with pleasure, feeding into the frenzy that he’d started and allowing himself to fully succumb to it.
I just wanted more in every way, and I intended to get it as long as he was offering it up.
My hand snaked down his chest, down his stomach, until it was graced with the contact of a prominent bulge in the front of his dark green jeans.
He yelped out of our kiss, pulling our mouths apart for the first time since he’d been the one to start it.
The look in his eyes was equal measures astonishment that he’d finally let this thing brewing between us out of its cage and horror that it had happened in the first place.
Arze’s eyes darted around the confines of Spore Sector, as if he was realizing where we were actually doing this.
Before he could overcomplicate and overthink, I took my other hand and cupped his jaw, slowly turning his gaze back to meet mine.
“Arze,” I said his name in a husky tone, or as much of one as I could manage while still talking over the music, a deep timbre that spoke to how far I wanted this to go if he’d let it.
Or maybe if we weren’t at work. “I want this so bad.” To emphasize what this was, I let the hand that was still cradling his crotch and gave a light squeeze.
“But maybe work isn’t the best place to do this. ”
I thought he was going to agree, because he looked around the Sector again, as the music continued to drone on around us, still having to speak over it to be heard, but when his eyes looked back at me, there was a wildfire in those gorgeous orange eyes that needed to be quelled and it needed to happen now.
“It’s either right here or never at all.” He said sternly, eliminating the space between our lips and claiming mine all over again.
I could have protested, could have told him that I didn’t want it to be like this, but I couldn’t find the effort to care.
Arze was letting this thing between us happen, finally, even though I still didn’t understand what was so forbidden about it all.
If he was only going to give himself to me now, I wasn’t going to let the occasion pass me by.
Swinging my arms around his neck, I pulled him closer into the kiss, his hand finding my ass again and roughly taking them in his grip, a feral groan ripping from my throat.
Fuck, this was so hot. I underestimated how badly I wanted him until right now, when I was allowed to have him.
He was kissing me back with a fervor I didn’t think could exist, like he was starving and I was the only possible meal that could resuscitate him.
I was loving every second of it. So when he ripped away from me again, causing me to unfurl my arms from around his neck and roughly turning me around, I was a little let down. But not for long.
A howl escaped me as he turned me around, my hands gripping on the half wall again to keep myself balanced.
I was still standing up fairly straight and I could feel his presence lingering behind me.
He approached slowly and impossibly fast all at once, like I couldn’t quite get a read on whether he was in slow motion or moving at warp speed.
His hot breath tickled the bare skin at my neck, a kiss pressed into my flesh as he leaned his body firmly against my back.
A low gasp built up from my belly when I felt how hard he was and he pressed it into the clothed crack of my ass.
“Is this what you want?” He roared over the music, lightly thrusting his bulge forward.
I wanted to answer him, to let him know how badly I’d been thinking about this, but I was a little worried that we’d run out of time and guests were going to start making their way through the haunted house at any second.
“Answer me!” He yelled back, and my pulse jumped at the aggressive demand he was delivering. “Is this. What. You. Want?” With every stressed syllable, he thrusted his bulge against my ass, lighting every single one of my neurons on fire and making me incapable of giving an immediate response.
“Yes!” My words blended with the music, but I pushed my ass back to graze his crotch again.
“That’s what I want!” I hated the need in my voice, the unspoken plea for him to take me and have his way with me, but ultimately, that’s what I wanted.
I yearned for him to use me and make me his in a way I’d never experienced with anyone else before.
The rustling of movement behind me made my eyebrows turn up in concern, but then I felt his hands on my hips, gripping on to my pants and pulling them down swiftly.
I gasped again, unable to find words as he wasted less than a second for me to stand there in my underwear before he let his thumbs worm into the waistband and pulled them down just as fast.
My pants and my underwear stayed in a pool around my ankles, my skin itching with the craving to be doused.
The air from the fan in the adjoining room went over my bare ass, causing a comfortable chill until Arze put his hands on both of them.
I could feel his breath against my ass cheeks now, my dick jerking in the open air on the other side of my body.
He had me so exposed, so ready, and my body was in overdrive.
Without another thought or wasting a single extra second, Arze pulled my cheeks apart and spat on my hole. Wetness glazed over my hole as I moaned, and I wasn’t even able to register how hot that was before he dove in and started swirling his tongue over my sensitive ring.
“Fuck!” I cried, unwilling to keep the exclamation within any longer.
His tongue teased and lathered and rinsed and repeated its claim to take my ass, to own it. I wasn’t sure if the fact that guests could walk in on Arze eating me out was making my heart trash into my ribs because I was petrified or furiously turned on. I’d never felt harder in my life.
After a few beats of his tongue slipping in and out of me, he came up for air, standing back to his full height and fiddled with his pants until I felt his bare dick resting against the mounds of my ass.
Arze was going to fuck me. And I was leaking onto the floor at the thought.
“Still want it?” He said, still elevating his voice so that I could hear him, the heat of his cock against the eager flesh of my ass.
I needed to be fucked by him.
“Yes.” I solidified, shaking my head positively as I turned to watch him line up the head of his purple cock, full of the same lined ridges that made up the rest of his skin, in between the eagerly awaiting crevice of my ass.
His free hand snaked toward my head, making me face forward and away from the erotic action of him anticipating entry. “No looking.”
I’d love nothing more than to be able to focus on the entire contours of his body, of his dick, everything I could let my eyes feast upon.
But if this rough fuck was the only way that I’d finally get to have Arze, I didn’t care.
I didn’t even need this sex to be particularly about my pleasure.
The harboring of my crush on him, the undeniable and unrealistic need to want to exchange fluids with him were too much and I just wanted them to finally be satiated to the fullest extent.