Chapter 18 #2
My mouth began to slack in awe as Arze pressed into me, the head of his dick pushing beyond my hole and sliding in like it belonged there.
He wasn’t patient, but he wasn’t aggressively rushing either.
It only took a myriad of seconds before he was fully inside me, setting my insides ablaze with surprise and making my legs feel like they were full of jelly.
Rolling my eyes, I savored the feeling of being full of him, his dick pressing firmly against my prostate already, waves of potential ecstasy ever closer to being fulfilled.
And then things shifted. Arze started pulling out of me as fast as his hips could allow before he plunged in just as fast. He was railing my ass, hard and rough and sexy as hell.
I kept having to bite down on my bottom lip to keep the plethora of outcries that begged to leave me.
But I kept them like treasures in my mouth, wishing I could see his face while he was fucking me harder than anyone had ever had the balls to do before.
“Fuck yes.” I heard him hiss loudly, a hardened slap meeting my right ass cheek as he slammed his cock back inside me. I could barely think, let alone verbalize anything because the head of his dick was punching my prostate every single time he pulled out and initially thrusted back inside me.
I looked down between my legs, my cock swaying from the friction, a steady strand of pre-cum flowing out of my dick.
With how hot and bothered I was, combined with the vigor that Arze was exerting in making my ass his personal bitch, I was afraid that I was going to fucking blow without even wrapping my fist around myself.
“This is what you craved, isn’t it?” Arze’s voice curdled my thoughts, discarding them and focusing on the husk that I could hear between his tone. “Wanting to be fucked by my cock?”
“Fuck yes.” I said back, moving my ass back to meet his thrusts now that I could think for a sliver of a second. There was so much more I wanted to say, but all I could think to add was, “So fucking good.”
“You want my cum, don’t you?”
Oh god. If he kept talking like that, I was going to absolutely explode without touching myself.
I bit my bottom lip again, holding back because I didn’t want this encounter to end.
If we stopped having sex, I had a feeling there’d be some sort of no contact decree, and that thought made me want to scream, especially as I was still reveling in the sensations Arze was so willingly giving.
The song that had shifted during our tryst got to the chorus, and it was making me harder. There was something about getting railed to Dragula by Rob Zombie that just really got me there. Highly recommend.
Another hard smack came down on my left ass cheek, all while Arze kept pounding away at my hole. “Answer me!”
“Yes!” I cried, feeling that familiar pressure building in my balls, pushing my ass back to meet his thrusts as much as I could manage in this position with still holding myself against the half wall. “I want your cum!”
The words reverberating back to me caused a chain reaction of unparalleled levels.
I started wailing, not just moaning, as I felt my orgasm hit its peak from the dirty talk and the assault he kept placing on my prostate.
I came hard and long, thick jets shooting from my cock and dropping to the slate floor that was underneath us, abandoned by my reckless need to release.
I could feel Arze’s dick seemingly harden inside me, knowing that I was constricting myself around him as I rode the waves of my orgasm.
“I’m coming!” He roared, slamming into me even faster until he halted his hips, plunging deep inside me. Moans spilled from his mouth as he filled me, my eyes closing in full satisfaction as the feeling of being full from his release hit me.
I’d so wanted this, even if I’d had it a little bit different in my head when I’d thought about it before, but now that it was coming an end, I feared the ramifications or the quiet that was going to follow between us.
“So fucking tight,” He managed to say between his sparse breaths, still unloading in my ass.
We stayed like that while we both came down from the endorphins of reaching our mutual climaxes. But the dose of oxytocin was relatively cut short as we heard a pair of loud screams over the music.
Both of our heads whipped toward the direction of the shrill sound, seeing two girls, clearly guests of the haunted house.
They stood in the open room we overlooked from our current position, the main open room of Spore Sector.
The black drapes that attempted to cover us weren’t doing too hot of a job, and they could at least see that Arze was behind me and I was bent over in front of him.
The girls stared for a few beats, and we were frozen from our own immobilization of being caught and what it could mean.
But the girls turned toward the lengthy exit that followed Spore Sector and started laughing and giggling, clearly entertained by what they’d seen.
Whether or not that thought catching us was part of the haunted house or not would have to be a question both Arze and I would be comfortable with in never receiving an answer to.
I grunted in surprise as Arze pulled out of me, feeling a gush of his cum leaving my ass and sliding down my leg as he swiftly started pulling his pants back up.
“What did we just do?” The panic in his voice did nothing to soothe me over how he felt about the exchange we’d just had together.
Suddenly very self-conscious, I stood up and pulled my underwear and pants up, not even caring about the cum that was wetting the fabric of my undergarments. When I turned around, Arze was fully dressed again, running his hands through his orange hair in a fit of hysteria.
“Arze, it’s okay.” The music was still in effect, and I was tempted to walk over and switch it off. But then we’d be in total silence and somehow, that seemed way worse in comparison.
“No, it’s not okay!” He yelled, starting to pace back and forth in front of me.
“What if those girls say something to Jane? What if other tythwig hear of this? What if—” He didn’t finish that sentence, because I had grabbed his jaw, making him look into my eyes.
Arze stared back at me, but there was a vacancy in them that hadn’t been there before.
It was almost like he was internally shutting down and couldn’t really see me looking back at him.
“Arze—”
“I’m so sorry, Krueger.” His voice shook, scratchy and uneven as emotion wobbled in his eyes just as much as it rattled his voice. “I have to go.”
He started running from me, heading in the same direction as the girls who had caught us went, toward the exit.
“Arze!” I screamed after him, but in the end, it didn’t matter.
I was standing there alone in Spore Sector, my own release splattered all over the slate floor, feeling more used than my shoes when I realized I’d accidentally covered them too.
So much for giving in to my crush.
Khalice popped in, shocked by the timing of it all, glad she hadn’t gotten a view of Arze and I giving in to each other like the guests had. Oh god, this was increasingly messy, wasn’t it?
“Krueger,” Per usual, she elevated her voice to be heard over the music. “There’s a woman outside claiming to be your sister who wants to say hi. And she brought a stellymn as a date.”
Right, Myers mentioned that she and her stellymn crush were planning on stopping by the haunts as part of their date. I sighed, staring up at the ceiling in abject horror over my luck. “Fanfuckingtastic.”