Chapter 15
Halloweiner
RILEY
Exhaling hard, I play with the skirt of my Vipers cheerleading outfit and scan the crowd for Eli. He doesn’t know what I’m wearing, so I insisted we meet here instead of having him come get me, but now I regret it.
There are so many people here, I’m not sure how I’ll ever find him — and to top it off, I think I lost Sam in her Cleopatra costume.
There are three here that I can see already, making me wonder if there’s some sort of competition I was unaware of.
But I don’t care, I can’t even remember if there were cheerleaders on the soccer field so I damn sure don’t care about other people’s costumes tonight. Just his.
“Hey, Riley!” Lucy yells, running over to hug me like we’re long time friends.
She’s standing near a girl I met a while back who’s dressed like an actual murder victim, and wearing a Devil costume that shows most of her ass, but the confidence radiating off of her is palpable. “Are you looking for your man?”
Sure, I guess you could call him that.
“Yeah, have you seen him? He was supposed to meet me here.”
“I think so?” She looks over my head and points toward the trees. “The guys are all wearing different masks so I don’t know which one is him, but I saw their captain Mads putting his Ghost Face back on like five minutes ago. Text him.”
Nodding, I pull out my phone and see he’s already reached out to me.
Soccer Boy
Cold
Okay, so I’m clearly not close to him, but he’s close enough to see me. I’m not sure how that works, but I spin in a slow circle trying to find all the idiots running around in masks.
I see Ghost Face standing next to Blake in a Nancy Drew costume first, and then Jason Vorhees, a skeleton, a demon, and a couple I can’t quite make out. Is that a werewolf? Ugh!
Half of them are built like Elias, but none of them seem to be paying attention to me, so I keep walking.
I feel like an idiot.
Soccer Boy
Warmer.
I’m slightly closer to the woods now so I take a couple steps back toward the house to be sure, and when another text comes in saying I’m cold again I know where he wants me to go.
I had a feeling he’d use tonight to live out his little hunting fantasy — hell, it’s why I chose a costume with a skirt — but I thought I’d at least get to see him first, maybe warm up a little.
Have a couple of drinks, make sure he has a condom on him, not that I really believe he’ll use one today.
But nope, he’s throwing me right off into the deep end. Fine. Tucking my phone away in the clutch slung over my shoulder, I head deeper into the woods.
For a while, nothing happens. The sounds from the party fade and I don’t see anyone at all, all I hear is the leaves under my shoes, and an owl high up in a tree. I feel ridiculous wandering around out here up until a branch breaks off to my right, making my heart jump in my chest.
“Riley,” he singsongs, sending a chill up my spine.
This is the same man who didn’t lose a wink of sleep blackmailing me into a sexual relationship. If he could do that, what else is he capable of? It’s dark and chilly and a little too eerie out here for me to be fully comfortable, and maybe that’s how he wants it.
“Elias, where are you? This isn’t funny,” I call, spinning and catching a glimpse of a neon orange purge mask shining out at me through the dark.
It’s gone the second I blink.
It takes all the air out of my lungs with it as I continue to stare at where I swear it just was.
“Warmer,” he whispers into the wind, and by the time it reaches my ears another twig snaps.
My entire body comes alive with adrenaline as fear and self-preservation take over. It’s… almost intoxicating the way it clears my senses and pushes me forward, and as I start to run, I realize something else.
I’m fucking wet.
Not just a little, but more than I expected.
His laugh surrounds me as footsteps become louder behind me, each step he takes feels deliberate, but I can be deliberate too.
Cutting left, I zig-zag through the trees faster, constantly changing direction until I’m sure I’ve lost him, and all I hear is my own stumbling footsteps and pounding heart.
I almost regret my tactics when I start to feel completely alone out here, but suddenly he’s wrapping his arms around me and growling into my ear. “Got you!”
My scream is cut off by his hand as I thrash out of instinct, a grunt leaving him as I elbow him in the stomach. “Damn, cupcake. You fighting is only making me hard.”
Of course it is, he’s a psycho.
Yet as he slips his hand up under my skirt, I’m forced to admit that maybe I am, too.
“Fuuuck,” he slips two fingers inside of me with ease. “My girl loves the chase doesn’t she?”
I didn’t think so, but I guess I do.
What the hell does that say about me?
“Fuck off,” I rush out, jerking only to learn that he’s got me pinned completely. He’s so much stronger than he looks. “Elias—”
“Riley,” he hisses back, those skilled fingers moving inside of me a little rougher than normal. “You want me to stop?”
I open my mouth to say yes, but the word dies on my tongue.
No, I don’t want him to stop. I don’t want him to show mercy or wear a condom or let me walk out of here with my dignity at all. I want him to fucking take me.
When I don’t say anything at all, he chuckles, his hand dropping down to my throat so I can slightly turn and see that mask staring down at me.
“You feel what you do to me?”
He grinds himself against my ass, rock hard and so hot I can feel it through my panties.
“Yeah, Elias. I feel you.”
“Good.” Pulling his fingers out, he releases me completely to pull his cock out. “Don’t move.”
Hiding a smirk, I wait until I hear him unzip his black jeans and take off again, laughing at the thought of him chasing me like that — right up until he catches me again.
He may be just some college soccer player with a thing for photography, but here, right now, he seems an awful lot like a predator.
“Bad girl!” He slaps my ass and tugs on my panties hard enough to stretch them out, but not rip them from my body. “Now you’re going to just take it.”
Oh, poor me. “What’s wrong?” I goad. “I thought you’d always outrun me?”
“I can and I will.” Eli presses me against a tree and hikes up my skirt further, his warm cock slapping up against my pussy before he pushes himself inside with a loud moan.
The angle makes me scream as he shoves in further and the bark scrapes my cheek, but every inch of me feels his desire. It makes me lightheaded and dizzy by the time we’re pinned together, especially when he lifts me completely off the ground to bottom out. “Look at you hanging off my cock.”
Holy fuck. My stomach swoops violently as I desperately grab the tree. This is something people say, it’s not something that happens. You don’t literally hang off of someone’s cock unless you’re… well, someone other than me.
But here I am, speared with a cock so deep, I can feel it in my lungs. “Elias!” I scream, eliciting a sinful moan from him as his fingers dig into my skin.
“Now you can’t run anywhere. I told you all you can do is take it.”
He’s not wrong. I don’t know how he manages to move at all while holding me up like this, but my filthy converse swing uselessly as he rails me.
Once I get over how off balance I feel, it gets…
better. A lot better. So fucking good that I come all over the cock splitting me in half not once, but twice.
“Clenching so hard, baby. Fuck.”
He keeps going, his thrusts speeding up as he chases his own release, and I have to hold my face away from the tree to keep from hitting it with each pump of his hips.
It doesn’t always work, but every little spark of pain somehow makes the rest feel better.
“Tell me I don’t have to wear a condom anymore,” he demands, like he’s wearing one right now. Like the last several we’ve used haven’t mysteriously, inexplicably broken.
Like I haven’t learned to crave the feeling of his cum.
“What if I say you do?” I ask, panting and squeezing his cock with my cunt. “What if I say you always will?”
He shifts so abruptly I think I might fall, but his teeth sink into my shoulder hard enough to bruise, and the words are out of my mouth before I can stop them.
“Okay! Okay,” I whimper. “No more condoms.”
Eli slams deep inside of me with a guttural growl, his cock pulsing as he fills me up once again, and I don’t know if I want to kiss him or hit him. “Fuck, you feel so good raw, cupcake. There’s no way you don’t feel what I do.”
He’s breathless now, lips trailing gentle kisses along my new wound toward my neck, where there are still countless marks. I’ve gone through an entire bottle of concealer just trying to look appropriate for class, and the stinging in my cheek tells me I’m about to need more.
Every time I let this man touch me, I come out looking like I tried to box a honey badger.
“Why’d the condoms break, Eli?”
I spot his mask lying next to us on the ground, and I don’t even know when he removed it, but it was probably before he bit the hell out of me. “Because I’m an asshole,” he admits, still coming down from the high. “I want what I want… and I know you want it too.”
I suspected as much. Condoms are crazy stretchy and incredibly strong. They break sometimes, sure, but not every single time. Fuck. I wish it didn’t make me so goddamn feral for him when I should be punching him in the face. “What’s that? Are you trying to knock me up?”
I feel him drop his forehead to my shoulder and shake his head. “You said you were on birth control.”
“I also told you I don’t always remember to take it.”
Gently, he sets me down on my feet and straightens my loose underwear as best as he can, then spins me around to face him. “I might have imagined you pregnant with my baby a few times, but that’s not it. I know I’m not ready to be a dad. I don’t… know what I’m thinking sometimes.”
Here’s me thinking he’d say something possessive like he just wanted his cum inside me, but he’s getting deep in the middle of the woods while I’m wearing a fucking dirty cheerleading uniform — and conveniently have his cum leaking out of me.
“Careful, Eli,” I say softly. “That doesn’t sound very fake to me.”
“You’re right. It’s the alcohol, ignore me. You want to go back to the party?”
I was barely there to begin with, and it seems like I’ve got some drinking to do if I’m going to catch up to him. I’m just hoping that the intensity of what we just did doesn’t catch up to me first.
“Yeah,” I agree. “Let’s go.”