21. Alexis
CHAPTER 21
Alexis
G hostface grabs my waist, spins me around, and bends me over. “Hands on the tree.”
I comply, gasping as he yanks my pants down. He lifts a leg, pulling my sneakers off, then my leggings. When he sets my foot on the ground, he kicks my legs so I’m spread wide open.
He rubs his cock through my wet folds, and I moan. “D-Do you have a c-condom?”
Nodding, he reaches down and pulls one from the pocket of his sweatpants, holding it up. The head of his cock rests against my opening as he tears the packet open.
He begins rubbing against me, a low growl reverberating from his chest. “Jesus. You’re so fucking wet.”
I look over my shoulder at him, whimpering. He pulls the condom from the wrapper and then sheaths himself.
“Hold on tight, Lexi.” His hand grips my hip while the other lines up the head of his cock with my entrance. “I won’t hurt you. At least, not at first.” There’s a smugness in his tone that should piss me off, but then he eases himself inside me.
I gasp, wincing at how full I am. How much he’s stretching me. He doesn’t move, allowing me to adjust to his size.
“Oh, Ghostface,” I mutter as he goes deeper. “You’re stretching me,” I pant, trying to adjust to the burning sensation.
“Just a few more inches.”
My eyes widen, panic filling me. What? A few ? —
He shoves himself inside, and I scream. He starts moving slowly and steadily, in and out. This position allows him to go deep, and with his impressive size, I’m worried he will hurt me in ways that aren’t pleasurable.
As if he knows what I’m thinking, he rasps, “Relax, little liar.”
My hands dig into the tree bark as he slowly fucks me. He’s stretching me so good, and I relax as the burn fades, overwhelming me with pleasure. “Fuck, Ghostface. Feels so good.”
He increases the pace, moving his hand so his thumb swirls around my clit. I melt against him, giving him my trust, which is insane, considering the circumstances.
His other hand slides to my breast, feeling the weight in his hands before he teases my nipple through my shirt. He pinches it, and the sensations he evokes remind me of Evan and what happened between us in the restaurant bathroom.
“E-Evan. Is that y-you?”
“Do you want me to be Evan?” He moves his thumb faster over my clit, and my mind goes hazy.
“Come on, Lexi. Just admit it.” He applies more pressure on my clit. My legs shake, and I can’t think of anything except my intense desire to come.
I remain stubbornly silent, enjoying the way he’s fucking me.
He slaps my clit, and I gasp before it turns into a moan. I’m wetter than ever as he continues moving inside me.
“Answer the question, Lexi.” He smacks my clit again, harder than the first time. “Do you want me to be Evan?”
I remain stubbornly silent, squirming in his grip, hoping he does it again.
Instead, he moves his hand away. Panicking, I grab his wrist. “Y-Yes. I-I want you… to be Evan.” The words, which started loud, trail to a whisper as humiliation and shame overtake me.
“Then I’ll be Evan.”
I swallow hard, not saying anything. I’m too busy psychoanalyzing myself inside my head. Why would I want him to be Evan? He’s the biggest douchebag I’ve ever met.
“Oh, fuck.” I’m pulled from my thoughts as he slams into me so hard that my head nearly hits the tree. My nails dig into the bark as he hammers into me. The way he’s teasing my clit and pinching my nipple drives me insane.
I start moving my hips, meeting him thrust for thrust. “Fuck me harder, Ghostface.” His cock hits places inside me I didn’t know existed. I hang onto the tree, biting my lip at the familiar feeling swirling in my lower belly. My shaking thighs warn me of an impending storm.
Fuck.
My orgasm hits me hard, barreling over me. I scream his name, my voice at near-hysterical levels. Blackness tinges the edge of my vision. My limbs weaken, and I’m afraid I’m going to collapse in a heap on the ground.
Thank God he’s holding me up.
When the buzzing in my ears stops, my cheeks burn over what happened. I fucked a man wearing a Ghostface mask in the woods.
“That’s one,” he whispers in my ear.
“O-One?”
“Uh-huh. There will be more.” He continues pumping in and out of me. “Told you I’d have you screaming my name and coming all over my cock,” his arrogant voice whispers in my ear.
His smugness makes my hands curl into fists, but since he’s already pounding into me, all I can do is moan as I take his big dick.
I’m on the edge, about to come again, when he slows and begins fucking me gently. Clenching my teeth together, I look at his masked face over my shoulder. “What the hell are you doing?”
He chuckles, the sound almost demonic. “You want more, Lexi. Say his name,” he taunts. “The man you want me to be.”
I purse my lips together, squeezing my eyes closed, refusing to comply.
“Come on, little liar. You know you want to.” He keeps moving, slow and steady inside of me. “Say his name, and I’ll give you what you want.”
“Promise?”
“I promise, Lexi.”
I choke out his name. “Evan.”
“Not good enough, Lexi.” He slams into me, and I gasp before a loud moan slips out. “You want me fucking you like this? Say his name like you mean it. Fucking beg for his cock, Lexi.”
I’m gonna hate myself later, but my greedy pussy wants to come again from his hard, wild thrusts. “Please, Evan. Fuck me hard. Make me come all over your cock.”
A rumble of satisfaction goes through him. “That’s right, Lexi. He owns your pussy, doesn’t he?” He grabs my hips, slamming into me, making me nearly incoherent.
“Yes,” I sob as my pussy clenches around him.
He lets out a roar, slamming into me so hard all I can do is hang onto the tree. My orgasm hits me so hard that I scream myself hoarse, pulsing around him. He thrusts into me a few more times before he stills, and I feel him throbbing inside me.
My grip on the bark weakens, and I would’ve fallen to the ground if he hadn’t held me up. All my energy has vanished, replaced by exhaustion.
I’m vaguely aware of him pulling out and tucking himself inside his pants, but my eyes are so heavy, and my limbs are weak.
“I’ve got you, Lexi.” He pulls my shirt down and then pulls up my pants. I’m not sure if he puts my shoes on or not. He stoops, lifting me in his arms, and I snuggle against him, not caring where he takes me or what he does to me.
My head rests on his shoulder as he carries me through the forest. “You smell like him,” I whisper, inhaling deeply.
He chuckles. “Like who?”
“Evan.”
“Maybe it’s because you want me to be him.”
I shake my head, barely having the energy to do so. “No, I don’t.”
“Okay, little liar.” His chuckle shakes my body. “I don’t believe you.”
Even though it’s wrong, I want Evan Whitmore more than I’ve ever wanted another man.