13. 8 Weeks Earlier – Halloween
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8 WEEKS EARLIER – HALLOWEEN
JOSIE
S hit, I’m so naked. Except for the mask.
Thank fuck for the mask.
It brings some sort of bravery. Feels empowering.
The zombie rests me down on the edge of the chaise longue, and eases me backwards so I can rest my head on the arm.
Reclined, I feel strangely regal.
He’s pressed over me, his breath falling against my lips. A whisper of a kiss on my mouth, but then it’s gone as he trails kisses down my neck, over my boobs, his stubble tickling a fiery path. He pushes himself backwards off me, tracking with his lips the whole way — over my stomach and then down to my pussy again.
This chair thing is genius. I’m angled so I can see what he’s up to down there. Praise the beauty gods that I got a wax recently.
He’s sunk to his knees again. This grown man, on his knees, for me. The other guys I’ve been with would never have dreamed of doing this, at all , let alone on their knees.
I part my legs and he gives me a grunt of appreciation as he starts to lick and suck on my centre. His soft stubble adding a glorious contrast to his smooth lips, powerful tongue.
Holy shit.
My eyes lose focus as they start to roll back.
‘Oh my God,’ I groan as he laps at me.
I squeeze my lids shut and then open them, some of the most erotic paintings I’ve ever seen blossoms on the walls around us. The colours and the shapes start to undulate as my orgasm builds. I snap back to look at the zombie, his make-up now a smudged mess across his face and my thighs as he gorges on me.
‘ Fuck , I think … shit. I think I’m gonna …’
He moans and doubles down on my clit.
Delicious heat coils through me, snaking towards my centre. I clamp my hands on my mouth as everything feels like it’s suddenly magnetised together before I explode apart.
I think I successfully managed to stifle my shouts. I’ve been told I’m too noisy, and right now we’re in the middle of a house party where people are very likely to hear. As I gasp for breath, a flush rushes to my face and my pulse races.
Gently, he gives my clit a couple of soft kisses before raising his head.
‘Angel.’ His voice sounds disappointed. Like I’m in trouble.
‘Sorry, if I was too loud. I tried to —’
‘Too loud? ’ He shakes his head with a small scowl. ‘I should be sorry. I haven’t made you comfortable enough. I think you’re holding back on me.’
‘I—’ I don’t even know what my argument is but it dies on my lips as he jumps up.
‘Don’t move a muscle. We’re gonna need to try that again.’
He saunters over to the table where the camera was, a knowing twist to his lips when he returns. He brings back some grapes from the strangely provocative display, and plucks one off the stem. His fingertips feel rough as he presses it to my mouth.
It takes everything in me not to suck his finger in too as I take it.
‘Sugar levels might drop. Gotta keep your strength up.’
As I chew the sweet fruit, I pick a grape from the stem and offer it to him.
He shakes his head with a sly smile.
I cock my eyebrow at him. ‘Don’t you need to keep your strength up? Can’t have you running out of steam.’
When he still doesn’t take it, I pop the grape into my mouth.
‘Oh, no.’ He drops to his knees again, his grin positively roguish. ‘I’ve got reinforcements.’
He holds up a black vibrator, which I recognise from the fruit display. A small bullet, almost like a lipstick.
Well, this just got interesting.
I’m very pro adult toys. Hell, I’ve got a whole drawer full at home. But no guy has ever been into the idea of using them. Using them with me.
‘I saw you eye-fucking these earlier.’
‘I don’t eye-fuck. ’
‘You don’t? I do.’ His gaze intensifies on me; I knew it was him watching me earlier. ‘So, you don’t want to?—’
‘Oh, I do want.’
‘Spread your legs for me,’ he rasps.
I take my time as I oblige, a thrill of adrenaline shooting through me as his jaw tics in response. He releases a heavy breath. A kind of butterfly effect of smudged makeup blooms between my legs. ‘Look at that mess you made,’ I sigh.
He clicks his tongue. ‘Me? No. You’re the dirty one, aren’t you? Now,’ he tips his head to the side, ‘where were we?’
He kisses a path up my thigh, homing in on my pussy. A quiet buzzing starts and I have a moment to brace myself before he touches the vibrator against me, resting it just below my clit.
‘Show me where you like it.’
I squirm a little and take the vibe, moving it to where it makes my bones melt. He takes over with a low moan of approval and, suddenly, his lips are on me again, kissing their way up my body until he sucks my nipple into his mouth. The vibrator buzzes in just the right way as he swirls his tongue over my breast, his teeth gently tugging on my nipple. My fingers weave into his hair, holding him there. I don’t think I want this to ever, ever stop.
I can feel my orgasm accelerating again, hammering towards me like a freight train. Like a reflex, my hands fly up to my mouth again and clamp down, trying to keep quiet.
‘No.’ Everything stops.
‘ What? ’ I pant, entirely disorientated.
‘Hands off your mouth.’
‘But I’m?—’
‘I want to hear every. Fucking. Decibel.’ He bites out the words.
‘But—’
‘Angel,’ he interrupts, his voice unnervingly low. ‘Hands on my head or I’m going to stop.’
He lowers his mouth back towards my breast but stops short, pointedly looking at me. His hot breath sends shivers over my skin, and goosebumps prickle.
Hesitantly, I lower my hands, weaving them into his soft hair. As I grip onto him, he seals his lips around my nipple and sucks. Clicking the vibrator on again, he circles it around my clit, before holding it exactly where I need it.
I can’t stop the moan sneaking out as my climax starts to build again.
‘Good,’ he reassures me, moving his mouth up to my neck, sucking on my earlobe. ‘Come for me again.’ He works his way down, this time dropping kisses over my other breast. Nibbling, licking, grazing his teeth over my sensitive skin until I feel like I’m going into orbit.
Building.
Tensing.
Something snaps and I see stars, the moon. A fucking kaleidoscope of galaxies. And then I’m back in my body, my throat burning from where a yell has ripped from it. My fingers are locked in his hair, twisted and tangled in the strands.
‘I knew that pretty mouth was holding back.’
I unwind my grip and slowly push upright. He moves with me, perching next to me on the chaise. I turn to face him, shooting him a cocky grin. ‘You have no idea what this pretty mouth is capable of.’
He tips his head, lips pressed into a coy smile. The paint on his face now a grey-brown smudge. ‘Is that so?’
Nodding, I slip off the seat and slowly prise his knees apart, moving in between them. Opening his flies with a flick of my finger, I tug at his jeans. He obliges by raising himself a little so I can wriggle them down.
His boxer briefs are black, and there’s a visible bulge straining at the fabric. I run my finger along the waistband and his breath hitches. He’s watching my every move; his gaze burning into me, even when I’m looking at his junk. The same scorching scrutiny I’ve felt all evening.
Teasingly, I raise my eyes up to his again, knowing I’ll find them blazing at me. ‘Now, hands on my head or I’m going to stop.’
His touch shakes as he slides his hands into my hair. ‘You don’t have to.’
In response, I ease his boxers down. His cock springs free. A silvery trail is left in the fabric and I thrill at the thought of doing this to him.
As I give his granite-hard velvet-soft shaft a pump, a bead of precum glistens and a guttural, ‘ Fuck… ’ rumbles out of him.
‘Should we…?’ I glance around for some form of protection. Lost in the moment, I’d almost forgotten.
‘I’m all clear. Had a check-up recently, but I can,’ he starts to move, but I press down on his knees as he says, ‘go grab some?—’
‘It’s okay,’ I cut him off. ‘I prefer it without.’ I hate latex lips.
Sticking my tongue out, I lick at the precum and he shuts his eyes, exhaling through his nose. As if composing himself.
‘I don’t mind going to get—’ he tries to argue, moving to get up again.
‘We’re all good. I had a check-up recently, too,’ I say between swirling my tongue round his head like it’s one of those lollipops. I push at his shoulder with one hand, while working the other one in tandem with my mouth.
He sinks back with a groan, his fingers moving into my hair again as I’d demanded — fingers locking into it, not pushing me, just reassuringly there.
His eyes — the unsettling white contacts still in situ — don’t leave mine as I twist my tongue with every plunge of my mouth.
His breath gets more ragged, the raw sound sending heat to my core.
‘Fuck, if you keep doing that …’ He takes a steadying breath. ‘Fuck, I’m going to fill that pretty mouth of yours with my cum.’
I draw my lips up to the tip and then, still holding eye contact, I murmur, ‘What? This?’ before sucking him deep into my throat then trailing my tongue as I glide back up to his head.
‘Careful, Angel. I’m … n-not sure if … I can stop.’
My hand still working his length, I smirk, kissing the tip of his cock. ‘Promises, promises.’
‘Shit, you … want me to come in your … mouth?’
‘Uh, huh,’ I moan, taking him in deeper again.
He growls out a low, ‘Fuck, ’ and I smile around him.
It’s not long before he gasps, pulsing inside me, and heat fills my mouth. His gaze never leaves mine.