Chapter 3
Josh
“Bro, no. Fucking no,” I instantly said when he tried holding out a mask to me. I wasn’t surprised he’d gone and gotten me a mask anyway when I specifically told him I was not wearing one. It was such a typical Derrick thing to do.
“Come on,” he groaned, rolling his eyes at me. He dramatically threw his arms up in the air, the mask smacking the ceiling of our dorm room. “Are you seriously just going to go dressed as you? Nothing else? No makeup—nothing?”
“Nothing,” I said, nodding my head as I tugged on my jeans. They fit snugly but weren’t super tight. And they made my ass look fucking fantastic. “If someone wants to know what my costume is, I’ll tell them I’m just a tired ass college kid.”
Derrick snorted and flung the mask he bought me onto my bed. “You fucking suck.”
I barked out a laugh and winked at him. “I’d love to. Just tell me when and where.”
He snickered. “When I want a guy on my dick in any way, shape, or form, Josh, I promise you’ll be the first to know.”
I laughed and slipped a plain, white t-shirt over my head before running my fingers through my already messy hair. Derrick scowled at the strands like they personally offended him. “I wish you’d at the very least do something with your hair.”
“Not a chance in hell, bro,” I told him.
He sighed and rolled his eyes before shrugging on his Venom costume, snapping the leather into place. He looked damn good, and I’d been sure to tell him that when he tried it on at the Halloween store, considering he needed an honest opinion anyway. If Derrick was my type, I’d totally do him.
“I don’t know why we’re friends,” he muttered, but I knew he was teasing.
“Because I’m less competition when it comes to getting laid.”
Derrick barked out a laugh. “That’s got to be it,” he snickered.
I rolled my eyes and shoved my feet into my converse. “Hurry up so we can get this fucking night over with,” I told him. I wanted to go, show my face, and come crawl back into bed. I wasn’t in the mood to top yet another twink.
He gave me that side-eye shit I hated. “You can’t rush perfection, Josh.”
I snorted. “You’re a hell of a long way from perfect.”
He shoved me, both of us barking out a laugh.
I sighed when I turned my head to tell Derrick I was going to take a leak, but he already had his tongue down some girl’s throat.
Rolling my eyes, I stepped away and went on the hunt for a bathroom.
This house was massive, and it was near impossible to find my way around.
When we’d gotten here, I had immediately been overwhelmed.
Derrick was the only reason I didn’t stride right back to his car and dip.
There were too many bodies. The stench of sweat and alcohol clung to the air. The dance floor was a disaster, with half-naked girls and horny guys basically fucking each other.
Leaving Derrick behind, knowing we’d both find our ways back to the dorm at some point tonight, I headed to go find a bathroom, desperately needing to piss after the one can of beer I’d had.
I didn’t want to drink much, especially since I wasn’t much of a drinker anyway.
And I still needed to be sober so I could make it back to our dorm room safely.
I sighed, rubbing my forehead in agitation when I circled the entire bottom floor and could not find a fucking bathroom. What kind of house didn’t have a bathroom on the first floor?
Grumbling under my breath about shitty house plans and mentally cursing Derrick in my head for talking me into coming here, I heaved myself up the stairs. I just wanted to go the fuck home, and as soon as I found a bathroom to relieve my bladder, I would head outside and order an Uber.
This night had been a complete waste of time. I hadn’t found a single guy willing to top to hook up with, but Derrick was having no problems shoving his tongue down every girl’s throat he came across. I wasn’t even straight, and I was jealous that he was getting action.
Lucky fuck.
Finally, I found an empty bedroom, and through the dim light from the hallway, I could see an open door in the room that looked sort of like the opening to a bathroom.
Sighing in relief, I quickly moved inside and to the bathroom, finally taking a piss.
I groaned when my bladder began to slowly empty.
Having an empty bladder had never felt so blissfully good.
I was washing my hands when all of the lights suddenly went out.
Screams erupted downstairs before people began to laugh.
Cursing, I dried my hands on my pants and felt my way along the wall until I was out of the bathroom and in the bedroom.
What the fuck was this shit even? When I signed up to come to this stupid party, I didn’t sign up for some scary bullshit.
Sinister music began to play, and I grimaced, cursing and wondering what the fuck Derrick had dragged me to.
He knew I didn’t handle horror well. The last time I’d watched a scary movie, I’d been a little kid and had watched The Grudge.
I had nightmares for months. I swore I’d never watch another fucking scary movie ever again, and so far, I hadn’t.
I sure as hell wasn’t keen on becoming part of one.
Sinister music only meant one thing—trouble.
The bedroom door suddenly slammed closed, muffling the creepy music. I swallowed thickly, my heart thumping hard in my chest. Sweat beaded along my temple and my spine, adrenaline pumping through my veins. Shitty thing was, my brain wasn’t getting the goddamn memo to flee. I was frozen in fear.
Suddenly, warm breath fanned over the side of my face, and before I could react, a sharp blade was pressed to my neck. I froze, my hands shaking, my breaths trembling from my lungs.
My heart was pounding hard in my chest—too hard. So hard it was painful. I was pretty sure I was going to throw up.
“Been watching you for weeks now, Josh,” a deep voice rasped in my ear. And I hated that despite the fear pulsing through my veins, that sexy, raspy voice had my cock plumping in my jeans.
Another set of hands slid down my chest, and I whimpered, unable to help myself. The fingers were calloused, the nails a little sharp as they scraped along my skin over my shirt. “His heart is racing,” another deep voice whispered.
“Take his shirt off,” the first voice rumbled. I was helpless to stop them as the person in front of me—that I couldn’t fucking see in the pitch black dark surrounding me—quickly pulled my shirt over my head and tossed it to the floor.
I groaned when a tongue flicked out over my nipple, and despite the dangerous situation I was in, I softly moaned at the feeling. My cock throbbed in my jeans. My nipples were extremely sensitive, and feeling that tongue slide over the tight nub was making my brain misfire.
That same tongue ran down the indentation of my abs before stopping right at my belt buckle.
My hips thrust forward as he palmed my cock through my jeans.
“Fuck,” I hissed. I was delirious with need, my fear almost forgotten, but not completely.
Because that blade—sharp as fuck—was still settled along my throat.
It dug into my throat the tiniest bit, and I felt a trickle of blood run down and pool in my collarbone. My dick twitched from the pain all while my mind screamed at me to fucking run, though my body certainly wasn’t getting the stupid memo. It was still stuck in fright mode mixed with lust.
“You like that, baby?” the first guy asked.
He pulled my lobe into his mouth, sucking gently before releasing it.
I was panting, desperate for more, but the second guy wasn’t moving.
I trembled with need. The fucker was just holding me over my jeans, like he was waiting for a command. I wanted to fucking scream.
The first guy ran his tongue up my neck, licking up my blood. I groaned, my head falling back against his shoulder. “You like me holding your life right on the jagged edge of this blade?”
“Yes,” I hissed, surprised that was actually the fucking truth. I was so hard it hurt. “More.”
“Now,” the guy holding the blade ordered.
Finally—fucking finally—the second guy released me from the confines of my jeans and sucked me deep into the back of his throat.
I moaned, my toes curling in my shoes. I sank my fingers in his soft hair and began to fuck his mouth, all while being extremely aware of that sharp blade and how quickly my life could be ended.
The way the guy in front of me on his knees was moaning around my dick stuffing his mouth spurred me on.
I tightened my grip on his hair, bottoming out in the back of his throat.
“God, your mouth,” I rasped. This was the best fucking head I’d ever gotten in my life.
“It’s hot and wet, isn’t it?” the first guy murmured.
He dropped the blade he’d been holding and then grabbed my jaw, turning my head.
His lips settled over mine, kissing me hungrily as I continued to fuck the throat of the guy on his knees beneath me.
I whimpered into his kiss, easily submitting to his dominance as he slid his tongue into my mouth, licking at my teeth.
A long, loud moan ripped from my throat as rough, calloused fingers began to probe my ass. The first guy released my lips and then moved down my throat, sucking at the sweaty skin of my neck. I gasped, my chest heaving with every heavy breath I took.
As soon as that finger sank into my ass, I lost it. I yanked the guy on his knees all the way onto my cock and came down his throat. The sensation of him swallowing around me fucking had me shouting indiscernible shit. I didn’t even know what the fuck was spilling from my lips. My mind blitzed out.
It was the best damn head I’d ever had.
I slumped to the floor, my arms resting on my knees as I tried to catch my breath. Two phone lights came on, and I looked up at the men who’d just given me the best fucking orgasm of my life.
“I’m Burne,” the one standing up said. He ran his tattooed hand over his buzzed head before he leaned down and picked up his hatchet, his muscles flexing as he did so.
He was wearing all black, his skinny jeans clinging to his muscular thighs.
God, he was fine as fuck, tattoos crawling over his skin.
He was skinnier than me, but there was an air of authority and dominance about him that was unmistakable.
“Leo,” the second guy said, drawing my eyes to him as he stood to stand next to Burne. His hair was messy and dark, a little curly at the ends. His blue eyes were alive with heat and lust. He was more muscular than Burne and even a little bigger than me. He was tattoo-free, unlike his… boyfriend?
I licked my lips. “How…”
Leo smirked. “Been wanting your dick down my throat since the first day of psychology,” he informed me. He pushed his hand through those dark strands on his head just as the sound of sirens reached our ears. He rolled his eyes and looked at the ceiling.
Burne arched a brow at me. “If you don’t want to get hit with underage drinking, I suggest you get on your feet, straighten yourself out, and we make a run for it.”
“Derrick—” I said, lurching to my feet, fastening my jeans and belt again. Where the hell was my best friend? I couldn’t leave him at this party to potentially get arrested.
“Is already gone,” Burne told me. “He left before we turned off the power. Pretty sure he was getting laid. Some chick was hanging off his arm, and he could barely keep his hand out of her pants long enough to get her in the passenger seat of his car.”
I laughed. Didn’t surprise me. It was his normal thing. Besides, we’d agreed that if he was able to hook up, he could take her back to the dorms instead of fucking her in one of these rooms. Derrick drew the line there. Said it grossed him out to fuck in someone else’s bed.
Shaking my head, I rolled my bottom lip into my mouth and sank my teeth into it, those sirens only getting louder.
I looked between the two insanely hot men in front of me, wondering if I could somehow get more time with them.
Besides, after the hot as fuck scene they’d just included me in, I was ready for some wild sex with adrenaline pumping through my veins.
That orgasm had been goddamn mind-blowing. And judging by the bulge in both of their jeans, I had no doubt both of them were packing.
“You two like playing games?” I asked them as I stretched my arms above my head, the sirens now on this street. I could see the red glow of them through the window. My shirt was still on the floor. I snatched it up and shoved half of it into the back of my jeans, letting it dangle out.
They exchanged heated looks before they both looked back at me and nodded.
Fuck, they were hot together. I smirked and moved to the door of the room as the blue and red flashing lights fully lit up the room through the window.
I gripped the handle, adrenaline already pumping through my veins as I looked between them, licking my lips.
Leo groaned and gripped his cock through his jeans.
“First to catch me gets to fuck me,” I told them with a wink.
With that, I sprinted out the door, heading for the stairs, heat thrumming through my veins.