35. Colin
Colin
I pull the mask down on my face and watch as Mayson stiffens. Her hand tightens around the water bottle and I hear it crinkle as I wait to see if she’ll say anything. Tell me it’s a lie, that she isn’t using me. Tell me that what’s going on between us is real because I know it is.
But my team can’t think I’m being played. You’d think the show we put on in the hot tub would set them straight. Or maybe they should see me fuck her just once. That would be enough to prove it I’m sure.
But they’ll never see her like that. And she still hasn’t said anything. If she’s not going to say it, then her mouth can be busy doing other things. First, I’ll need to catch her.
As soon as I move, she takes off running. She could go anywhere; up to her room, or to mine where she could lock the door herself. But she doesn’t. She goes for the front door, and that just shows she really wants to play. So do I.
She races outside, and I follow, giving her a small chance to get away.
She can think she’ll be able to run and hide.
She won’t, but she can think it. I watch her head toward the trees, following a similar path from Halloween.
I was more covered that day, and tonight the winter air has hit.
The cold breeze assaulting my bare chest as I run only fuels me.
Once I’ve chased her past the tree line it gets darker than the lit street, and I utilize the sound of her footsteps crunching leaves as she runs. I watch her go behind a tree, and decide that this ends now.
“Baby deer,” I call out, stalking toward her slowly. “Are you ready to tell me?”
Leaves crunch under my shoes, but she doesn’t say anything. She also doesn’t run again. I hear her loud breathing as I get closer to the other side of the tree. I’m fully expecting her to run again, especially when a stick cracks under my foot less than a yard from where she’s hiding.
I move quickly, rounding the tree trunk, and caging her in against it. Even in the dark, her eyes blow wide as she starts to scream, but I clamp a hand over her mouth.
“You don’t want to do that,” I growl. “I’ll take my hand away, and it’s your last chance to tell me the truth before I force it out of you.”
I slide my hand away, slowly, pulling her bottom lip down as I do. Her chest is rising and falling rapidly as she struggles to catch her breath. She doesn’t scream again, but she also doesn’t start talking either.
I chuckle darkly, shaking my head. “On your knees.”
Her face scrunches, clearly not expecting that, but I don’t care what she’s expecting. This is what she deserves. I grab a fistful of her hair, and push her down to her knees, stepping closer so she’s trapped between me and the bark behind her.
“Take my cock out. If you’re not going to talk then you can choke.”
She grabs the waistband of my shorts, and I really expected more of a fight from her, but she pulls them down, freeing my dick from the confines as it bobs in front of her face.
Without a single moment of hesitation she’s wrapped her delicate hand around me, pumping.
I pull on her hair, yanking her toward me.
“Suck,” I demand.
Her jaw drops open, and she sticks her tongue out as I slide my cock onto it and into her mouth.
“Keep your eyes on me,” I demand, thrusting forward, burying myself in her throat. “Tap if it’s too much, and touch that needy little pussy of yours.”
She gags and tears form in her eyes, but they stay on me like the good fucking girl she can be for me.
She slides her hand into her shorts, doing as I say.
I groan, keeping my fingers buried in her hair as I fuck her mouth.
I expect her to tap, but she doesn’t. Her nails dig into my thighs, but eyes remain locked on mine.
The only part of my face she can see through the mask.
“You want to pretend like you don’t want this? Want to pretend that everything between us is fake?” I grind out. She moans around me, the vibration feels way too fucking good. My release is so close, but I fight it, pulling her off.
She gasps for breath, panting while drool dribbles out of her mouth, looking like the prettiest fucking mess.
And she’s not backing down. The tears that streaming down her cheek aren’t from sadness, her eyes are filled with so much need and fire, I tuck myself back into my pants and drop down to my knees in front of her.
Her eyebrows pull together and I pull the mask off, dropping it onto the ground so she can really see me.
“Tell me you’ve just been pretending this whole time.”
She closes her mouth, and I hear her teeth click together.
I grab her face, squeezing her cheeks together. “Tell me. ”
“I—” she struggles, and I let up on my grip to let her speak. “I lied.”
“Lied to who?” I narrow my eyes, feeling like she’s about to continue to lie to me.
“To my teammates,” she practically whispers.
“Because you like this. You want this, right?”
She nods.
“You want me?”
She nods again.
“Not some limp dick your mom wants to set you up with. Not because you’re here for the Rites. You want me?”
Mayson scoffs. “I mean I wouldn’t go that far, I still am only here because of the Ri?—”
I cut her off, scooping her up in my arms and tossing her over my shoulder while she protests. I land a sharp smack onto her ass. She doesn’t try to fight me too much as I carry her back to the house, and out of the cold.
Once we’re inside, I’m salivating for more of her, and I know I can’t wait to get her to my room. I drop her onto the kitchen counter, and she squeals when her ass hits the stone. I cage her in with my hands framing her hips.
“Since we’re coming clean, I’ll tell you everything too.” She shifts around, breaking our eye contact, but I don’t let her. Hooking my finger under her chin, I force her eyes up to mine. “But you’re not allowed to let it change anything.”
“That’s not how this works,” she argues.
“It is with us.”
She looks at me skeptically. “I have every right to be mad at you if I want.”
“Fine, you can be mad, but I’ll always make it better. So when I tell you that I spiked your drink that night the Rites started to get you here, you can be mad, but not for long. ”
“What?” she screeches, slapping me and trying to push me away.
“It’s not like I touched you or anything. I wanted you willing and able when that happened.” I pin her legs down with my hips, and grab her wrists, locking them behind her back. “Which you were.”
“You’re fucking deranged. Get away from me.”
“No, I’m not done with my truths yet.”
“I don’t give a shit to hear anymore from you.”
“Too bad, you’re going to.” I hold her in place as I continue. “I knew you were going to be mine the second I laid eyes on you, and I wasn’t going to stop until that was the case.”
She scoffs. “You have a weird way of showing it. I remember when you fucked my friend my senior year.”
“I wanted you to see. I wanted to see what you would do. I hoped you’d fight me. I’ve always loved your fight. I’ve loved everything about you.”
“You wouldn’t know love if it punched you in the nuts.”
“What makes you think that?” I tilt my head in question.
“Well, we can start with the fact I think you might be a psychopath.”
I shrug, waiting to see if she’ll continue.
“You don’t treat someone you claim to love the way you’ve treated me. You don’t drug them, hold them hostage, lock them in their room, chase them through the woods, or do half the shit you’ve done to me.”
“That’s where you’re wrong.” I lean closer, keeping her trapped with my body. “My love may not be the sweet romantic bullshit kind you see in movies or read about in books, but mine is real. It’s messy, chaotic, and yeah maybe a bit psychotic. But that doesn’t mean it’s not love.”
“Maybe I want the sweet romantic bullshit.”
I huff out a small laugh. “No you don’t. Because you’re meant for me, which means my type of love is exactly what you want. More than that, it’s the type of love you need. And I’m going to show you exactly how I know that’s the truth.”
I drop down to my knees, pulling her pants off quickly before throwing her legs over my shoulders and diving between them.
Because while she may not admit that she loves me yet, we both know that’s the case.
It’s only a matter of time, and until then I’ll have fun pulling everything else from her until she finally admits it.