Four Damn Fishnets
Eris
D uckpin bowling is as ridiculous as it sounds, but it turns out to be a lot of fun. Something tells me that has more to do with my current company than it does the game, but either way, we both walk out of that place laughing at how ridiculous we looked trying to bowl with those tiny balls. We talked about high school, teased each other about the shit we were into, and which soda is superior.
The only hiccup we had at all was purely on my side when I got annoyed at the people bowling next to us. I saw them checking out her ass way too many times. Seeing as tonight was mine, those dicks needed to look away or I was about to make a scene and ruin my date with Rowyn. To avoid that, I made sure to position myself and block their view of her every time it was her turn, and after a while, I forgot they were there at all.
I can’t stop staring at how fucking good she looks. Every fucking smile has my fingers itching to reach out and grab her, but something tells me I have to play all my cards right with this woman.
Those fucking fishnets though.
When we’re about five minutes out from where she truly wants to go, I glance over and find her looking a little more excited at the prospect of finally getting what she’s been asking for. I’m glad none of those other Tinder guys gave her what she wanted, because if they had, I wouldn’t have had the opportunity to see the look on her face right now. It’s stunning. “Have you been here before?”
“It’s been a couple of years, but it was amazing last time. You said you’ve never been, right?”
Her blue eyes are lit up like the night sky and it takes me a second to realize she just asked me a question. I honestly completely forgot I was even driving. Who gave me a license?
“No, I haven’t. I’ve been to one that was on a farm, but never this one. Are you a screamer?”
Please be a screamer. Haunted house or not, I need to hear her screams tonight.
“I try not to be because most people find it really annoying, but sometimes I can’t help it,” she says sheepishly. “So... maybe.”
“Scream all you need for me.” Wait, that came out exactly how I meant it to. Oops.
Instead of taking it back, I just toss her a grin as I pull into the creepy parking lot and stare up at the giant stone building. It looks like a castle, but the strobe lights flashing off the walls look pretty cheesy. She seems to think so too, because I see confusion flash briefly across her face before she goes right back to being excited.
I splurged for fast passes so we don’t have to stand in line, though now I’m regretting it. I almost consider saying I lost them just to spend more time with her, but I think I’ve stretched this date out just about as long as she’ll let me .
At least for now. Something tells me this date won’t be over once we’re through here, and maybe that something is me. She may not be looking to date, but I’m a persistent motherfucker with no sense of personal space, so she’s gonna have to tell me to fuck off if that’s what she wants.
The second she said she’s never had a boyfriend, I wanted to be the exception. I don’t even know why.
Fucking fishnets.
The first room is exactly what you expect from an old, rotted prison. The flashes of a strobe light every few seconds are the only light source we have, making Rowyn move closer to me just like I hoped she would.
“Where is everyone?” she asks quietly, wrapping her hand around my bicep. “This is w— oh shit!”
A clown with a chainsaw comes running at her, making her yelp as she plasters herself against me.
Jump scares always make me grin, I don’t know why, but feeling her body against mine and being able to smell her hair without being a creep has that dumb smile glued to my face .
She’s clinging to me — a man she just met — for comfort, and I have to admit I like it.
The clown releases a menacing laugh, his chainsaw revving in our direction as we squeeze past him, and then before she can even breathe in relief, some creepy little shit runs over on all fours growling at us like he’s rabid.
We’re separated for a moment as she skirts around him the other direction, but when she runs back to me, she reaches down and grabs my hand.
I don’t know what my face does, but it makes her drop it pretty quickly.
I’m stunned, staring down at my hand and wondering why she grabbed it so naturally, and more importantly why the fuck she let it go. I’ve never held hands with a girl before, and now my palm feels colder for some strange reason. I don’t know why I want to, but I really want to hold her hand now. Fuck it.
I grab it back and interlace our fingers together for good measure, then tug her along into the next room like this isn’t something I know just gave her butterflies. Those little shits are flapping around in my stomach too, and I need them to either stop or go back to her side.
As we get deeper, she jumps a little higher, screams a little louder — but I don’t know if I buy it anymore. This shit is cheesy as hell with animatronics that don’t move quite right, bright colored spider webs, and actors who clearly don’t want to be here.
Some of her flinches even seem delayed, and I just know it’s her trying hard to make the best of something that’s clearly letting her down.
I refuse to let this be what she remembers of this place. We make it to a dark hallway with fake blood splattered everywhere and broken cell doors, and when I realize how alone we are, I take the opportunity to pull her against me again. This time, I guide my hand down her side until I’m gripping her hip.
“Eris,” she gasps, flattening her hand over mine, but not stopping me. “What are you doing?”
I don’t know, but I can’t admit that. “Can’t help myself. You wore the damn fishnets.”
I curl them a little tighter and bring my other hand into play, using this one to ghost my rough fingertips along her cheek and chin, seeing where the line is here and if she’s down to cross it.
Judging by the way she tips her head back and becomes putty in my hands, I’d say she is.
I slide my hand down a little further to feel her slender throat, the other one moving to splay along her stomach and toy with the hem of her fishnets as she meets my gaze with hooded eyes. I’ve got her right where I want her, and it takes everything not to kiss her. “Your heartbeat is faster now, Rowyn.”
Not because of any haunted house or prison. Because of me.
“Don’t stop,” she whispers, rocking up on her toes so my hand dips a little deeper. “Eris...”
Fuck.
Blood rushes down to my favorite body part, and when I press the swell of it against her harder, I know she feels what she’s doing to me too.
To tease, I walk us forward to the next room, letting the adrenaline flow through us as some masked nobody chases us into another secluded space, and when her heavy pants surround me, I can’t hold back anymore. I need to feel if she’s wet for me.
I press her against the wall and pop the button on her shorts, staring down at her hungrily as she frantically looks around. Slender hands curl around my arms as she holds onto me, but the slightest hesitation on my part has her locking eyes with me again.
Yeah, she’s on board with this.
I bet she’s fucking soaked.
When my hand finally slips into her panties, we both moan, her at the sensation of my fingers on her clit, and me at the fact that she’s so wet they slip right past it and nearly dip inside of her. “Damn, beautiful. Does being scared turn you on?” I rub her swollen clit before she can respond, my cock twitching in a demand I ignore.
“Yes, and so do you.” She leans in like she’s about to kiss me, but a group of other customers come around the corner and ruin our moment. Maybe it’s a good thing, because for a moment I was considering shoving these shorts down just so I could stick my cock inside of her to know what it feels like. I wasn’t even going to fuck her yet, I just want my dick inside of her.
One of the guys chuckles like he knows what we’re doing, and I keep my eyes on him challengingly until he looks away and shuts his mouth. As I watch them go, I pull my hand out and button her bottoms back up even though it pains me, then grip her chin so she can’t look away as I suck them clean.
“Do I taste good, baby?” she asks, smiling slyly as she flicks her tongue out to lick her bottom lip. “You gonna share?”
I don’t hesitate to slip those same fingers into her mouth, watching her closely as she sucks my saliva and what remains of her juices off like a pro. It takes all of my self restraint not to shove her down on her knees and give her something else to taste, but I’m momentarily stunned by the hint of submission I see in her eyes as she sucks my fingers in the middle of a haunted prison. I think I just fell in love. “You taste delicious, Rowyn. I can’t wait to taste you more when we get out of here.” I lean in close and whisper a promise into her ear. “Straight from the source next time. ”
I want to kiss her, but I also know I won’t be able to stop there. Not right now.
Plus, I’ve got a better idea to get her heart pumping for me, and this time nothing is going to muffle those screams.
I just hope she’s ready.