Five The Mausoleum
U nfortunately, this haunted house wasn’t anything like I remember it. I’m not sure if it’s under new management or if I’m just older and less afraid now, but I found myself faking my fear more often than not just to keep Eris close.
But god, was it worth it. I’m still breathless and pumping adrenaline when we leave thanks to him, and the moment we get back to the truck, I’m ready to rip his clothes off and ride him in the bed.
Too bad I’m a lady.
“This was really fun,” I say honestly. “And you were right about the food and the duckpin bowling. Thank you. ”
Biting his lip, Eris looks almost nervous as his eyes travel my frame. “You want to go have some more fun?”
I want to go back to my house and fuck his brains out, but I’m too curious what he has in mind. I also feel a little bad that I still haven’t really changed my mind — I’m not interested in dating. But maybe if I give him a good enough date, he’ll let the one night stand thing slide.
“What did you have in mind?”
“You’ll see.”
Putting the car in reverse, he tosses an arm over my seat to turn as he backs out, then presses the gas a little too enthusiastically.
I take the opportunity to glance down at his lap and notice the teasing bulge in his jeans. It’s not a full-on boner to give me a hint of his size, but there’s no mistaking he’s a little excited to be taking me wherever the hell we’re going.
So I guess that means I’m excited, too.
“How far away?”
“Gonna head back closer to home, probably about ten minutes from your house.”
He gives me that flirty ass smile again, making me squirm in my seat .
I distract myself with more games, Reese’s, peach rings, and about half that bottle of water, but nothing seems to take the edge off. There’s tension in the air between us — every time he reaches to take my hand, grips my thigh, or even looks at me, I swear I get a little wetter. All rules aside, I need to fuck this man or I might go insane.
Once we’re back in town, I pay attention to the turns he’s taking to figure out where we’re going. Every time I think I have an idea, he proves me wrong. We’re heading to the outskirts now where there isn’t anything but abandoned churches and farm houses, so I’m truly lost right up until he stops the truck.
At the entrance to a graveyard.
“That haunted house didn’t scare you at all, but here...” he points at the gate and turns toward me slightly. “I think we can remedy that.”
So this is where he’s gonna kill me, then. Fitting.
Swallowing, I wrap my hand tightly around my seat belt. “Can you explain a little bit?”
“We got interrupted back there and I want to finish it. But I thought we could add a little hunting into the mix first so I can work for my prize. All you have to say is no and we’ll leave right now, but if you’re down to try something with me... I’d like to chase you through this cemetery before I fuck the hell out of you. Are you gonna run?”
I’ve never done anything like this and he’s a complete stranger to me. The fear will be real, I think. And this is also seriously dangerous. But if he wants to kill me, he’s gonna kill me either way.
I might as well have fun first.
Popping my seat belt, I wink at him then open my door and try to slide out, falling straight to the ground and ripping the knees out of my tights. It’s enough to make my heart rate spike. His door slams as I scramble to my feet and race to the gate to open it, barely squeezing through before I feel his fingertips against my back.
Faster, Rowyn. Faster.
Hide.
His laugh slowly fades away as I duck behind a giant headstone, but I keep moving until all I hear is the crunch of leaves under my boots and the pounding of my own heart .
“Marco,” he calls tauntingly, sending a chill up my spine that has nothing to do with the cool night air.
How far will he take this?
How far will I?
“Go away!” I yell, half so he’ll know where to look and half so he’ll actually listen. Maybe we should’ve picked a safe word first.
I take off again when I hear him coming closer, darting past a huge cedar tree all the way around a mausoleum and then ducking inside of it, hoping he didn’t see me.
But now I’m trapped with a huge stone coffin and there’s a shadow approaching the opening. The damned door didn’t shut all the way.
“There you are.” His voice is deeper in this setting, menacing almost as he closes the distance between us, and this time when I glance down I see a much bigger tent in the front of his jeans.
Chasing me turned him on as much as it did me, and now it’s time to find out the truth. Is he just sinfully hot, or the one who will end my life?
“Eris, please,” I rush out, backing up until my knees hit the coffin. “Please. ”
“Please,” he repeats slowly, like he’s saying the word just so he can taste it. “Please what?”
His head tilts, and I know this is my chance to ask him to take me home. I can end this. I should end this.
“Please fuck me.”
My words snap something in him. I see a wild glint in his eyes as he lunges for me with a growl, his hand grabbing my throat hard enough to knock the air out of me.
But instead of pain all I feel is pleasure as his mouth crashes into mine. I can still taste the chocolate on his tongue as he slides it into my mouth, hands working furiously to rid me of my leather jacket and jean shorts. Pushing me back onto the coffin, he slides them off me and immediately drops down to bite my pussy through my fishnets.
Holy shit, I don’t care if he kills me. As I hook my legs around him, he rips my fishnets and pushes my panties to the side.
His sinful tongue is on me in seconds, swiping up with a moan I feel straight up my cunt before he devours me whole in a goddamn graveyard.
When his fingers join in and curl up toward my g-spot, I scream his name. Only the dead can hear me here, and I don’t think they care.
“Fuck, please don’t stop. H-Harder.”
He listens, green eyes flicking up to watch my face as I near the edge, and when he sucks my clit between his lips, I grip his hair and come all over his face.
“Fuck yeah,” he groans, lapping up my juices like he’s far from done with me, and when he sits up straighter and begins working on his jeans, I drop to my knees.
It’s my turn.
I get impatient waiting for him and take over, pulling his cock out and sucking him in — well, part of him, anyway. God, he’s big.
Thick too, and I can feel the veins on my lips as I try to take a little more. “Rowyn,” he breathes, cock jerking hard against my tongue as one of his hands finds home on top of my head. “More.”
Eris trusts in further with a snap of his hips, making me gag. I can fucking do this. Relaxing my throat, I tip my head a little bit and feel him shove into my throat.
His fingers tighten in my hair to hold me there, cutting off my airway completely so he can stay there, and just as I begin to worry he might actually kill me he pulls out with a groan and lifts me up by my arms. “I need to fuck you.”
My ass hits the rough stone of the coffin as he sets me down and pushes my legs apart, playing with me for a moment to make sure I’m still wet. Like there’s a chance in hell I wouldn’t be.
I watch him hesitate for a brief moment when his eyes meet mine, and when he finds no protest written on my face, he closes the distance in one step and pushes his cock inside of me.
Raw.
Shit, maybe I shouldn’t have done that. Gasping, my pussy clenches around him, but it feels so good I can’t tell him to pull out.
I never make bad decisions like this. I’m entitled to one, right?
It’s apparent Eris is a moaner the second he bottoms out. He isn’t shy to make noise and let me hear what I’m doing to him, so when he mutters out, “Scream for me,” I’m happy to oblige.
Especially when he takes it upon himself to pull out and slam right back in.
The sound echoes off the walls and back at us, drowning out the wet sound of my pussy trying to keep him inside me. My legs lock together behind his back as I pull him into another searing kiss, whimpering when he finds the perfect fucking speed and strength to ruin me.
Eris moans into my mouth as his fingers dig into my hips, and then he moves down to suck a mark on my throat.
When his teeth sink into my skin, it unravels me again. This orgasm is longer, stronger, makes my legs shake as I brace my arms behind me on the stone. I’d feel sorry for the poor bastard inside this coffin, but it’s probably the most fun he’s had in years.
“Scream louder for me, baby. Let the dead hear how good I fuck you.” Eris leans in to kiss me, but stops just shy to tease me with his soft lips, hips still slamming into me in a way that tells me he’s nearing the edge.
As his hand slips under my hoodie and into my bra, my heart skips a beat. He growls when he feels the piercing splitting my nipple, and when he tugs on it with a huge grin, I swear I see fucking stars. “Goddamn, Rowyn. You’re so fucking hot! Shit, I’m gonna come.”
I don’t have time to tell him to pull out. I feel his cock pulse right before he slams deep inside me, and a loud groan leaves him when he pins our bodies together. I feel every single throb as he floods my pussy.
Fuck, I think I like that a little too much. I kiss him softly this time, trailing from his lips to his ear as I pull his face to my neck and try to catch my breath. “Hi,” I huff with a smile. “I’m Rowyn Brito. Nice to meet you, Eris...?”
He chuckles. “Nice to meet you too, beautiful. Did you just say Burrito?”
“No, I said Brito. B-R-I-T-O. I’m not food.”
“I beg to differ,” he teases. “I already want to eat you more. I’m Eris Shaw by the way, and I fucking love burritos.”
It makes me grin, I can’t help it. “They do sound almost exactly the same, don’t they?”
“Mmhm. And I’ll eat the fuck out of both any time of day.” His cock throbs like it’s agreeing with him, reminding me that he’s still inside of me. “Did you like our game?”
I feel like I just ran a marathon, but I also feel more satisfied right now than I ever have. “I did, yeah. Turns out sex in a graveyard is better than a haunted house. ”
“I agree. Maybe keep this one out of your bio though so it’s just ours.” When he finally pulls out of me, he does it painfully slowly. Green eyes stay locked with mine until we’re separated, and I can see it all over his face that he wants to shove right back inside me. “I meant to pull out,” he admits. “I just couldn’t.”
Couldn’t, like it was too good to stop. It settles in my chest in the best way.
“Funny, I meant to tell you to pull out but my mouth wouldn’t work. I guess that makes us both guilty.”
Grinning, he leans in and kisses my lips again as he fixes my panties, then slaps down right on my soaked center. “All messy for me, Rowyn.”
“Yeah, it’s about to be an uncomfortable drive home. I’m glad we’re close.”
“See, I thought ahead.” Once my shorts are on, he spins around and pats his back. “Hop on.”
I don't hesitate to use the dead guy’s tomb to give me a leg up and climb him like a tree. “A fun date, amazing sex, and a piggyback ride? You lied to me earlier. You’ve had a girlfriend before. ”
“Nope,” he replies with a chuckle. “I read a how-to manual. I’ll be sure to leave it a five star review.”
I bite his ear playfully and let him help me back into the truck with a huge smile on my face. I’m not sure what I really expected tonight would be like, but I’d have been wrong no matter what.
It’s been so much better.