Fourteen People Might See
Eris
T here was so much real, unfiltered fear radiating off of her I couldn’t hold out any longer.
Even now her breathing is ragged as all hell, and her heart is pounding so loud I know she hears it in her ears. “My little burrito loves being scared,” I taunt a little more, slowly spinning her around so I can lift this tempting ass skirt.
“That won’t change. What if someone comes?” she whispers, trying to close her legs. “We’re not the only ones here.”
“They’ll walk away,” I promise. “Plus we’ll hear them, and if we do, we’ll wrap it up and get out before they call security. Tell me you’ve never fantasized about being fucked where people might see you.”
I sure as hell have, and when she slowly opens those reluctant little legs, I stuff my fingers back inside her. “I have. All the time, actually. That dream I had that I wouldn’t tell you about? We were wearing masks and completely in public. I couldn’t stay quiet.”
God, just the visual has my cock throbbing and desperate to sink inside of her. “You want that, sweetheart? I’ll fulfill all your fantasies one day... I promise.”
Before she can respond, I start working myself out of my jeans, fingers returning to her dripping cunt the second I’m free.
She’s so damn wet I know more foreplay isn’t necessary, but nothing could stop me from wanting to make this woman squirm.
Her wild purple hair flies as she jerks her head to the left, responding to a sound just over the wall of corn. Yeah, there are people close. Yeah, they might hear us.
It’s not gonna stop me.
As their footsteps and laughs approach, I slip myself inside of her the second we’re only separated by corn. I know we’re taking a risk, but hearing their heavy breathing and excitement while my girl pants and clenches around me... I can’t find it in me to play it safe.
I don’t think I’d even mind it if someone saw, because as they walk on by, I find myself wishing just one of them would peek through the gaps to see who’s whimpering.
“Oh my god,” Rowyn hisses, tipping her head back as her lips part. “Eris...”
Fucking love when she moans my name, but because of where we are, I clasp my hand over her mouth to muffle her noises. “I got you, baby. Scream all you need now.”
She can’t. My hand is much bigger than her adorable little mouth, but if she screams, there’s absolutely no way people won’t hear.
The first snap of my hips has her releasing such an addicting noise, I do it again and again, my idea to fuck her slow and deep long gone as I think about where we are.
Yeah, the sun is down now, but that doesn’t mean we’re allowed to do this. It’s illegal, and yet I find myself feeling as alive as I did in that cemetery surrounded by the dead .
I’m pounding into her now, my hips making as much noise as she is, and I realize I’m not actually doing any better. I’m moaning as low as I can, but I’m far from quiet every single time she clenches around me.
The cool air does nothing to take the edge off as I pivot just enough that no one will see her if they round the corner. They’re closer now, I can tell.
I couldn’t care less if they see me fucking the hell out of her, but knowing they won’t see her body spurs me to keep going. “Come on, Rowyn. Come for me before everyone sees you speared on my cock. What if they start recording?”
A burst of hot air dusts across my fingers as she huffs like she doesn’t care, and I think it makes me fall a little harder. I’m pretty sure we were made for each other.
The thought alone has me thrusting a little harder, and when I pull a growly orgasm from her, I almost lose my shit right there.
I’m close, other people are close, but who’s going to win this race is up in the air .
My hand falls from her mouth so she can catch her breath, resting just a little lower around her throat. “Come inside me,” she says too loud, loud enough that I hear the other footsteps stop.
Her words and their hushed whispers have me groaning louder than I mean to, and when I let go and pump her full, I know for a fact someone is watching us.
I don’t even care.
The orgasm is so intense I struggle to regulate my breathing as my cock continues to pulse inside of her. “Baby,” I mumble into her hair, our bodies pinned together so we don’t waste a drop.
She kicks me out almost immediately and spins around, looking over my shoulder. “Put it away.”
“Nervous now?” I tease, shoving my still hard cock into my jeans as she fixes her skirt. “Get on my back so I can get us out of here.”
I turn around and bend so she can hop on, grinning a little wildly when I see another couple trying to hide like they weren’t watching.
Good. I hope they have a long talk about what they’re missing out on in life .
Rowyn’s unfiltered laughter as I get lost twice has me grinning by the time we find freedom, but as I walk us to the truck, I realize I don’t want this Halloween themed night to end. “Wanna grab some snacks here, go home and watch scary movies? They have caramel popcorn, caramel apples, just plain caramel if you want to suck it off a certain body part. Y’know, the good stuff.”
“That would be sticky,” she grumbles. “I’m into it.”
I was joking, but I like that she’s down for everything like I am.
We buy way more snacks than we need, like different fall themed popcorns and sweets, and as we drive home with the music playing I reach over to take her hand. “Today was really fucking fun, Rowyn. I think Ralph would approve.”
“I think he would too, but we can’t tell our child about our sex life. That’s weird.”
I laugh out loud, I can’t help it. “You’re right. We’ll leave those bits out so we don’t scar our child.”
Don’t think about making babies with her. Just don’t .
“Of course, you come inside of me so often we may have multiple children soon.”
That’s the comment it takes me to realize we never had the talk. It’s something we should have discussed before we ever hooked up, and I feel stupid as hell for never asking. “Wait, are you on birth control? Have I seriously never asked you that?”
“You haven’t asked, and no, I’m not.” She pops a piece of popcorn in her mouth. “I was ovulating, too.”
Well fuck.
I let myself daydream about it for a moment, and find myself grinning at the road ahead like an idiot.
Rowyn with morning sickness and cursing me for knocking her up.
Rowyn with a swollen belly knowing I’m the one who put the baby in her.
Rowyn in labor, once again cursing me and my audacity for even being a man.
Rowyn becoming a mother.
Rowyn becoming my wife.
Yeah, I’m definitely okay with this.
Most would say it’s too soon — hell, I would say it’s too soon if I was on the outside looking in — but sometimes you just fucking know. And this is just one thing I know. She’s the one.
Fuck timeframes and how people would view us. Fuck societal norms and the fact that my brothers would probably cut my balls off. Fuck everything that isn’t whatever the hell we want.
We’re happy, and isn’t that really the goal of all of this? Isn’t this why people date at all?
Bringing her hand up to my lips, I kiss her knuckles and glance over at her, finding her looking at me like I’m an alien.
“I was kidding. I’m on the shot.”
Multiple emotions bubble up inside of me at her words, and I’d be lying if I didn’t say one of them was relief. Yeah, I’d be just fine with it if she was pregnant, but I’m also not mad at waiting a little while.
The last few minutes of my life have been far too confusing, so I immediately try to play it off. “Duh. I knew that.”
“You are constantly surprising, Eris Shaw.”
“You are,” I toss back, zoning out again as I repeat her future name in my head a few times. Rowyn Shaw.
I think it sounds great .
It starts pouring down rain the moment we pull onto our street, making Rowyn grin wider. “If I didn’t know better, I’d say you planned this too.”
“You give me way too much credit and I like it.”
After I park, I lean in and kiss her deeply, the sound of falling rain and the dance of our tongues all we hear for a while, and after we get out of the truck we take a couple moments to play in the downpour.
We dance around Ralph like a bunch of nerds, and by the time we get all of our shit inside, we’re soaked to the bone. Neither of us mind though, because after a hot shower we get into Halloween pajamas and become one with the couch.
It’s time to cupcake the night away.