Bite the Krampus
TW: Age gap, masked man, sexual content, public setting.
BELLA
“Come on, how long are you planning to sulk over this nonsense?” Bree, my best friend since forever, pulls at my hand just as we enter the club.
I roll my eyes at the question. It’s not like she’s asked me the same thing a million times already, right?
I’m allowed to sulk, damn it. I’m literally facing a crisis in my life and she’s acting like it’s no big deal.
“Get off my case, Bree. Let me be a sour candy for an hour, or at least, until I get enough alcohol in my system to forget this bullshit,” I groan and look around, scanning the awesome masks everyone’s wearing.
“Stop,” she insists and turns to face me. “You’re literally the belle of the ball tonight, just look at yourself. Honey, you’re a catch, any guy would be lucky to have you. Just because one—”
I cut her off with a nasty glare. “Exactly, one. The one I wanted, the one I dreamed about, the one I’ll never have.”
“I know it sucks, but life doesn’t stop because of one man,” she insists with a weak smile, clearly trying to lift my spirit.
I appreciate her. I really do, but even her assurance of making me feel better doesn’t help much.
It’s not Bree’s fault, it’s mine.
I’m stuck on a man I shouldn’t be stuck on, the one guy on this planet I’m not supposed to want, no matter how much I want him.
“Seriously, it’s just one guy. Find someone else and just fuck him out of your system with a little help tonight,” she winks at me.
It’s easy for Bree to say. She has an awesome boyfriend, they’ve been together for years now, while I’m always tagging along as the only single friend in our friend group.
On top of that, the most depressing part of this mess is that the man I’m stuck on is the very man who’s planning to marry my mother in a couple of months.
That’s right, I pulled the most awesome card a woman can pull—I went and caught feelings for my stepfather-to-be.
But damn it, I can’t help it. Stefano is so damn fine. Sure, he’s like, what, eighteen years older than me, but he’s in amazing shape and his personality is what I’ve always looked for in a man.
It’s a pity my mother met him and snatched him first. But then again, I can’t blame her. I, too, would snatch that man and hold onto him with all my might if I had a chance.
While I wallow in self-pity, stuck in my thoughts, Bree drags me through the crowd, towards the bar.
She orders a couple of shots for us, assuring me they’ll help me relax, so I just down them without thinking.
“Do you want to dance?” She asks, leaning closer to my face so I can hear her over the music.
I shake my head as soon as she pulls away and lean closer to answer, “not now, I need to use the bathroom. Maybe I’ll sneak out for a bit to have a smoke. Go find Jack and have fun, I’ll find you once I’m ready to let loose.”
“You sure?” She asks and I love her for the worry that’s lacing her words.
“Absolutely,” I assure her. “Go, have fun, I’ll be back before you notice it.”
Bree quickly pulls me into a tight hug, presses a kiss to my cheek and leaves me at the bar alone.
I stay around the area until she disappears into the crowd and only then do I move towards the halls that lead to the bathrooms.
As silly as it sounds, the bathrooms are the main reason why we keep returning to this club. Every room is designed to be used by one person at the time, so there’s no unnecessary overcrowding situations or arguments about who gets to take the stall first.
Once one of the bathrooms opens and a girl slips out, flashing me a quick smile, I grip the door handle and walk in.
Just as I’m about to pull the door closed and lock it, a large hand grabs it and stops me.
Right after me, a large man slips into the bathroom. He’s wearing a creepy Krampus mask, so I have no idea what he looks like.
My eyes follow his movements as he locks the bathroom door and turns to me. “I knew I’d find you again,” he says and stalks closer to me.
I take a step back with every step he takes closer until my ass hits the sink and he traps me against it, his muscular arms caging me in.
While I can’t see his face, I’ve heard that voice before at least once. I lick my lips and tilt my head to look up, taking in the scary mask as I whisper, “you.”
His hands move to grab my hips and a sound that resembles a growl leaves his throat.
“You really thought you could just disappear on me after that night, hmm?” He asks and brings one of his hands to my breast, tracing his fingertips over the delicate lace over my breasts, “I’ve been searching for you everywhere,” he adds and drops his voice to a whisper, “now, I’ve found you. ”
I let out a shuddering breath, trying to stay calm, but struggling with the simple task.
Having him this close to me, our bodies pressed against each other, I’m starting to forget how to breathe.
I can’t tell for sure, but I’m almost certain the man behind the mask is one of many one night stands I’ve had in the past couple of months, all of which were supposed to help me get over Stefano and failed spectacularly.
My breath catches in my throat as he presses his lower body against mine even more, making it very evident how hard he is.
“I can’t stop thinking about fucking you again,” he admits, voice rough and strained. “Those moans still echo in my head every night.”
I bite my bottom lip to stay quiet while my body betrays me and the next thing I know, I’m shamelessly grinding against a stranger whose face I don’t remember.
A guttural groan escapes his throat as his hand on my hip grabs me tighter and the one on my breast freezes. “Do you have any idea how many times I jerked off thinking about your tight little pussy?” He hisses and leans closer to whisper, “Every. Fucking. Night.”
A soft moan escapes my lips and I make the split-second decision to lie to this man. Bree said I should find someone to try to fuck Stefano out of my system and this stranger is giving me the perfect solution.
“You have no idea how many times I touched myself while thinking about your cock,” I answer shamelessly, hoping my voice sounds convincing enough for him to buy the words.
“Fucking hell,” he hisses and guides his hands behind me to grab my ass roughly. “You’re telling me you’re enjoying thinking about my cock, baby?” He asks and presses his erection against me again. “You like thinking about how good it feels inside you?”
Without thinking too much, I wrap my arms around his neck and whisper, “I do.”
With a growl, he lifts me into the sink and spreads my legs to stand between them. His hands slide from my ass and down my legs, then slowly back up my legs while he slowly pushes my dress higher.
“Then why the fuck you didn’t come find me?” He demands roughly, stopping his hands on my thighs and gripping them painfully.
I smirk and tilt my head. “Because what we had was supposed to be a one time thing, remember? Didn’t think you’d want seconds.”
“Seconds?” He repeats and pulls back a little. “Baby, I’d fucking kill for seconds. Thirds. Fourths. I’d fuck you every day if you’d let me.”
The desperation behind his words makes me smile. This is good, this is awesome, there’s someone who wants me so desperately that he’s not afraid of showing and voicing it.
“Is that so?” I ask and look down at his erection, straining against the zipper of his jeans, mainly to tease him just a little more and check his reaction.
He looks down to where I’m looking, then pulls back his hands and unbuckles his belt slowly. “Mhmm,” he hums and pulls out his hard cock, then wraps his hand around it and starts stroking himself. “Is this proof enough for you? I’m hard as fucking steel for you right now.”
Without thinking, I reach down and place my hand next to his, wrapping it around his cock too.
His head falls back and a deep moan slips from his lips. “Fuck, yes,” he hisses and gently thrusts into my palm. “This is what you do to me. This is what you’ve been doing to me for months.”
Suddenly, his hand covers mine and he starts pumping his cock faster, using my hand for his pleasure. “Need to be inside you,” he hisses but makes no move to pull my hand back. “Need it now.”
Just as suddenly as he placed his hand over mine, he pulls it back, almost ripping my hand from his cock.
A surprised yelp leaves me as his hands work on pushing the skirt of my dress up and then pulling my panties to the side.
Before I fully register what’s happening, he slams inside me, making me cry out both in surprise and pleasure. He instantly slaps his hand over my mouth to silence me, “shh, baby, be quiet, we don’t want to be caught fucking in public, do we?”
This man, whoever the hell he really is, has patience at all. The moment he’s fully inside me, he pulls back almost all the way and then slams back inside me.
Once he finds his rythm, he fucks me like he’s truly been fantasizing about it for months. He’s not gentle or soft, he’s downright aggressive.
Just as I feel the orgasm nearing, his hand presses against my mouth harder and he picks up the pace.
Every thrust is hard and fast, the bathroom fills with the sound of skin slapping against skin and my muffled moans, along with his occasional grunts and groans.
My orgasm is so sudden and powerful that it absolutely blindsides me. My nails dig into his back and I bite down on his hand to keep quiet.
“Fuck, baby, yes,” he grunts and slams inside me a few more times until he stills completely and groans loudly.
He stays buried inside me for a long moment, his hips still moving shallowly while his cock twitches inside me.
Only when it softens completely does he pull out with another groan.
I lean my back against the mirror, trying to catch my breath after the quickest and most intense fuck I’ve had in my life.
Maybe Bree was right, maybe I really needed to fuck Stefano out of my system and this mystery guy is the exact cure I need for it.
A slow smile spreads across my lips as I finally see the light at the end of the tunnel.
Until I don’t, because my mystery man tucks himself back into his pants and removes his mask, mumbling, “fuck, baby, you wore me out. I’m sweating like a pig.”
As he runs his fingers through his hair and turns to face me, my smile fades just as quick as his does.
Stefano.
I just let my stepfather fuck me in a public bathroom.