15. Chapter 15 #3
We move along in the line, but our eye contact never breaks.
Flashes of the ghostface mask dance behind my vision, the lean and tall body of my masked stranger.
At some point I've stopped thinking of him as my stalker, but that first time we met outside of Grace's window, brings with it the intense adrenaline Miles is referring to. I think of the blindfold and tie, his body pressing me against the door, his spiced scent and the overwhelming fear that I’d let him do anything to me.
“Y-yeah.” I manage to choke out, my body suddenly overheating underneath all the layers and I'm pretty sure my dick is as solid as a rock.
No one will notice in the fairground lighting because it's past nine o'clock, darkness cushions the event, but the way Miles smirks at me, I feel his gaze scorching my nerves endings as he drags down my body.
He can't know and I'm being stupid, maybe guilty for still not wanting our relationship to be casual, but I'm saved when he turns away to pay for our ride admission.
We both ditch our empty wrappers in a bin next to the metal gate of the ride, before the worker guides Miles on first into a seat and I slide in next to him.
The bar comes down and quickly we're off, the seat swaying in the coastal breeze.
We both shift to snuggle against one another, but not even being able to see the entire festival site distracts me from thinking over his question.
We’re on the same wave length, because he turns his body to face me, swaying the bench a little and to my surprise he runs his hand up my chest. Never taking his eyes from mine, his long fingers tickle my throat before his hand wraps around my neck.
My breath hitches and like on command, a little moan spills from my lips.
“You like this?” He purrs, running his nose down the bridge of mine, softly touching my lips. “Is this ok?”
I nod frantically and his grip tightens just slightly more.
The friction on my throat is the right amount of pressure, I honestly think I could cum in my pants, untouched.
I don't recognise myself when I feel this overpowered, but everything other than us falls away and I understand his point.
There's nothing left but the adrenaline and the unknown.
“Fuck Baby, your pupils are dialating.” Dragging me forward by my throat, our lips crash together and I greedily suck on his tongue. “Fucccck.” Miles growls. “Use your words, tell me how this feels.” He presses his thumb testing against my pulse point, before easing back so I can gulp in air.
“So fucking good, I l-love it.”
“Would you want this sexual dynamic with me?”
I think of Yourghostboy, the lines blurring again as I imagine Miles taking from me like he does. I gave him basic trust, but thinking of how truly open I could be with the man currently nibbling on my lips makes me feel like desire is bleeding directly from my heart.
“Yes. Would you want it too?”
“Baby I’d let you do absolutely anything you wanted to me.”
We kiss more, barely feeling the motion of the wheel turning below us.
We hit the top and pause, his lips leaving mine but only to kiss along my jaw as he tightens his grip again.
I swallow against his palm and the sensation makes my toes curl, my skin flush, my brain ceases to work and I feel my underwear start to get wet with pre-cum.
The friction of my jeans against my cock is sending me wild, but what pushes me over the edge is when he grips me over my trousers.
Oh fuck. He’s going to make me cum in my pants.
“Tell me, Cassie Sweetheart, when I slide my dick into your tight little virgin ass, how long do you think it’ll take before you’re spraying down the sheets with cum?”
My full body tightens, back arching and I nearly float right off the bench. “M-miley I’m—fuck I’m coming. Fucccccck, Baby.”
Releasing my neck, he strokes his thumb over my Adam's apple, taking each one of my gasping breaths as he reverently kisses me.
He clamps down over my dick and I didn't even realise I'd been humping his hand. Never in my adult life did I think I’d come in my pants, so I drop my head into his shoulder and try to get my breathing under control.
His palm milks more cum out the tip, the last twitch of my body dragging out every last ounce of energy. If I wasn't sitting I'd collapse.
Lifting my heavy arms I wrap them around Miles’s neck, placing my entire trust in him keeping me sane right now.
Slight embarrassment starts to seep in, just like the cold mess in my underwear, but sensing the turmoil starting to happen, his finger dips under my chin and he lifts my face up enough to look at him.
“Hey, it's ok. That was the hottest thing I've ever seen.”
I blush and preen all at the same time, pressing my face back into his neck.
Chuckling softly, one arm wraps around my shoulder to support me into him and the other softly strokes my jaw.
“You're so fucking beautiful Cassie. Thank you.” I don't ask what for, so I just squeeze him tighter and feel the Ferris wheel resume taking us back down.
Images of what he promises to do to me floods my system, as well as a strange sadness that I don't understand.
I think of my ghostface stranger, and it's the bucket of ice I need to wake the fuck up.