“Damn, this is the hottest thing that’s ever happened to me,” he breathes, slapping his hand across my ass.
I squeal with delight, and slide my hands up my thighs, over my ass and spread myself open for him. “Yeah, well, it’s about to get a fuck of a lot hotter.”
He shifts closer, grazing his hardness over my wet lips, teasing me, driving me crazy with a wild aching need to be filled. I can’t wait any longer; I push my ass back against him, gliding over his big thick cock. I cry out; pain mixes with pleasure, as he stretches me out and fills me completely.
With a deep low moan, he reaches up and grabs the hair at the nape of my neck and twists it tightly in his fist. “You’re fucking perfect, you know that?” He tugs his hand until my neck is stretched back. Then, he leans over and kisses right below my ear, thrusting hard and deep inside me.
A warm tingling feeling coils in my clit and balloons up between my legs. “Oh God, I’m going to come. Don’t stop. Please,” I beg, loving the way the sensation slowly throbs and spreads like warmth inside me until it shatters into a hard explosive orgasm that shakes my legs and steals my breath away.
“Oh shit, that’s hot. That’s so fucking hot,” he breathes heavily, as I pulse around him. “Fuck, you come so hard. It feels so fucking good.”
He moves quicker, more urgently. Then, he slips out and presses against the opening of my ass.
“Can I come in your ass?” he asks, low. “I’m so close.”
Hell no. Hell fucking no. Not with that nuclear weapon of ass destruction.“Not my ass. I’m going to shit on your dick…”Holy crap, I’ve never been so crude.
“I don’t care. Shit on me.”
What? Ew. That’s so fucking gross. How the fuck do I get outta this?“Next time. We’ll use lube, and I won’t eat burritos for lunch.”
He chuckles and sinks back inside me with a low moan.
“I want you to come on my cock again,” he whispers, leaning over me and fanning hot breath into my ear. “That felt incredible.” His hand slips around the front of me and reaches between my legs. Warm wet fingertips pinch tightly over my clit, and I’m instantly there again, crying out for him to fuck me harder. He does too. He grips me tighter, and pounds into me mercilessly until his cock is bucking and twitching deep inside me, with him grunting in my ear. “I’m coming. Fuck, I’m coming.”
He stills, holding me tight against his chest for a moment, panting heavily. After a few moments, he slowly eases himself out of me and presses his forehead into the back of my shoulder. The heat of his breath tickles through the material of my dress. “That was insane,” he whispers. “I’ve never come that hard before.”
The loss of him inside me is somehow devastating—I feel hollow and exhausted.
Still breathing heavily, he zips up and kicks at the full condom he dropped on the floor, until it’s jammed into the corner of the booth. I step back, my body still trembling, but sated like I’ve never felt before.
“That was honestly the hottest fuck I’ve ever had,” he says, his half-hidden eyes darting back and forth between mine.
We fix ourselves quickly, giggling, and step outside the small booth to a strange sudden silence. Everyone sits frozen, all eyes and heads turned toward us. Behind them in the front of the room, which I hadn’t seen before, are two large screens, each one somehow playing loops of explicit photos.
The devil and his gothic-clad mistress.
Immediately, a sharp, painful fire stabs across my chest and nausea rolls like a churning sea in my abdomen.How could no one have told us what happened in the booths would be projected up onto the screens?A raw naked feeling of filth and utter shame crawls like slime through my body. Right before I run and curl myself up into a fetal position on a heavily-trafficked street, Heath reaches out and grasps my hand.
He’s not ashamed. He’s not embarrassed at all. Why should he be, wait, why should I be? I smile to myself and stand straighter. Nobody knows who either of us is! The only one who knows our costumes is the person who purchased them all.
“Jane?” someone dressed like a sexy robot whispers. “I’m so happy you took my advice!”
Oh shit.
“J-Jane?” the man I just met biblically stammers, peeling off his mask. Dex’s face stares back at me. “I thought you were Julia!”
Oh my God, I was going to have to boil my vagina!“I thought you were Heath!” I choke, swallowing back vomit.
“Someone needs to stop the live feed of pictures to our website!” someone in the back of the room calls as everyone else pushes back their chairs, stands up, and starts to applaud us.
Except for Nate who sits dumbstruck, mask in hand, watching the video beside an iridescent angel who could only be Julia and who laughs a little too much for being my best friend.
Chapter 11
Istill hear the cheers and applause of everyone in the ballroom as I stumble into the grand foyer on wobbly legs. I’m lightheaded and my chest is so tight I can hardly take in enough air.
This can’t be happening to me. I could pretend I never showed up tonight. I could swear in front of everyone it wasn’t me in there. I could say someone stole the costume, or I traded it with someone and I made a pact with the person I would never tell who they were. I just had sex with the Neanderthal, Dex. I’m thinking what I really should do is get home, knot up some rope, and kick a chair out from under me.
