“That’s it?” Jonathan asks, his tone sharp with irritation.
“Fuck it, I’m getting this over with and I’m going in,” Griffin declares, his voice brimming with impatience. “See you all onthe other side.” He strides toward the hanging mannequins and disappears into the darkness behind them. Tessa, Jonathan, and Marissa follow slowly behind, shoulders slumped, feet dragging.
Hayes turns to me, smiling. “Come on, you ready?”
I nod, but the truth is, I’m not. Every instinct is screaming at me to turn around, grab my bag from Everwood, and head to the nearest chain hotel. A night of filthy sex with Hayes would be far preferable to whatever horrors this place has in store. But I push the thought away. It will be easier to just get it over with. “Yeah, let’s do it,” I say, trying to keep my voice firm.
He gently pushes a mannequin aside, making a path for us through the hanging bodies. We weave our way through, the weird rubbery material brushing against us like cold, dead hands.
It’s much darker on the other side.
A sickly yellow light barely illuminates the long room ahead. Little alcoves line the walls, each a potential hiding spot or trap. Shadows shift and dance, making it hard to move forward. There are half a dozen doors scattered along the hallway, each one slightly ajar, creaking with an ominous promise of what lies beyond.
“I wish we could skip this and go back to your room,” I mumble.
Hayes squeezes my hand reassuringly. “Come on, I have an idea,” he whispers.
I follow cautiously, I don’t want to fall. Hayes pulls me into a small, private nook hidden from view, a little alcove just big enough for the two of us. Without a word, he tilts my chin up and kisses me, his lips demanding and insistent. Dear Lord, he has perfect lips. My fingers grasp onto his shirt, and I can’t help the eager moan that escapes past my lips when his tongue tangles with mine.
Instantly I’m ravenous. More desperate than I was before. My body aches with need. I don’t want to stop again. I need,I needto feel a release.
He tugs his mouth away, warm breath against my lips. “I want to fuck you right here.”
“Right here,” I gasp, and my entire body ignites on fire.Yes, oh God, yes.
“My cock is so fucking hard right now. I can’t think straight. I need inside you,” he demands breathlessly.
I slip my hand inside the waist of his jeans, wrapping my hands around his shaft. He’s so thick and long, with a tip wet with precum.
“Give me that pussy,” he growls. He drops his hands to the button of my jeans, and jerks them open. My hand squeezes his cock as he tugs my pants down over my hips, and his breathing gets faster.
“Tell me you want this,” he says, nipping at my lips.
“Oh, I want this,” I say eagerly, pulling one leg out of my pants. “I want you to fuck me so bad right now, I don’t care if someone sees.”
He tugs his jeans and briefs down his thighs, his cock throbbing in my fist. “We’ll let them watch.”
I moan softly, thrilled by his bold words. The thought of being taken right here, where anyone could stumble upon us, sends a shiver of excitement down my spine. “Fuck me, Hayes. I want…I need you to fuck me.”
He leans down, wrapping his arms under my ass and hoists me up onto the small ledge of the alcove. I gasp, letting go of his cock to grasp onto the edges to catch myself from falling.
“I got you,” he grunts, spreading my legs apart. Cool air hits my skin, sending goose bumps down my arm. Even though it’s dark, I’m on full view if anyone walks past us, the thought sends a pulse a pleasure through my core.
"You're dripping wet for me," he rasps, trailing a finger over my flesh. I whimper and arch back against the wall. "Such a naughty girl, getting turned on where someone might see."
"I can't help myself around you," I pant.
“Yeah? Do you have any idea what you do to me? What you’ve done to me for years?”
I whimper as his fingers play with me.
“I thought about you when I masturbated,” he rumbles, “but I never imagined you would feel this fucking good.” He notches the broad head of his cock at my entrance, rubs it over the slick opening. The heaviness of his cock presses against me, its warmth and silkiness making my legs tremble. With one powerful snap of his hips, he sheaths himself inside me, forcing the breath from my lungs.
Oh, God, yes.
"Fuck, you're gonna make me come already," he pants against my neck.
His cock stretches me in the most delicious way, and a bead of pleasure already starts to build. I slap my hands over my mouth to keep quiet as he begins to move, pounding into me.
