“Sure, we can do that,” she says. Quinn shuffles around until she’s lying on her side, then looks back at me. “The activity requires both of us to participate, though.”
Shit, she’s right. I’m just sitting here watching her. It’s what I’m used to doing. I’m not accustomed to participation where she’s involved.
I recline on my side and try not to think of the way the lime-green hood smashes my nose against my face. At least she can’t see me. No, she can’t see me...but she can feel me. As her ass eases toward my lap, I scoot my hips away from her.
“Oh, come on,” she titters. “I don’t bite. Not with that end, at least.”
She takes my arm and bands it around her waist, then rams her soft ass against my stiff dick. I close my eyes and suck in a deep breath, but it doesn’t help. My lungs fill with the toasted-vanilla scent that is so uniquely hers. Her hand takes mine and raises my eager fingertips to her chest, and against my better judgment, I let it happen.
“See?” she whispers. “This feels good.”
Fuck, fuck, fuck. It does.
I damn near whimper when a moan eases out of her. My fingers aren’t moving over her nipple, but they don’t need to. She’s forcing them over that tight bud, squeezing and pinchingand teaching me the pressure she needs. She wants me to take over and give it to her myself. I want that too.
But I can’t do it.
I pull my hand away and place it on her hip. This isn’t right. Even aside from her being the primary, everything about this is wrong. If she knew it was me, she wouldn’t want my hands all over her, and continuing to touch her like this feels dirty in a way I can’t abide.
Quinn sighs and rolls over to face me. Her hand goes toward the suit’s hood, and I pull back.
“Relax,” she says with a playful roll of her eyes. “I wasn’t going to unmask you. I just wanted to caress your cheek. Like this.”
When she reaches out again, I let her hand land on my face. Her thumb slowly strokes my cheekbone as her head tilts to the side.
“I don’t care who you are or what you’ve done,” she says, and I struggle to stop the Backstreet Boys chorus from bursting out of my mouth. I’ve never seen the girl look quite so serious, and I need to listen to whatever she’s saying, tits and catchy songs be damned.
I grab the tablet from the nightstand and write another note.
If you knew my identity, you wouldn’t want me to touch you. I shouldn’t have come here.
There. Now I’ll just make my exit. I just needed to know she’d be safe, and I’ve done that. When Quinn tells this story tomorrow, no one will even know it was me. Well, except for Jim and King, but they won’t say anything if they like breathing air.
I go to stand, but Quinn grabs my hand.
“I meant what I said. I don’t care who you are.” Still gripping my hand, she sits on her knees. “Listen, let me level with you, Green Guy. This is as much for you as it is for me. I’ve spent the last ten years of my life masturbating to the thought of some unhinged psycho chasing me through the woods and ravaging me once he catches me. This is as close as I’m going to get, and you aren’t taking that away from me. I don’t care if you’re Jim, Eve, or that asshole across the hall. I don’t even care if you have a massive knife or a massive cock in those boxers. One way or another, I’m getting impaled tonight!”
She can’t see it, but my jaw drops. I mean, technically, the lassdidsay she doesn’t care if I’m the asshole across the hall...
I shake off her hand, get to my feet, and turn to face her. With my fists clenched at my sides, I finally see that beautiful fear in her eyes again. She scoots backward on the bed, a nervous smile playing at the edges of her mouth. She smooths her hair, trying to look calmer than she is, but it won’t work. I’ve seen what I do to her, even in this non-threatening suit.
“That’s more like it,” she whispers in spite of her fear. “Which is it, though? Are you going to kill me or fuck me?” She sends her hair flying as she shakes her head. “No, don’t tell me. I want it to be a surprise.”
God, she is so fucked. And so am I.
I drop on top of her and wrap my hand around her throat. Her legs kick out as she tries to fight me off, but I just tighten my grip as genuine panic takes hold in her frantic gaze. Using my hips, I force my way between her trembling thighs until my rock-hard dick presses painfully against her. Only our damned undergarments stand between us.
Her fingers find my hand, and she digs her nails into my flesh, desperate to claw me off of her. Still, I refuse to release her. I look into her face as the light dims. I grind myself against her, reminding her that she asked for this.
Just before she passes out, I let go and pin her arms above her head so that she can’t scramble away. She gulps air, her breasts rising and falling at a rapid tempo as consciousness slams into her.
“Fuck,” she cries. “At least we’ve established that you won’t kill me.”
I nod.Good girl. She gets it. Maybe we aren’t so far off from that telepathic-communication thing after all.
Her head is still swimming as I wrap my hand around her slender throat again. This time, I apply a blood choke, robbing her brain of everything it wants. The impact hits much faster, and the lass practically trembles with fear when I release her.
“What the fuck was that?” she whispers. Her eyes somehow find mine beneath the mask. “God, I’m shaking. It felt like balancing on a knife’s edge between heaven and hell.” She licks her lips and smiles. “Do it again.”
