I moaned and screamed, feeling like fire burned my skin, even after I’d come down from the second orgasm.
Suddenly, he pulled out of me, flipping me on my back as he jerked himself off. His cum was warm, landing on my skin, some making it all the way to my neck. I watched as he emptied onto me, my pussy aching, feeling empty without him.
Michael stopped and hovered over me as we both tried to catch our breaths. I reached for his mask, wanting to see more than just his mouth, but he snatched my wrist and shook his head.
“Please?” I asked sweetly. “It’s only fair.”
“No,” was all he said before letting my arm fall onto my abdomen and pulling his mask back down over his mouth and chin, hiding himself once again.
I hated that he didn’t want to show me who he was. It was rude. He’d unmasked me yet refused me the same courtesy. The manwho’d taken my virginity would remain a mystery, a shadow in my past I’d never know.
The horn went off soon after, signaling our turn in the maze was over.
Floodlights turned on, and Michael grumbled like he was disappointed. He stood quickly, his semi-hard cock still waving about, but he covered me first, wrenching off his sweatshirt, revealing a long sleeve black shirt and throwing it over me.
“Thanks,” I muttered as I got up, wincing at the horrible pain between my legs and my lower stomach as I pulled the sweatshirt over my head. The hem fell just below my ass, covering my intimate parts.
“I had a fun time,Jess,” he said, sounding like he was fighting a huge grin under that mask. The way he’d said my fake name made me eye him carefully, as did the special tone he said it with.
“Yeah, I uh—”
“The arrows on the walls will direct you out of the maze. Security is waiting for the two of you at the entrance. Please grab your belongings and exit the maze,” the voice of someone rang out over some speakers.
I looked around, and sure enough, now that the lights were on, I could see arrows lining the hall.
When I looked back at Michael, he was already leaving me behind. I took a step in the same direction, but my knees buckledas the pain inside me made it feel like someone had stabbed me instead of just fucked me.
I managed to stay standing, though doubled over and breathing slowly, when two black boots appeared in my line of sight. Michael swept me into his arms, carrying me easily, saying nothing as he started walking back the way he came.
That was fine. This was just a fun night, and I didn’t need the cuddles and aftercare other girls did. I needed to get to my car so I could process what the fuck just happened and how I was supposed to move forward knowing sex could be so explosive—and with a total stranger.
It didn’t take long to reach the entrance, even with a little detour to find my abandoned heels. I spent most of it with my head on his shoulder, inhaling his scent like a lovesick puppy, letting it drive me crazy and trying my best to memorize it—woodsy and leathery, with a hint of something sweet. Once we reached the two security guards waiting for us, Michael set me on my feet and pulled his sweatshirt down to cover my ass.
He said nothing as the guards informed us they’d escort us to our cars separately and let us leave one at a time to avoid potential stalking situations. He said nothing when I was led away first, his hoodie still on my shoulders. He remained silent, letting me go.
I took several deep breaths once I was in my car and then removed the colored contacts I’d worn as an extra precaution. I tookhis hoodie off and put on a dress I’d brought as backup, knowing things could get dicey during the scene.
I was stupid for letting myself get so wrapped up in everything.
What was I expecting, though?
It was a stupid rookie move, thinking he’d want something more than what he’d signed up for, especially with an inexperienced virgin like me.
I needed to pull myself together. ‘Michael’ wasn’t the only man with a primal kink. I’d replace his memory with someone else.
So, I tossed his sweatshirt out the window, the first step to forgetting him, and drove away, leaving Michael behind.
Fate had a cruel way of torturing me—a humorous, merciless twist to my story.
Of course, it had to be her.
Her.
The woman I’d yearned for long before it was appropriate.
Only… it still wasn’t appropriate.
Avery Rose Wilcox.
