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Yeah, okay. I liked the way my heart pounded harder, and I loved the way my senses were sharper when I was scared. The way every simple tick-tock in the house became mysterious footsteps, or the way I was hyper-aware of empty space behind me as I sat on the couch, feeling like someone was lurking back there.
I enjoyed the fright of not knowing what was coming and from where.
“When we used to wear the masks,” Michael said, dropping his voice to a near whisper, “you liked it, didn’t you? It scared you, but it turned you on.”
I raised my hesitant eyes and tried not to let out a laugh. What was I supposed to say? That the fact that they’d looked like monsters got me hot?
I shook my head clear and stood up, saying in a quiet voice. “I’m going to bed.”
I grabbed my phone and took a step, but Michael’s voice stopped me.
“Come here,” he said softly.
I turned my head, narrowing my eyes. Come here?
He sat up, resting his forearms on his knees and waiting, while I shifted on my feet.
He was always playing games. I didn’t trust him.
But the temptation to engage was too great. He was right. I was getting good at it, and I kind of liked it, too.
I took slow steps, holding up my chin to steel myself.
When I reached him, he placed a hand on my hip and pulled me in between his legs. I gasped as he fell back against the sofa again, pulling me in with him. I shot my hands out, planting them on both sides of his head on the back of the couch, keeping myself upright as I leaned into him.
“Say it,” he breathed out, holding my hips with both hands now. “It turned you on.”
I closed my mouth and shook my head, looking down at him with a challenge.
“I know it did,” he maintained, a fire in his eyes. “Did you think I couldn’t see how tense your body would get or how your nipples got hard through your shirt when you saw me wearing it? You’re a little twisted. Admit it.”
I folded my lips between my teeth, turning my head away.
But then he tipped his chin up and caught my nipple between his teeth through my tank top, and I closed my eyes, letting out a small cry.
Oh, God!
The heat of his mouth swooped into my stomach as he released my nipple and then snatched it up again, dragging it out between his teeth.
“I’ve got the mask upstairs,” he taunted, kissing and nibbling on me through my shirt. “I can get it if you want me to.”
No. No, I wasn’t like that.
I pushed away from him, but he held me firm.
“Michael, let me go.”
But then I felt my phone vibrate in my hand, and I quickly glanced at the screen, seeing no name with the number. Reading the number, though, I noticed that it was his mother’s. That’s strange. I thought I had her number saved in my Contacts.
But I let it go, remembering that my mom was with her. I needed to take this call.
Planting my fists on Michael’s chest, I shoved him away. “Get off me. Your mom’s calling.”
All he did was laugh, though, and my face fell.
He grabbed my arm and threw me down onto my stomach and came down on my back, pinning me to the couch.
I breathed hard and fast, feeling his cock press against my ass as he snatched my phone out of my hand.
I stared wide-eyed as he placed it a few inches in front of me, his finger hovering over the green Answer button.
“Michael, no,” I rushed out, panic making my lungs ache.
But he swiped the screen anyway. The ringing stopped, and I heard silence as she waited for me to say something.
“Say hi,” he whispered in my ear.
I shook my head, too scared for her to hear my voice.
But then he put his hand over my mouth, forced his hand between me and the couch, and dived into my pajama shorts, sliding his fingers inside me. I let out a muffled scream.
Fuck!
I squirmed and tried to reach out my arms to hang up the phone, but he released the rest of his weight on me, pushing me down to where I could barely breathe.
“Shhh…” he cooed.
He brought his fingers out of my pussy and began rubbing them over my clit so slow and so soft I couldn’t help but shake.
I heard his mother give a hesitant “Hello?” on the other end, but I couldn’t catch my breath.
“Say hi,” he whispered again, but this time his voice was thick and wet like he was fucking me.
He removed his hand from my mouth, and I licked my lips, swallowing the dryness and trying to find my voice. My heart thundered in my ears, and I winced, holding back the groan I wanted to let out at what his fingers were doing to me.
“Hel… hello, Mrs. Crist,” I choked out.
Oh, God. The pleasure of his fingers rubbing me in circles slowly crept into my belly, pooling and building into something I knew I wasn’t going to be able to control for long.
“Rika!” she chirped, sounding happy. “I’m so sorry to call so late, but there’s a time difference here. I wanted to check in before I got under way today. How’s everything going there?”
I opened my mouth to answer, but Michael fisted my hair and jerked my head to the side, diving into my neck with his teeth.
My scar! I stilled, waiting for him to feel it or see it and switch sides, but he didn’t. He nibbled and bit, sweeping the tip of his tongue up the nape of my neck, not leaving a single inch that hadn’t been touched by his mouth.
“Rika?” she prompted.
Oh, yeah. She’d asked a question. What had she asked? No, wait. I had a question. I’d been trying to get a hold of her. Wha—?
“Yes, um…” But I lost my train of thought as Michael slid two fingers back inside me, pumping in hard, steady thrusts.
“Are you scared?” Michael growled low in my ear. “I’ll bet you are, and I’ll bet you like it. I’ll even bet this is the best sex you’ve ever had, and my dick’s not even inside you yet.”
“Rika?” Mrs. Crist called again, this time more urgent.
But I gasped, the rush of heat on my skin as he devoured my neck again, sending waves through my body.
“Your pussy is so fucking wet.” He drew out his fingers, swirling their wetness around my clit in quick circles. “So soft and tight.”
I groaned, starting to grind into his hand.
“Yes,” I moaned. “Yes, Mrs. Crist. Thank you for checking in. So far so good here.”
I heard Michael laugh in my ear, probably at how ridiculous I sounded.
“Oh, good, dear,” she replied. “Have you run into Michael at Delcour? I told him to keep an eye on you in case you needed anything.”
“Do you need anything?” he teased in a light voice, rubbing the thick, hard ridge of his cock into my ass. “Is that what your tight little pussy is begging for?”
“Yes,” I breathed out, my clit pulsing harder and harder and my stomach hot with lust.
And then my eyes rounded, realizing she’d heard that.
“Um, yes!” I burst out, trying to cover it up. “I’ve seen him a couple of times.”
“Good,” she responded. “Don’t let him push you around. I know he seems unpleasant, but he can be nice.”
His kisses and bites spread up my neck and over to my cheek, making me shiver. “I am being nice to you, right?” he whispered, dragging his teeth across my jaw. “Yeah, she’d cut my fucking hand off if she knew just how nice I was being right now.”
And with that he slid his fingers back in and pumped, rolling his hips into my ass, grinding his dick on me as his body weighted on my back.
Fuck! My thighs were on fire, and I gripped the sofa cushion, needing a release.
“No worries, Mrs. Crist,” I gritted out, squeezing my eyes shut. “I can handle him.”
“Can you?” he mocked in my ear.
But Mrs. Crist kept going. “Glad to hear it. Now study hard, and I’ll be coming back with lots of presents before Thanksgiving.”
I couldn’t take it. I rolled my hips again and again, riding the couch.
“You ready to come, you little brat?” Michael taunted. “Tell me how much you love it. Tell me my mask got you fucking wet.”
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