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Ally

Adrenaline coursed through my body as I left the maze of mirrors. I could still feel his hands stroking my thigh, thrusting against my ass with his hand on my throat. My heart was pounding like crazy. I was still running away, hoping I could put some distance between us while I decided what I want to do next.

Looking over my shoulder quickly, I was expecting to see him, but there was no one. I slowed down, wondering if he was just taking his sweet-ass time, stalking me like the psycho he was, confident that he was going to catch me.

Had I run too fast? Had he not seen me come this way? I could have sworn I saw him exit as I rounded the corner. I ran back around to the front of the mirror maze, only seeing a few people walking in. He was nowhere to be found as I scanned the area, hoping to see that burlap mask, but disappointment hit me when I couldn't find him.

Maybe he got distracted, or maybe he was keeping me on edge. I observed the people around me trying to decide if I wanted to walk out in the open or wait here, in hopes he got tired of waiting for me and came looking.

Or what if he went to get the skeleton man? Excitement ran through me as I pictured them running after me and catching me. Maybe I did want to be out in the open. I didn’t have all night to do this and I was too impatient to wait around for the perfect opportunity.

I had already waited an entire year for this, and there was no way I was going home without?—

A hand covered my mouth, and I was yanked back into the shadows. I attempted to scream, and threw my head back hoping to hit their face. I hit something hard, but it was not their face. Fear flooded my system as I started to thrash when I was shoved against the wall of the mirror maze.

Before they could pin me, I slammed my knee up, missing my target as they caught my knee, snarling. I was ready to pull my hand back to hit them in the throat when I noticed who it was. It was that slight hesitation that gave him the upper hand and he pushed me against the wall again.

The skeleton dude was right in front of me, leaning down so we were eye to eye. My fear immediately turned into arousal. Burlap masked man exuded power, mystery and his stature made you think he could squish your head with his bare hands.

This guy was all mind games, cunning, and even though he was smaller than the other one, I knew he could snap my neck before I screamed. They both oozed, ‘don’t fuck with me’ vibes, they were probably deranged, and as much as I should have stayed away, I was drawn to them.

I didn’t even know what they looked like, or sounded like, we had never been this close to each other like tonight. It was always small glances from afar or a chase that I was able to get away because I made sure we had enough space between us. This past year has changed my desire for them. They were constantly in my head and no matter what I did, daydreams about them consumed my thoughts.

“Did you really think you were getting away, Doll?” He leaned in closer, our lips almost touching.

A whimper threatened to come out, but I wasn't going to give him the satisfaction of hearing me simping for him.

“I thought for a moment your friend was really bad at stalking people,” I said, with more bravado than I was feeling.

He chuckled. It was deep and menacing, making my stomach flip.

“Oh, no, Doll, we aren’t going to let you out of our sight tonight,” he said against my lips. “I think we’ve done enough chasing.”

A part of me liked that he had caught me, but they needed to earn me. This was too easy, and I was anything but easy. Well… most of the time.

I whimpered, squirming against him like I was a needy slut. He smirked and I saw the look of triumph on his face; he thought he had won. I slid my hands up his hard chest, leaving my hands on his pecs. My body was telling me to push myself against him, stroke the front of his pants and suck his dick. My brain was telling me to push him away, continue the chase, make him work for it. As much as I wanted to listen to my brain, I wanted him more.

My hands trailed down his hard body to cup his hard dick. He didn’t show that I had affected him and it only made me want to bring him to his knees. I undid his button, slid his zipper down, and pushed my hand into his underwear.

He shivered when I grabbed his cock and pulled him out, making him swear under his breath like he couldn't believe what was happening. He braced his hands against the wall, his face came close to my neck, taking a deep breath and he bit me. I gasped, the pain shooting pleasure between my legs. He sucked on my skin hard, and I hoped he had left a mark. I wantedsomething to remember him by, making sure I didn’t just dream up this entire night.

His hair was short, running my fingers through it, keeping his face by my neck. He pulled back as I stroked him, shuddering as I twisted my hand over the head of his cock. I wanted to hear him moan for me. Slowly, I knelt down, keeping eye contact with him, taking him into my mouth inch by inch. He hit the back of my throat, cursing when I took more of him in my mouth. I swallowed around his cock as he moaned. The sound was erotic, my thighs clenched together as my thighs grew damp.

The sound of someone coming close sent a warning through my head.

“Don’t fucking stop,” he growled, looking at where the sound was coming from.

I took him all the way to the back of my throat earning another moan. His moans were the only thing I craved when I pulled back, and swirled my tongue around the head. I sucked on it before taking him into my mouth again and again.

A shot of adrenaline hit me when more people walked closer to us. The idea of being caught had me growing wetter.

“You look so fucking beautiful on your knees, taking my cock,” he groaned. “You want people to see me fucking this pretty mouth?”

He ran his hand through my hair before he pulled my head forward, fucking my mouth, deliciously hitting the back of my throat over and over again. My hands rested on his thighs, taking the brutal pace he was setting.

The ache in between my thighs intensified. I needed some relief, but all I wanted to do was to take stroke after stroke in my mouth. I wanted to bring him to his knees first. He moaned again, it was guttural, like he was lost to the pleasure I was giving him.

I played with his balls before pulling them down a little roughly, making him buck forward. My moan made him curse, thrusting into me harder. I relaxed my jaw more, wanting more than anything to hear him shout out for me. When I pulled his balls again he snarled, releasing his cum down my throat.

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