Page 64 of Eye Candy

I didn’t want to tell him my real name, mostly because, if he didn’t know who I was, I didn’t want to jog his memory, just in case he had seen or heard things online or on TV. The first name that came to my mind was, “Maria.” Don’t ask me why.

“Maria,” he echoed, nodding once. “I like it. I’m Jeb. You want to go somewhere quieter and talk? I live here, so I got a room upstairs—” It sounded like he meant talk and not sex, but maybe that was just because I wasn’t used to getting picked up by college guys.

“Sure,” I said, before I could think better of it. As Jeb pushed off the wall and started to walk, I chugged the rest of the drink, unable to hide the wincing after. I set the cup down on an end table and caught up with him, tossing Kelly a look.

All Kelly did was give me a thumbs up, like I’d chosen well.

I followed Jeb to the hall, and he went straight for the stairwell. The mouth of the stairwell wasn’t too far from the front door, which still hung wide open, and I happened to toss a glance outside as I turned toward the steps. Out of the corner of my eye, I swore I saw something, and I stopped dead in my tracks.

What the…

My heart hammered, and I slowly turned my head back to look outside once again, not sure what to expect. I’d thought… well, for a split second, anyway, I’d thought I’d seen my Devil, but after glancing back, I saw nothing and nobody except the group of people hanging out on the front porch.

The anxiety in me faded immediately. It was all in my head. Besides, what were the odds that, after being silent for so long,my Devil would come to me tonight? He could’ve made a move a lot sooner.

I trailed after Jeb, heading up the steps. We stopped at the top. The house was a three-story house, meant to house as many college students as possible. I lost track of how many bedrooms we passed. Some of the doors were closed, and I could only imagine the things that went on behind closed doors at a party like this.

We turned into what must’ve been Jeb’s room, and as I stepped inside and surveyed the area, Jeb shut the door, blocking out the rest of the party. It was a small room, less than a third of the size of mine. It barely fit a twin bed, a dresser, a small closet, and a desk, where he’d hung a TV up on the wall above it so he could watch TV in bed.

It wasn’t exactly the cleanest room, either. Jeb hurried to kick some clothes beneath his bed, and then he glanced at me, a little sheepish. “Sorry. I’m not so good at picking up.” He sat on the bed, and I went to sit beside him.

“It’s all right. I don’t mind,” I said, taking it all in.

“So, Maria—”

I had no idea what he was going to say, nor did I really care. Turning toward him, I interrupted, “Look. I’m going to be real with you. I don’t want to make a new friend tonight. I just want to forget certain things that have been making my life miserable lately. Do you think you could help me with that?”

That clearly hadn’t been what Jeb was expecting, because his brown eyes widened in shock. “Oh. Uh… yeah. Yeah, I could definitely help with that.” Maybe he was used to playing the game a little longer with girls he wanted to hook up with, or maybe he just wasn’t used to a girl wanting to cut to the chase.

He was a guy. He wouldn’t turn down a no-strings-attached fuck.

I worked on taking my leather jacket off, well aware Jeb wasn’t moving. The only thing he was doing was watching me. “One thing, though. The glove stays on,” I told him. “Don’t touch this hand.”

His brows came together, and I could tell he was slightly confused, but in the end, he nodded and said, “Sure. Yeah, whatever you want.” Once my jacket was off, he reached for me, pulled me onto his lap, and wrapped his arms around me. His mouth came down upon mine with no hesitation whatsoever, kissing me messily but greedily, like he couldn’t believe his luck but wasn’t going to question it.

It was… weird, kissing a stranger. Weirder still to be on that stranger’s lap, with his arms around my body, feeling his cock stirring beneath me as we got to know each other’s mouth intimately. The weirdest thing, however, was the fact that, while kissing him was nice, it didn’t make my heart or my body feel any type of way.

After a few moments like that, Jeb flipped us so that I was now laying on the bed and he was on top of me, pinning my body down. He wasn’t overly tall; I didn’t think he was quite six feet, but that was okay. I didn’t need him to be tall. The thing I needed resided somewhere much lower on his body.

While his mouth acquainted itself with mine, his hands didn’t hesitate to do the same to other parts of me. He pawed at my tits over my shirt, then slipped his hands beneath it, cupping them over my bra. Those hands found their way beneath my bra immediately after that, getting a good feel.

I’d like to say I was full-steam ahead, but my mind was somewhere else. I couldn’t shake the fact that this felt wrong. Iwanted to make a mistake, to temporarily forget all the shit troubling me, but it was like being here with Jeb only made those feelings inside me amplify in all the wrong ways.

Jeb must not have sensed that I wasn’t quite into it, because his cock was hard as a rock now, ready to do some work. He pulled his mouth off mine, panting, about to say something, but right then something we both weren’t expecting happened.

The door to his room opened and someone else walked in.

I couldn’t see who it was, but Jeb tossed a glance over his shoulder, huffing out, “Dude. The room’s taken. Go somewhere else.” A few seconds passed, and it didn’t sound like whoever it was was, in fact, leaving. “It’s not fucking Halloween, man. Take that mask and go fuck off.” Jeb sounded angrier that time, more annoyed, but it was the words he’d said that made something inside my stomach twist.

A mask? No. It was almost too much to hope for, and yet…

Jeb rolled off me, ready to throw down with the intruder, which allowed me to finally gaze upon the person who’d walked in. The very second my eyes rose to meet the familiar black mask on the man’s face, my breath caught.

So I wasn’t making it up before. I really did see him outside.

After all this time, he’d finally come to me. My Devil.

I couldn’t take my eyes off him as he stared at Jeb as he approached him. His feet were apart, his hands clenched into fists; he wore all black, like he always did, that devil mask on his face hiding every discernable feature that would tell me who he was.

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