Page 12 of Masked Mayhem

Next, I lift my mask, feeling that familiar weight lift off my shoulders. The darkness in me has been a constant companion, but here with her, I feel something else—a flicker that grows with every heartbeat.

From the corner of my eye, I see Raze grinning. “We’re not just a couple of cold-blooded nightmares.” He leans in closer, teasingly whispering a little louder for her benefit, “We can be fun, too.”

Whitney turns to me, her eyes still covered by the blindfold “And you? Why the mask? What do you hide?”

“Not all that glitters is gold, Little Mischief. Sometimes, yanking off the mask opens more than just a face; it reveals the heart beneath.” I take my time as I say it, the raw truth echoing between us. “And I promise you, it’s as tangled as tonight’s events.”

She nods slowly, soaking in our words—the vulnerability, the honesty, and the risk that seeps through the room. The ambiance shifts around us as the weight of our circumstances envelops us. We are broken, complicated, but there’s a flicker of light threading through the darkness.

“Now,” Raze breaks the moment, his voice edged with playful challenge, “are you ready for us to explore what’s underneath this whole mask thing? Trust us, it could be the ride of your life.”

“Always,” she replies in a heartbeat, that glimmer of adventure sparking to life.

And as we take her hands, guiding her deeper into this unknown, an electric buzz thrums beneath our skin. The room charges with the thrill of our entwined destinies, each pulse an urging call to embrace the chaos—the chaos that is our life, intertwined with hope and uncertainty.

In the midst of that chaos, we found a brief sanctuary, yet the darkness of our world looms just beyond the threshold. We can't forget that masks might shield us from society's judgment, but they can’t erase the shadows that loom over us—a darkness that could eclipse this short moment of warmth.

But for now? Tonight, we break through the darkness together.

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Bad Choices

Whitney

Novacane: Frank Ocean

Theirscentisthefirst thing that envelops me in comfort, instantly reminding me of their presence. The warmth of their embrace wraps around me like a soft blanket, almost lulling me into a euphoric state. Lying on my bed, unclothed and blindfolded, with Havoc on one side and Crow on the other, their hands roam my body in intricate patterns, igniting every nerve ending in a delicious blaze.

They tease me with gentle touches, their lips flirting across my skin, sending waves of warmth cascading over me one after another. By the time their lips reach my neck, I find myself panting, a pool of desire forming between my legs, and they haven't even touched me yet. I know what’s coming, and I can’t deny that I've fantasized about this very moment many times, but I've never told anyone about my feelings for them.

It’s Havoc who first positions himself above me, his beautifully sculpted body hovering over mine as he lowers his mouth to my mouth. I open willingly, welcoming the urgency of his tongue as it slips between my lips to find mine. When our tongues finally meet, it feels like fucking fireworks dancing in my mouth. It's explosive, wild, and fucking intoxicating, and all I want is more. But how can I tell him that without sounding like I'm begging for it? Unless that's what they want, for me to beg.

With my hands free, I reach up to caress his face, my fingers sliding to the back of his neck as I pull him closer. Instinctively, I part my legs, inviting him to settle comfortably between them. The moment I feel his cock brush against me, I gasp, a pulse of electricity igniting my clit in sync with my racing heartbeat.

Our kiss deepens, and Crow begins to play with my hair—a calming gesture that I’m sure he doesn’t realize is one of my favorite ways to relax. Between the soothing strands of my hair twirling in his fingers and Havoc's skilled tongue exploring my mouth with each deliberate stroke, an overwhelming wave of desire floods my core, leaving me more achingly needy than ever before.

"Fuck, you taste so damn good," Havoc moans against my lips before diving back into my mouth, deepening the kiss so his tongue tickles the back of my throat.

He reaches between our needy, sweaty bodies and fists his cock, gently pushing the head against my drenched opening, waiting for permission before diving inside me.

"Tell us how bad you want it, Little Mischief," Crow commands soothingly in my ear as he nips at my lobe and then traces the shell with the tip of his tongue, making me shiver from the sensation. "Tell us how badly you want Havoc to fuck you. How badly you want me to fuck you."

Without hesitation, I blurt out, "Please, fuck me. I've been waiting for this for so fucking long," I pant, feeling protected and hidden behind the blindfold they forced me to wear.

"Good girl," Crow praises me, bringing a rush of heat to my cheeks. "Now kiss me, Little Mischief; I want to taste the sweet seduction that coats your tongue."

As I lean up, eager to fulfill Crow's request, I feel the heat radiating from his body, inviting and intoxicating as he possessively grips my chin, turning my head to the side to face him. Our lips meet, and it's as if a dam has burst; the taste of me on his tongue fuels my need. I can’t help but moan softly into his mouth, lost in the rhythm of our kiss as Havoc attacks my neck with rough bites and slow licks, leaving his mark noticeably behind. The world beyond the confines of our little sanctuary melts away, and all that matters is the swell of passion rising within us.

Just as I begin to lose myself in Crow's kiss, I feel Havoc’s fingers slide between my legs, teasingly grazing my pussy lips, coating them with my arousal. From the slurping sounds, I can tell he's sucking the taste of my pussy off his fingers, and it fucking turns me on. My body responds instinctively, arching toward him as my breath hitches in my throat. I break the kiss with Crow just long enough to let out a whimper, desperate for more contact.

"More, please," I plead, my voice barely above a whisper, filled with urgency and longing.

Havoc lets out a low, satisfied chuckle, as if my desperation only fuels his own desire. "Is this what you want?"

He grins against my cheek, positioning the tip of his cock against my opening, teasing me mercilessly. He gives me just the slightest push, making the sensation so intense that I can barely think as pressure pulses not only between my thighs but behind my eyes as well, putting me in a state of tranquility as he slowly pushes his cock the rest of the way inside me.

"Yes! Yes, fuck..." I breathlessly affirm, the words tumbling out before I can stop myself. The combination of anticipation and need makes my plea feel raw and real, and before I realize it, I'm begging just like they fucking wanted.

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