Page 16 of All Hallows' Maze
“We weren’tus,” he started, and I felt the air leave my lungs as I waited. “But we were special.Youwere special to me, and I was grateful for your patience while I dragged my feet.” I was sure I’d stopped breathing as he stepped forward and brushed his thumb over my cheek. “That I loved you more than anything, and when the day came that you gave up on me losing you would be equivalent to dying. Because Veradis, you are my life.”
He looked at me the way he always had, but I crumbled from the sheer amount of love that look held now that he let himself show it. His eyes were softer, brow more relaxed. There wasn’t a tense aura to him. He looked comfortable, and wasn’t that love itself? Having someone your soul felt comfortable enough with that it sighed with relief knowing it’d never have to face loneliness again.
“Don’t cry,” he whispered.
I wasn’t aware I had been until he wiped the tears away. I reached for him and wrapped him in a tight hug. Before pulling away, I slipped my hand into his pocket and pulled out his keys. Laughing, I wiped my eyes and darted under his arm to jingle them in his face. I ran into the road and straight for the parking lot.
“What are you doing?” he called after me. His steps were soft but quick behind me as the bike came into view. I felt him get closer as I reached out for the seat.
“I win!” I cried, breathless and exhausted. His jacket came untied and fell from my waist into a puddle of fabric on the ground. I threw my leg over and straddled his bike as best I could.
“And what’s the game?” He bent down and retrieved his jacket, slipping his arms through while watching me.
“I beat you, and now you’remybackpack.” My toes hardly brushed the asphalt.
“Is that so?”
He played along with me, knowing there was no feasible way for me to drive it. Sliding in behind me, we made an awkward pair as he held onto my waist. He placed his helmet strap onto one handle and did the same with mine on the other side.
“You look good on my bike. Can you reach?” I leaned forward and barely touched the grips before my ass lifted off the seat and I laid over the tank. The space behind me disappeared as Dakota shifted from the passenger seat to his. His thighs pressed against the back of mine, and I felt…
“That’s y—”
“Sit, Bunny.” He held my hips firmly and guided me back onto his cock. Up and down, it only took a few strokes before he pulled me onto fully and buried himself deep inside. I struggled to speak, and my feet flexed, desperately trying to find footing and relieve the pressure. “Hands on the tank, don’t move.”
My fingers slipped from the grips, and I did as he said. He pulled my necklace free from shirt and removed the bar pendant.
“That’s not—”
“I know exactly what it is.” I couldn’t see him, but I heard the devious smile in his voice. “That night you didn’t come back to me; I went upstairs after you. What a pleasant surprise it was to see you fucking yourself and crying out my name.”
My eyes were wide. It couldn’t possibly be true. He confidently clicked through the settings and played with it as I sat in torture. He trailed it over my collarbone and down my chest, stopping over my nipples and sending a shudder through to my core. Finally, he teased it under my skirt and just around my clit.
“This game has rules, too. Not a sound, and don’t move. What’s the highest setting you go to?”
“Three,” I whimpered. He’d said not to move, but I wanted to ride him and seek out my secret little friend at the same time. This was unbearable.
“You’re going to soak my cock through all seven settings. You won’t get the next one until you come, and we don’t leave until you’ve finished all seven. Yes?” He touched the vibrator to clit, and I jerked.
“Yes, please.” Movement caught my attention as a couple walked through the parking lot row in front of us. Deep in conversation, they didn’t even look our way as Dakota circled my clit and I fought to keep my composure.
“Round one,” he whispered close to my ear.
He licked and nibble at the sensitive flesh of my neck. His other hand came up over my shirt and grabbed my breast, picking and rolling my nipple. The metal ring heightened the feeling and stirred my arousal. My feet came up and hooked around his legs. I felt unstable, but as he circled faster where we were faded away.
“I can’t wait to taste these,” he said, pinching harder. My back arched; no movement be damned. My clenched around his cock, squeezing as the first orgasm was pulled from me. “That’s my girl.”
I shuddered when he clicked to the second setting. There’d be no rest or reprieve, he was going to cycle through them all back-to-back.
“Round two, baby.” I shook around him.
Exhaustion had hit hard after he fucked me in the maze, and I was losing this battle. He pulled tighter against his chest and even further down his cock. From the outside paying little attention, you would’ve thought he was hugging me and whispering sweetly. I rocked back on him and felt the bike move with me. My teeth sunk into my lip to contain the next scream as my pussy gave up. Slick arousal and cum seeped around us.
The third setting came without warning. My moan was stifled with his swift hand over my mouth. I didn’t care about games. I didn’t care about rules. My hips rolled as best as I could manage. The bike moved with each thrust, and it terrified me, but the way he fit so deep inside me had me taking the risk.
With this orgasm, I pushed back onto him hard. Even tired and thoroughly fucked, my pussy wanted more. The bike jerked following my movement and I shrieked behind his hand. He laid my head back onto his chest, changing the angle of my hips and exposing my clit for him more.
“You won’t fall off,” he promised, moving on to the fourth setting.
