Page 7 of Haunted By the Highwayman
Rick laughs. “Such a good boy.”
There’s so much heat in his eyes. Real admiration. It’s enough to make adrenaline surge through my body. I forget about the horrible surroundings and the smell of trash, even forget to be nervous. It’s the most natural thing in the world to pick up where we left off and drop to my knees before him. The asphalt is hard but I soon forget my discomfort as Rick’s hands reach for his belt buckle.
“Put the horns on?” I ask. Rick’s dimple dances for me as he reaches into the bag and grabs the demon horns, placing them on his head where they peek from his dark hair.
“Perfect. My dark lord,” I say.
How am I doing this? Flirting so brazenly? Something about the collar frees me from self-consciousness. Lets me be a little slutty without feeling silly.
Rick’s pants fall. I close my eyes, take a moment to savor the fact this is actually happening. Eyes still closed, I feel strong, tender fingers caress my hair, pulling so gently. I look up at him and catch my breath. He’s sliding his underwear down over thick, tan thighs. I’ve only ever caught glimpses before while changing; never seen his dick in its full glory. Already thick and huge and expanding fast, its enough to choke on. All for me. My mouth waters. He waits for me to make the next move, his head slightly on one side. Waiting for me to change my mind. No chance. My need builds, body heating, cock aching with want inside my jeans. One of Rick’s hands fondles at his erect dick like he’s offering it to me. His other hand creeps inside my sweater and takes the collar like I’m his.
“You sure?” he says.
“Couldn’t be surer.”
I wrap my lips around him. Moan with pleasure as his thick, hot length fills my mouth. My roommate is dressed like a demon and stuffing my mouth with his dick in an alleyway. This is my life now. And it’s fuckingamazing. I taste him, lapping up a drop of precum, sucking hard and rough like I can’t get enough. My moans get deep and desperate.
“Quiet,” he orders.
No one is even around. He’s bossing me around just because he can. His fingers tighten in my hair any time I make a sound. Obedience makes this even hotter and I shut up like I’m told and concentrate only on his pleasure. I want to devour him. I feel my lips getting bruised and swollen fast, as my eager hands work the base of his shaft. His eyes roll back and he gives a little stumble backward, hitting the wall of the alley, almost falling. He glares down at me, like it’s my fault. This is surreal. He’s out ofmyleague. Always has been. Now he’s acting like I’m too hot for him. He takes my face in his hands and pulls me hard onto his dick again. Desire surges through my body as he fills my whole mouth, so much hardness sheathed in velvet. I can barely breathe. I reach down to unbuckle my jeans, but he grabs my wrists.
“No,” he says. “Just me.”
His eyes are dark, taunting. The demon horns make him look decadent and cruel. It turns me on more than ever. I groan around his dick as I feel it start to throb and pulsate, making my arousal soar. His hands get tense on my wrists. He’s close. I swirl my tongue around his slit and then up the underside of his dick. His head flies back. His back arches like a wild cat. A guttural, animal sound comes from his throat. My demon shoots a massive load down my throat and I swallow it all obediently, eyes watering.
“Perfect,” he whispers.
He finally lets go of my hands. I touch my lips, feeling his wetness there. “What about me?” I whimper.
“What about you?” he says, playing dumb, buckling his pants again. There’s a satisfied, beatific smile on his face that contrasts with the black horns: the look of a man who’s gotten exactly what he wants. Meanwhile my erection is painful in my jeans and I’m still on my knees and he hasn’t even made to touch me.
“What about my turn?” I sound so pleading.
He smiles, looming over me with his arms folded across that broad chest. His hazel eyes glint with evil glee. Maybe the costume suggestion was a mistake. It’s given him way too much inspiration to torment me.
“Remember the dare,” he says. “What’s to stop me forbidding you from coming all day?”
“Common decency?” I suggest hopefully.
He thinks about it. Shakes his head, dimple springing into life to mock me. “Nah.”
“Aren’t you supposed to have some kind of… duty of care to me?” I pull at the collar, completely turned on and half pissed off. “Considering I have to do everything you say?”
“One, you do not have to do everything I say,” Rick says. “Forfeit the dare and you’re a free agent.”
I fold my arms and zip my lips. I might be on my knees, but the wordsI give upwill not be forthcoming from me.
Rick’s gaze softens. “Cheer up. Maybe I’ll let you come at the party.”
“Really? But there’s a difference between letting me and playing an, er, active part.”
He trails a finger down my jawline and down my neck, resting on my Adam’s apple. I quiver.
“I like that,” he says. “Very scientific. Would you like me to play an active part?”
I nod, lost for words.
“Then I promise,” he whispers.
