Page 3 of Sinister
He slid his hand over my thigh, extremely close to my aching cock. I groaned through my teeth, squirming in my seat. My boyfriend just shot me a smirk. “We get him at Halloween,” he told me.
I nodded in agreement, my breathing quickening when Burne brushed his pinkie over the tip of my cock. Smirking next to me, Burne—like the kinky fuck he was—began to rub me through my jeans, getting me off while the professor began the lecture. And it took everything in me to keep quiet and not cum in my fucking jeans. Because I was not walking out of here with a wet spot on the front of my fucking pants.
Chapter 3
Josh
“Bro, no. Fucking no,” I instantly said when he tried holding out a mask to me. I wasn’t surprised he’d gone and gotten me a mask anyway when I specifically told him I was not wearing one. It was such a typical Derrick thing to do.
“Come on,” he groaned, rolling his eyes at me. He dramatically threw his arms up in the air, the mask smacking the ceiling of our dorm room. “Are you seriously just going to go dressed as you? Nothing else? No makeup—nothing?”
“Nothing,” I said, nodding my head as I tugged on my jeans. They fit snugly but weren’t super tight. And they made my ass look fucking fantastic. “If someone wants to know what my costume is, I’ll tell them I’m just a tired ass college kid.”
Derrick snorted and flung the mask he bought me onto my bed. “You fucking suck.”
I barked out a laugh and winked at him. “I’d love to. Just tell me when and where.”
He snickered. “When I want a guy on my dick in any way, shape, or form, Josh, I promise you’ll be the first to know.”
I laughed and slipped a plain, white t-shirt over my head before running my fingers through my already messy hair. Derrick scowled at the strands like they personally offended him. “I wish you’d at the very least do something with your hair.”
“Not a chance in hell, bro,” I told him.
He sighed and rolled his eyes before shrugging on his Venom costume, snapping the leather into place. He looked damn good, and I’d been sure to tell him that when he tried it on at the Halloween store, considering he needed an honest opinion anyway. If Derrick was my type, I’d totally do him.
“I don’t know why we’re friends,” he muttered, but I knew he was teasing.
“Because I’m less competition when it comes to getting laid.”
Derrick barked out a laugh. “That’s got to be it,” he snickered.
I rolled my eyes and shoved my feet into my converse. “Hurry up so we can get this fucking night over with,” I told him. I wanted to go, show my face, and come crawl back into bed. I wasn’t in the mood to top yet another twink.
He gave me that side-eye shit I hated. “You can’t rush perfection, Josh.”
I snorted. “You’re a hell of a long way from perfect.”
He shoved me, both of us barking out a laugh.
I sighed when I turned my head to tell Derrick I was going to take a leak, but he already had his tongue down some girl’s throat. Rolling my eyes, I stepped away and went on the hunt for a bathroom. This house was massive, and it was near impossible to find my way around. When we’d gotten here, I had immediately been overwhelmed. Derrick was the only reason I didn’t stride right back to his car and dip.
There were too many bodies. The stench of sweat and alcohol clung to the air. The dance floor was a disaster, with half-naked girls and horny guys basically fucking each other.
Leaving Derrick behind, knowing we’d both find our ways back to the dorm at some point tonight, I headed to go find a bathroom, desperately needing to piss after the one can of beer I’d had. I didn’t want to drink much, especially since I wasn’t much of a drinker anyway. And I still needed to be sober so I could make it back to our dorm room safely.
I sighed, rubbing my forehead in agitation when I circled the entire bottom floor and could not find a fucking bathroom. What kind of house didn’t have a bathroom on the first floor?
Grumbling under my breath about shitty house plans and mentally cursing Derrick in my head for talking me into coming here, I heaved myself up the stairs. I just wanted to go the fuck home, and as soon as I found a bathroom to relieve my bladder, I would head outside and order an Uber.
This night had been a complete waste of time. I hadn’t found a single guy willing to top to hook up with, but Derrick was having no problems shoving his tongue down every girl’s throat he came across. I wasn’t even straight, and I was jealous that he was getting action.
Lucky fuck.
Finally, I found an empty bedroom, and through the dim light from the hallway, I could see an open door in the room that looked sort of like the opening to a bathroom. Sighing in relief, I quickly moved inside and to the bathroom, finally taking a piss. I groaned when my bladder began to slowly empty. Having an empty bladder had never felt so blissfully good.
I was washing my hands when all of the lights suddenly went out. Screams erupted downstairs before people began to laugh. Cursing, I dried my hands on my pants and felt my way along the wall until I was out of the bathroom and in the bedroom. What the fuck was this shit even? When I signed up to come to this stupid party, I didn’t sign up for some scary bullshit.
Sinister music began to play, and I grimaced, cursing and wondering what the fuck Derrick had dragged me to. He knew I didn’t handle horror well. The last time I’d watched a scary movie, I’d been a little kid and had watched The Grudge. I had nightmares for months. I swore I’d never watch another fucking scary movie ever again, and so far, I hadn’t. I sure as hell wasn’t keen on becoming part of one.
