Page 12 of Behind the Masks
A shiver rolled down my spine and my greedy pussy clenched as if I could handle more, his eyes darkening.
I’d barely opened my mouth to talk when he leaned down to kiss me, my body instantly arching towards him, silently begging him to touch me. His fingers trailed a little lower to my throat, the possessive hold scrambling my brain.
I’d known these two for over a decade, and I never once thought this would happen. I definitely never thought sweet Kaye would push me to my knees in the woods and fuck me raw before coming on me. Or fist me.
Alec pulled back and I grabbed Kaye’s shirt, yanking him closer for a kiss too, and I felt it when his entire body relaxed at my acceptance of him. If anything, I felt safer knowing the rough man last night had been someone that cared about me.
I crawled onto his lap and kissed him more deeply, but I was pulled back to my feet after a second, Alec’s voice full of warning. “Warren’s coming.”
I strained to listen above the sound of my thundering heartbeat, hearing Warren and Zack talking as they walked closer to my room.
Alec quickly straightened my clothes, unlocked the door, and sat in the chair in the corner lazily, just as the door opened and Warren poked his head in. He eyed his friends but didn’t say anything about them being in here.
After all, it was common for them to hang out with me.
“Why’d you run off?” he asked me, and I couldn't stop my cheeks from heating.
“Had to pee,” I lied, hearing Zack snicker in the hallway. He knew exactly why I’d run.
“We’re heading out for a few hours. Do you need anything?”
“I’m good. I might see what Maisie’s doing,” I answered, hoping it wasn’t written all over my face that I’d just been making out with his friends.
He nodded, motioning to Alec and Kaye. “C’mon, leave Rose alone.”
Alec wandered out and I saw a glimpse of him throwing an arm around Zack’s shoulders as they walked off, but Kaye hesitated.
My brother sighed but walked off, giving us a moment.
“Last night was everything to me,” Kaye whispered, the familiar soft sound stirring something inside of me.
How had I not known the two whispering were people I knew? I could hear it clearly now that I knew, but I’d had no idea at the time.
“Maybe we could do it again some time?” I offered, standing on tiptoe to kiss him.
He groaned, pulling me closer and kissing the hell out of me, then he pulled back reluctantly.
“I really wanted to tie you up so you couldn’t move at all last night, but I didn’t want to scare you. Maybe now you know it’s me, you’d be okay with it?” he asked carefully, hope in his eyes.
“As long as you bring the mask. I’m kind of into it,” I grinned, my fingers sliding up the front of his shirt. “Maybe while I’m tied up you could fist me again? I’ll bring my vibrator.”
“You really liked that? You’re not just saying it for my sake?”
“How much did you get in there?”
He lifted his hand to point to it, not too far from his wrist. “I didn’t want to push you too much. Especially since you didn’t know it was me. I shouldn’t have done it without asking in the first place.”
“You’ll have to tell me all your fantasies later. Maybe we could try some more,” I murmured, kissing him again in case this was the last chance to do it. I’d spent years wanting to kiss him. “I’ll see you later.”
“You will,” he promised, giving me one last look before leaving the room and closing the door behind him.
“I had the best sex of my life last night,” Maisie exclaimed from the bed as I walked into her bedroom an hour later, spotting hickies all over her neck.
“Me too,” I smirked as I sat on her bed, her eyes going wide.
“Oh my God, who did you fuck? I went home with that guy we were dancing with. Thanks for letting me have him, by the way. Kind of sad you missed out though. He had a talented mouth.”
I couldn’t exactly tell her who, so I lied a little.
