Page 6 of Behind the Masks
How the fuck had he gotten in front of me?
Running left, I got far enough away that I couldn’t hear anyone following me, and I slowed to a walk as I tried to get mybearings. I pressed my back against a tree and tried to calm my breathing, closing my eyes for a second.
My feet hurt. I’d probably cut them on sticks and rocks.
Who was this guy? Was it a prank? A crazy person?
The knife kind of made me think that they were crazy. It didn’t look fake.
I opened my eyes and my head smacked against the tree as I startled, finding the glowing red mask right in front of me. I hadn’t even heard their footsteps.
“What do you want?” I forced out in a stern voice, trying not to let my nerves show, but my voice shook a little.
They tilted their head, and I tensed as I felt their fingers touch my bare waist and trail up my ribs slightly, a shudder rolling through me. I knew I was losing my mind when I reached out to press my palm to their chest, their heartbeat thudding against it.
“Who are you?” I whispered, his face coming closer until he was right beside my ear.
“Does it matter?”
“I’ll scream,” I warned, a dark chuckle coming from him as he pulled back a little.
“I was hoping you would. I bet it sounds so pretty too.”
My hand slid down his chest to his stomach, and I hesitated before slipping it under his shirt to feel his warm skin. I was mesmerized by the glow on his mask, swallowing hard as he stared right back at me, silently waiting to see what I’d do.
Sticks snapped and I looked to the right, confusion, fear, and excitement all hitting me at once. Another mask glowed red, telling me we weren’t alone.
“You going to be a good girl and get on your knees for us?” the man I was feeling up asked, drawing my attention back to him. He lifted the knife to my chest, dragging the blunt side ofthe blade down between my breasts, the cool metal making me shiver.
My breath hitched as he dropped a hand to my outer thigh, sliding it up under my skirt. His fingers were rough, and I absently tilted my hips forward, wanting more of his touch.
I was fucking insane. I had no idea who these guys were, but they were igniting something inside me. Something dark and sinful.
Silently, I lowered myself to my knees in front of him and dropped my heels beside me, peering up at him as he watched me.
“Get my cock out,” he ordered as he tossed the knife to the ground, my hands lifting to his jeans to unbutton them.
Sticks and leaves dug into my knees, but I barely felt it as I freed his cock, fisting him and leaning forward to lick the tip.
He grunted, his hand going to my hair to tangle his fingers in it. His friend watched silently as I wrapped my lips around him and pushed him deep down my throat, a curse leaving both of them. His friend’s was only a whisper, but it hit me straight in the core as my panties dampened.
A moan escaped me, my free hand dropping between my legs with every intention of touching myself, but the fingers in my hair tightened in warning.
“You don’t get to come yet. You haven’t earned it. Be a good, dirty whore and gag on me.”
I pushed him as deep as possible and swallowed around him, his hips thrusting into my face.
“No gag reflex?” he hummed with interest, his fingers tightening almost painfully in my hair as he started fucking my throat harder.
Saliva dribbled from my mouth and down my chin as I took it, sucking in air the second he pulled back to let me breathe.His fingers dug into my jaw as he gripped me, smacking his cock against my cheek with his other hand.
I was sputtering, trying to catch my breath, and then his friend moved closer with his cock already in hand, stroking himself.
I heard something behind us but couldn’t see, wondering if there were more of them out here.
The guy’s friend swapped places with him, and I almost came when he lifted the bottom of his mask a fraction and tilted my chin up, spitting in my mouth. I swallowed it, my body buzzing and begging him for more.
I’d had wild sex before, but not like this, and we’d barely started.
