Page 5 of Ravager

“Don’t lie,” I chided, holding all the power despite being on my knees. “We’re not wasting a drop. I want your balls heavy with cum before you spurt it down my throat, beautiful angel.”

The noises coming from him didn’t make sense, just a garble of pleading and moaning as I ducked my head and rested my teeth on his ball sack, held tight in my grip. “We going to get these heavy and aching?”

“Please,” he cried.

“I want it all.” I bit down, just a little. “Will you save it for me?”

“Every drop.”

My grin grew wide, but I tucked it away and kissed each of his balls before straightening back up to taste his cock again. He was giving in, truly, and it was all I could ever ask for.

An alarm sounded somewhere in the vast room, making us both jolt from our fever dream, and the lights flickered in a different pattern.

“Shit,” Avery said, gasping and trying to move away. I didn’t let him, though, squeezing his dick and holding him steady. I shook my head when he widened his eyes. “You’ve got to let me go.”

“Never,” I replied without thinking, furious this might be all over.

“Get up,” he urged, reaching down to tug at my arms, shoving his hands under my armpits to try to hoist me up. All that sinking, it was all undone.

I leaned in and bit on his cock head. Not enough to hurt. Just a warning. He yelped.

Avery grew more desperate. “No, you don’t understand. We can’t be caught. I’d… I might lose my job…”

I rolled my eyes. He was Zelda’s favorite person outside of her son, Leo, and my dad. Avery could shit on the stageand do a fucking Irish jig through it, and he’d still keep his job. Probably get a raise and cheer from the owners. But I relented, releasing him and standing, crowding into him so we were nose to nose.

His wet cock pressed against the fabric of my jeans.

“You’ll owe me now,” I growled. “I didn’t get to eat your cum.” I ran my nose along his jaw. “I want to eat your cum.”

He shuddered and released a fluttery sigh. “Uh, oh, okay… s-sure. Just… come on.”

I loved him flustered. He only ever gave me cold, so having him hot and bothered was a dream come true.

And when he took my hand, guiding me through the maze with practiced ease, my heart squeezed just a little. I was fucked.

Four

Avery

Okay, so this wasn’t stopping. Not now. For a moment there, I thought I’d be able to successfully pull myself back and be responsible, but then he dropped to his knees, praised me like I was doing something wonderful for him while he sucked my cock as if he owned the damned thing. Who out there would put a stop to that?

And it was bullshit that I might lose my job. That lie had fallen from me in a moment of desperation. Zelda would probably cheer me on, then scour the CCTV footage for a glimpse of the mystery man and what he’d done to me. She wouldn’t let it go, even if I begged her to drop it.

It made it ten times hotter that I didn’t know who was under the face paint. And he’d paid for me, parted with his hard-earned cash just for the chance to see me dance, to catch me. Mmm.

This was far from over.

With his warm hand in mine, I pulled him the rest of the path through the maze, smiling at my handiwork as a row of skeletons with dildos for boners hung by their necks from the ceiling. A few had padded bras across their chest and strap-ons I’d wrestled their gangly plastic legs through, too. A thing of beauty. And with my senses returning to me, it was easy to navigate again. The fear was almost gone, but adrenaline still coursed through me, making me light-headed, think foolish thoughts. A little unnerved in the best possible way.

“Jesus,” the man muttered at the skeleton display, and I laughed, airy and free as I tugged him to the end of the maze and into the private room we’d been designated. There were three winners rooms set up, all with the spooky theme continuing, though with a lot less effort. Here wasn’t about the spooky, it was about the dance.

Shutting the door behind us silenced the pounding music of the maze and threw us into darkness for a moment. I let go of the mystery mans hand, my skull face, and scrambled for the switch on the wall. His grip on my hip stopped me from moving far, and he tried to tug me back to him.

“Stay there,” I muttered, shivering at his warmth, so close but unmoving. “Wait, let me…” I found the switch and flicked it over before leaving him and scrambling into position on the small circular stage we’d erected. I wassupposed to be here and waiting when he found me at last, so the effect was a little lost. But I was nothing if not a performer.

It was only a slight step up, with a pole reaching to the ceiling in the middle. Deep red velvet drapes covered the walls, with strings of black skulls and knots of cobwebs pinned to the ceiling. A plush red chaise lounge, draped in black spider webbing and plastic spiders, sat a few feet away from the stage, a perfect viewing position.

I glanced up at the camera in the corner. We were watched in here, not actively, but if I pressed one of the many alarms in the room, it would draw the attention of whoever was on duty. A bouncer, or often Luca or Zelda, would be in within seconds, ready to help.

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