Page 9 of Come Out, Come Out

“Then I get to pick the next game. It’s my favorite one.” A wicked gleam sparks in his eyes, but it only amplifies my need. “But don’t worry, I’m going to fuck your needy little pussy first.”

The next kiss is hungry, like he’s been waiting to feast on me for so much longer than a mere half hour. He doesn’t hesitate to dig in. Lips suck and tease along my skin, paying special attention to my collarbones, breasts, and the tops of my thighs. It feels like forever and no time at all has passed as I lose myself in the possessive hold his body has on mine. I’m sweating, panting, moaning with need. I can’t wait any longer.

“I need you inside me.” My fingers find their way into his briefs and his dick springs free. Pre-cum glistens at the head of his cock. My hand strokes reverently up and down the shaft and I turn my gaze to his. “Fuck me before I regain my sense of preservation and kick you out.” I spread my legs wider in invitation and wrap my hand around the back of his neck to pull him closer.

He slides us over to the counter so my ass rests on the ledge, pulls my panties to the side, and then lines his cock up to my entrance without hesitation. “Self-preservation is over-rated. Don’t you agree?”

I nod and thrust my hips up making my intentions clear. “Prove it.”

“With pleasure.” He groans as he slams into me.

My assumption was right, he does know how to use it. I have the fleeting thought that there’s a distinct chill in the air that creeps up my spine and clings to my skin despite our closeness, but then his cock hits that spot inside me, making my thoughts scatter, my toes curl painfully, and my head falls back. Immediately, his hand latches around my throat and forces my gaze to his.

“Look at me,” he thrusts deeply into me to punctuate the command, “I want you to see me.”

I grip his arm and nod in eager understanding as my mind zeroes in on the way my pulse thumps excitedly against his palm. The part of my brain that processes fear went haywire long ago because all I can think is how goddamn hot it is that this person I don’t even know holds my life in his hands. I don’t know anything about him, he could easily cut off my oxygen or snap my neck. Just the thought makes me impossibly wetter. All the doctors I’ve seen over the last two decades had every right to be seriously concerned about my mental health. It’s the first time I fully agree.

A searing pain brings me back to the moment as he bites down on my nipple and tugs. I wind my fingers in his hair and grind my hips, encouraging him to do it again. He does. It should be unsettling how well he seems to know me already, but it’s such a relief to sit back and let him take control of my pleasure. I lean forward slightly, forcing his palm against my throat and he adjusts his grip to apply more pressure on each side.

“Do you like that? When I decide how much you can breathe?” He pauses and licks the sensitive space between my neck and chin. “Tell me.” His touch lightens ever so slightly.

“Yes. Don’t stop,” I gasp out. I tighten my fingers in his hair and shift my hips against him, my pussy clenches around his cock the same way he grips my throat.

Placing a sloppy kiss on my lips, he slips his hands behind my knees, opening me wider and hitting even deeper. My head softly bumps against the wood cabinet in rhythm with the punishing thrusts of his hips. Releasing his hair, I dig my nails into his lower back, enjoying the movement of his muscles underneath my fingers.

“Music to my fucking ears,” he groans, referring to the snap of his hips against the fat on my thighs and ass that nearly drowns the garbled moans he’s driving out of my constricted airway. “Come on, sing for me, baby.”

My eyes flutter momentarily, his touch becomes lighter, and his icy gaze holds me here. I whimper at the absence of that delicious pressure.

“You can do better than that.” A devious smirk is the only warning I get before he starts pounding into me without restraint. A strong finger presses and teases my clit with a masterfulness that has an endless stream of begging falling from my lips as I come violently around him. My breath stutters, my eyes squeeze shut, and my jaw tenses as I cling to consciousness that this mind-bending orgasm is trying to steal from me.

“I told you to keep your eyes open,” he grinds out between clenched teeth. Instead of spilling into me like I fear, he pulls out, drags me off the counter, and forces me down to my knees in front of him.

I look up at the man I should be afraid of, holding his stare, and stick my tongue out expectantly. Cum coats my tongue and throat and I swallow every last drop, never breaking eye contact.

“Now this.” He points to his lower abdomen and the base of his cock that’s still dripping with my release. I lick it all off without any hesitation. The way he takes command of my mind and my body is the most peaceful I’ve felt in years, maybe ever. It’s a drug I want to hit again and again, and I fully intend to chase the high.

Who the fuck is this man, and where did he come from?

Aiden

MARCH 13th, 2020 - The Same Day

Every fiber of my being was frantically screaming at me to keep my hands on Skye and never let her go. I remind myself that I’m still able to feel the warmth of her for now as I pull her back up to her feet. Her full brown eyes drink in my body; she’s not ready for the night to end either. It’s time for another game.

“100, 99, 98 . . .” I pause my counting, “I would run and hide if I were you.” Her mouth falls open as she looks around for her clothes, but I’m not about to let her cover up that beautiful body I plan to mark as mine. “You don’t need those. As soon as I find you, I’m going to fuck you. Now run.” I emphasize my point by slapping my hands against her ass and kissing her roughly. My hand on her neck pulls us apart and urges her out of the kitchen. “97, 96, 95 . . .” Skye’s rushed steps on the wood and up the stairs narrow down the hiding places. I distract myself from listening any further, so there’s still some thrill in our little game when I finally finish counting. “Ready or not, here I come.” It feels right to pick up where I left off with the game I started last time I was hunting in this house.

For having been a ghost for several months, I certainly didn’t move discreetly. Operating in the limitations of having a corporeal form was already foreign to me; she’ll definitely know I’m coming.I hope it makes her wet.

As quietly as I can, I enter her bedroom. My eyes scan the space I’m more familiar with than she could ever guess. Immediately, I notice that her duffle bag, usually under her bed, is sticking out slightly. My smile is so wide it’s painful as I creep around her room, pretending like I don’t already know exactly where she is. I can feel her eyes on me in the mirror and I fight the urge to meet her gaze, continuing my aimless perusal of her dresser. Despite the lingering chill in the air, my cock hardens by the second. I’m eager to sink myself into her, but one final tease is worth the wait. I walk pointedly toward the bedroom door and at the last second, I turn back and grab her ankles from under the bed.

“Wait, no!” Skye shrieks in surprise as I flip her on her back. My erection is painful as I watch her tits and stomach bounce with the force of it.

“Are you okay?” Concern flares within me, overriding the excitement.

“Yes.” She breathes heavily and lets out a delirious giggle. I want to capture the sound and take it back to Hell with me to keep me company. “Then, what’s the matter?”

“It’s my turn to pick the game. You’re an intruder, right?” She watches me closely, and I nod my agreement – in her eyes, I am. “I want to feel like your helpless victim.” Self-consciousness flickers across her features for a moment, but when I don’t object, she continues, “I want you to scare me while you fuck me.”

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