Page 92 of Feel Free to Scream

Keller thrusts in. I’m not as wet as usual, so he fills me so hard, I suck in a breath.

Pen’s right there. There are half a dozen boys close behind us.

Keller is brutal. He’s not moving like he cares if anyone hears the seat creaking, let alone any noises that might escape my mouth, covered by both my hands. I lean forward, folding myself to hold it all in, but all that does is deepen his angle. My feet find the floor, and he uses my semi-stability as an excuse to stand up and just…fuck me. Hard. Fast. Right in the middle of the movie theater.

Fuck, fuck,fuck. That’s what I get for playing with fire.

One glance toward Pen, and I see she knows. She’s holding herself too stiffly, and still glancing back occasionally. The joking boys behind no longer are kidding around. Fuck. What if anyone has a phone? But even losing my mind, getting fucked within an inch of my life, it occurs to me no one would actually recognize the two of us in the dark, if this was recorded. Except maybe by Pen, but she’s not filming. The guys at the back won’t see anything.

I give up. There’s no containing the moans. And after the first has escaped me, my pussy starts to soak him. I can’t deny it. This is…hot. Very, very hot. And I’m going to come right here at the theater, rather than watch this movie. I’m so, so close.

But then, Keller withdraws his cock, and sits back down.

Shocked, I stare back at him over my shoulders, my dress high on my waist, my entire ass exposed by the bits of black string Dez considers panties.

Keller’s grasping his cock, leisurely stroking it. “What? I’m a man of my word.”

Oh, he fucking didn’t.

He turns towards his sort of cousin. “See? Could have. Didn’t.”

Markus chuckles.

Half shocked, half pissed, and an extra twenty percent embarrassed, I return to my seat, muttering.

Except, Dez is no longer next to me: she’s on her knees in front of Markus, sucking him, licking him, and blowing him so thoroughly, I should honestly take notes—for when I’m back to wanting to worship Keller’s cock rather than kick it.

At first, I’m watching out of surprise, then curiosity about what she does—licking it all the way down to the balls, cupping them, that sort of thing. But then, there’s no denying that I’m getting rather worked up watching them. I think that’s what Keller meant when he said he likes showing and looking. Apparently, so do I.

Let’s just say I’ll need to rewatch the movie, because Markus has no problem making Dez come again and again, and it’s quite simply a lot more interesting that whatever’s on screen.

There’s a fire inside me begging for attention by the time the credits roll.

“Eleven,” Keller whispers. “Time to try on your mask.”

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KELLER

She laughs, and I smile back.

“A ghost.”

The white mask, with a pink neon bow, is undeniably shaped like a cute, girly Casper. I had it made for her this week, not expecting to need it just yet.

“I love it,” she assures me, putting it on before taking my arm for support.

We walk into the wyvern den together hand in hand, their usual party in full swing, but tonight, we head directly to the first floor, Dez and Markus behind us.

They wear identical masks, black and blood red. There’s no subtlety with those guys.

I’m glad we got in in time to enjoy the masquerade. It’s not even half past eleven. Thirty minutes of driving my woman wild.

“Oh my god.”

I look around, trying to see it with fresh eyes.

If the basement of the Vesper House is set up like a night club, the first floor of the Wyvern House is an all-boys club. And no wonder; until Dez, they never had a female resident. Leather seats, wood paneling, soft lighting, a fully equipped bar at the back, this one manned by Cynthia, not Luke.

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