Page 23 of All Hallows' Haunt
“I think you’re too tall for this ride. You might have to leave and wait.”Her fucking attitude…I love it.
“I would sooner lose a foot in height than skip this.” I took a seat beside her and pressed the buttons to start. The numbers appeared on the screen with a frame to make sure we were centered.
She moved in close, resting her head on my shoulder and smiling. It was innocent enough, and I’d give her at least one normal photo. The shutter clicked and the countdown started again. She sat up and started to pose with a silly flair, but I grabbed her throat and pressed my nose to her temple. She faced the camera, completely caught off guard and unable to move.
“I’m gonna fuck you right here, Sienna,” I whispered as the countdown flashed one. She gasped and the camera shutter clicked again. I twisted her face to mine and committed it all to memory. A picture would never do her justice. “You’ll always be mine, Sienna.”
The timer beeped and after the shutter, the last photo started its process.
I pressed my lips to hers and felt her fingers wrap around my wrist as she accepted it and let me in. I’m sure the camera went off at some point, but I was so lost in her that everything around me faded.
“Everett,” she panted. “We have to buy the photos or they’ll be deleted.”
“Oh, yeah.” I pulled out my phone and waved it over the sensor. It beeped and the sound of a printer started. I picked her up off the bench and had her stand. “Pants off, now.”
She kicked her shoes off and pulled the leggings over her ass and down her thighs. I unbuckled my belt and unzipped my pants, freeing myself just enough. She straddled me without hesitation and sat so she barely brushed over the head of my cock.Fucking tease.I grabbed her hips, desperate to feel her around me again. She wrapped her arms around my neck and threaded her fingers in my hair. Her eyebrow arched and she cocked a grin like she was in charge.
She was, but I wasn’t giving her the satisfaction this time.
She moved her hips again, and when she positioned herself, I brought her down onto me. I thought I was prepared, but the feeling of being completely seated inside her took over me. I shuddered as my head fell to her shoulder and a hiss left my teeth.
“This isn’t going to be a long and wild fuck.” I groaned. She started moving in a figure eight, taking my length and coming back down in the process. I really wasn’t going to last with the overexertion from earlier. “Fucking hell, yes,” I whined. I braced my back and met her strokes as I snapped my hips up. Moving faster, I pinned her hips between my hands.
“EverettEverettEverett,”she screamed. Exhaustion softened her brow, and her mouth was parted as she whispered nonsensical praises. Her pussy tightened and her thighs twitched.
“Sienna, look at me, please.” I cradled her face with one hand, keeping her steady with the other. She blinked open and focused on me. I lost myself in her again. My chest cracked with the immensity of this connection and knowing she was fleeting. I brought her a breath closer and let her take over with a gentle, more intimate pace.
“I—”
“I know,” I interrupted her. I tamped down the feeling burning through my core. “Sienna, there’s no one after you.” I kissed her. “There’s nothing I want more, nothing I need more thanyou.” A tear fell, and it started a chain reaction. My chest heaved, and I couldn’t contain it any longer. I came with enough force to knock me on my ass. “I’m yours,” I grunted. My cum filled her and pushed around my cock, dripping out of her. I couldn't hide the hurt that twisted my face. I pressed my forehead to hers. “I will only be yours, please.” Another tear slid down my nose and dropped onto hers.
“Ev…”
Sienna
I wasin desperate need of a shower and a change of pants. Everett was created to ruin me. I was a mess physically and emotionally. Wrapping my head around his feelings, my feelings,us,was near impossible. I wanted to believe all the sweet things he whispered tonight. I wanted to jump, but that faith was different.
“Can I hold your phone?” he asked after we left the photo booth and passed a few vendors. I fished it from my pocket and set it in his open palm. He held the four-photo strip and quickly ripped it in half.
“Everett!” I exclaimed, in pure shock he would rip our photos after such a confession.
“Hold on, hold on.” He pocketed the last half of the photos and popped the clear case off my phone. He placed the top strip facedown and laid the phone on top gently before pressing the sides back into the grooves. He handed me the phone and held a finger up for me to wait.
His phone appeared, along with the bottom strip of photos, and he did the same thing with his clear case. He reached out, the phone dwarfing in his massive hand. The screen was bright before he flipped it over. I followed suit and flipped mine, holding it out.
Another claim. A verypublicclaim.
He didn’t say another word as he pocketed his phone and kept walking. His hand slipped in mine, and we let the silence expand as we closed the distance between us and the exit. It wasn’t awkward, but it wasn’t content and pleasurable.
It was thick.
It was sad.
We turned at the fork and my phone buzzed again. I knew it was one of them asking about leaving. I kept it in my pocket because pulling it out would mean looking at our photos—his beautiful smile and the way he looked at me like nothing else existed. No, I kept it in my pocket because I wasn’t strong enough to face my doubts head-on.
I was also too weak to process the future regret I’d feel.
The gates appeared when we crested the hill. He slipped his hand from mine but asked, “Can I have your phone again?”
