My gaze caught the sight of a mask, and I snatched it and turned it over in my hand. It was completely black, but there were upraised parts of the mask that made me wonder. Across the eyes were two X’s, the nose had a small semi-circle, while the mouth had what appeared to be stitches, some of which were straight lines while others were crosses. At the back of the mask where the forehead sat was a button, and curious, I switched it on.
The upraised plastic lit up in a neon green. My stomach warmed, a corded pleasure winding its way through me like a rope of desire, settling low and close to my balls. My dick twitched.
Sam stopped beside me, staring from the mask to my face.
“What is this?” I asked, raising the plastic in my hand. “A Halloween costume?”
He shook his head, pen at the ready as he wrote on his notepad.
The truth?
I nodded, not sure if I could speak.
I went to Pleasant Beach West University. It has a long history. There’s a group there, made up of what they deem losers. Kind of like a frat but not. They hate frats. This group wears these masks and hunts students who cause major problems. Bullies. Rapists. Those who drug others without permission. Etc.
When I was done reading, he licked his lips and kept writing.
I was part of that group. They became my family. After you finish your degree, you keep the mask as a sign of respect for doing your duty as one of them.
Why did I find that so hot? My dick twitched harder and I swallowed as lust took a grip on me and my imagination went wild. I thought about Sam in the mask, silent and dangerous, and my dick went from half hard to a full-blown boner in seconds.
His gaze dipped down to my crotch and his eyebrows shot up.
“You should wear this,” I said, a little breathlessly. “Maybe ....” God, I was nuts. “Without a shirt.”
Sam’s pupils contracted, his irises seemingly growing wider the longer he stared at me. He dipped his fingers under the hem of his shirt, and I watched, unable to look away as he tookoff his top and threw it on the ground, leaving behind his bare chest. His pecs tightened under my perusal, and I let out a slow, shuddery breath.
He held out his hand and I slipped the mask into it. He smiled before he slid on the lit up mask, and all at once, I was on fire. Everything slowed around me, and every fragment of my body focused on him.
He reached inside the cabinet and pulled out a baseball bat, and it looked eerily like the same one he’d used on the three douchebags who’d chased me. His breathing deepened, his chest rising and falling in quick succession as he slapped the bat against his open palm. A word slipped from behind the mask, so gravelly and rough that I nearly came when it reached my ears. “Run.”
I moved before my brain caught up. I spun on my heel and dashed back up the stairs. I slipped on one of the steps and banged my shin, but despite the agony that swept through me, I got up and kept going.
I raced up the staircase to the second floor and made a split-second decision to rush into the guest bedroom and hide in its closet. I threw open the doors and shut them behind me, pressing myself into the corner so I was small as possible. My heart hammered and my dick throbbed, the adrenaline feeding every ounce of my desire with more fuel. My stomach fluttered and jitteriness spread in each limb of my body, firing up a hunger for more of...this, whatever this was.
The bedroom door creaked, and I slapped a hand over my mouth to stop a gasp from escaping. I stayed as still as I could while his footsteps echoed through the empty room. My heart sounded like thunder in my ears. Could he hear it? He paused somewhere outside the closet, and I brought my knees to my chest. Waiting.
Then, he was gone again, the door closing behind him.
I crawled out of the closet, checking to make sure the coast was clear before I rose.
Athumpbehind me made me jump and I turned. He was still in the room, the baseball bat slapping against his palm while his head cocked to the side. I yelled, nearly running into the closed door before yanking it open and taking off down the stairs again. He was right behind me, not giving me the chance to hide this time.
My hard-as-nails dick smacked against my upper thigh as I raced back down the basement stairs with Sam right on my tail. There was no escaping him. He’d found me.
I spun toward him as I came to a stop near the table at the side of the room. I held up my palms, chest heaving as he came to a stop in front of me. My dick surged, almost like it was reaching out to him, begging for a touch or a suck.
“Please, don’t kill me,” I whispered, ignoring the thick desire that coated my tone. “I’ll do anything you want.”
He cocked his head from one side to the other and swung the bat over his bare shoulder, letting it rest there. His muscles rippled.
I stepped forward carefully, reaching out to smooth my fingers along the ridges of his abs. He grunted, and I gasped.
“What do I need to do to live?” I fluttered my eyelashes and swept my fingers lower until I brushed them over the waistband of his jeans.
He seized my upper arm and spun me around, shoving me against the table. I moaned when he pressed the length of the bat horizontally over my shoulders, keeping me constrained against the table. He hooked his fingers into the back of my sweatpants and ripped them down to my thighs. I didn’t have underwear, and my ass was bare for his feasting gaze. I couldn’t see him, but I felt and heard him move. The bat stayed on my shoulders, but I hissed when something wet teased my hole.
Lube? When the fuck did he get lube?
