“Yeah it dips down colder quic-” Mikah’s eyes widen but before I can question what caught their attention I feel an arm slide around my front and I’m being pulled back toward a hard surface. I know who it is before he speaks. Just by the way he’s holding me, I know it’s Monty at my back. My heartbeat picks up when I feel his lips brush against my ear as he whispers quietly, “Ours.” Then he straightens and holds out his hooked hand to Mikah.
“What’s up, I’m Monty.” he introduces himself, fingers flexing over my stomach briefly as Mikah’s black nail polished hands wrap in his.
“Mikah, I go by They/Them.” They say, nodding their head towards the house, “This your party?”
“It is, are you having a good time?” Monty replies, and I look up at him confused. He’s being so casual and not his usual goofy self. He’s not being rude, he just sounds off.
“I just got here, I was going to show up with a few of my buddies but they all bailed on me. I already told Evie I was coming so I just came solo.” They look at their nails briefly before looking back up and making eye contact with Monty.
“Yeah, I met Mikah on my birthday when Harper and I went to Bearclaw. We met at the bar when we were waiting for our table. They had a couple drinks with us, and made sure I was okay after that asshole caused a scene.” I try to remind Monty, but I know that night changed a lot for us so he doesn’t have to think too hard.
“Right, I remember you mentioning them now. Thanks for being there for our girl when we couldn’t be.” Monty’s posture relaxes slightly, “Make sure you eat some of the food in there or else I’m going to be eating leftovers for a week.”
Mikah looks at me and raises their eyebrow at me, and I just shrug my shoulders. He slowly makes his way toward the back door. “I’ll do just that, thanks boss.” They look pointedly at me and continue, “I’ll see you later, we need to catch up.” They take one more look at Monty and then disappear into the house.
I lean against Monty’s chest and look up at him. His eyes are already on me, and I can’t help the chuckle that leaves me as I take him in again, “That wig is fucking atrocious Monty.” I tell him honestly. “Aren’t you overheating with that thing on your head?”
Using his hook hand he scratches his temple as a discomfort flashes over his face. “Well yeah, but it’s a costume party. I can’t take my costume off yet.”
“I think people will forgive you if you remove your wig.” I tell him honestly, because I truly don’t think anyone will care whether or not he’s wearing that thing or not.
“I guess so, but it takes away from the illusion. Captain Hook never had dirty blond hair, it was long black, curly hair.” He tells me, and I can’t tell if he’s this dedicated or if he’s fucking with me.
“Well no but– Monty, that’s not the point I was trying to get at. If you’re hot, take the wig off.” I turn in his arms so I’m facing him instead.
He thinks about it for a minute before reluctantly taking the wig off, then follows with a groan of appreciation as the cool air hits his head.
“See? Much better right?” reaching up I run my hand through his hair but instantly regret it when I feel how soaking wet it is. “You should have done it sooner, your hair is soaked.”
“I know, but honestly I was busy walking around and talking to everyone. I didn't realize how bad it got until I came out here and saw someone with their hands on you.” I raise my eyebrow, “I didn’t realize they were just your friend. I’m sorry.” Hesays sheepishly.
“Were you jealous?” I ask seriously, because jealousy isn’t an emotion I’d think he would show.
Monty’s thumb skims my jaw before he traces my bottom lip with the faintest of touches. His eyes dilate slightly as he fixates on my lips. “I was.” He answers honestly and my mouth drops open in shock. He gently puts pressure on my bottom lip. “Don’t act so surprised, the only people I want touching you are me or Jojo. We don’t share Evie.”
He doesn’t let me reply before I’m being pulled into such an intoxicating kiss, that I wouldn’t be able to tell you today’s date. My hands return to his hair and I grab two handfuls of the damp mess. The length now almost reaches his shoulders. Something I didn’t think I would be attracted to but the way Monty lets his hair flow down, he pulls it off very well, especially when he throws it up into a bun.
I quickly pull back and look over his shoulder at the party going on in the house.
His lips trail down my jaw and I tilt my head to give him more access. He sucks on the spot where my neck and shoulder meet, causing a full body shiver to take over. My eyes grow heavy with need, but I snap myself out of it and take a step back.
“We can’t. Not while anybody can look out the door and see us out here.” I pant, the cold no longer affecting me as much as it was before.
Monty only stands there for a minute before grabbing my hand in his and pulling me around the back of the house. “Over here.” Is all he says as I struggle to keep up behind him.
“Monty, slow down, I have little legs.” I huff out, trying to move faster. Monty stops abruptly, which causes me to collide into his back with a squeak. In the next moment he spins around and then my whole body is thrown forward.
All I can see before me is the ground and the brief shape of Monty’s ass underneath his costume. Resting my hands on his lower back to keep myself steady. I recognize the pathway that’s between the garage and main house. When he starts to go up the stairs I know that he’s taking us to the loft.
He makes quick work to open the door and then the world moves as I’m placed back onto my feet. When the door is shut and locked Monty closes the distance and crashes his lips to mine. Winding my arms around his neck he bends forward and grabs under my knees. Lifting me until I wrap my legs around his hips.
In a few steps Monty has me placed on the counter and he drops to his knees. Spreading my legs apart he runs his hands up my thighs where he can probably see the wet spot on my tights. A whimper escapes me when he leans forward and runs his tongue along my costume. Feeling the heat of his tongue but nothing else sparks a fire in me.
There’s too much between us, I wish I didn’t wear these stupid tights so all he had to do was shift my panties to the side.
An audible rip echoes in the otherwise quiet room, and cool air washes over my center before Monty yanks my panties to the side and dives in. I suck in a gasp, finding my balance by gripping both hands on the counter.
Using his free hand he slides his finger through my wetness before sliding two fingers in. The intrusion shocks my body, but I quickly open up to him and find myself rolling my hips in sync to his thrusts.
