Page 36 of Perfect Chaos

My eyes flutter open; the amount of light still left in the sky causes my stomach to drop instantly. The blinding light from my phone screen indicates that it's 5:47 pm. I’m not going to make it to meet Ramos by six. I quickly shoot off a text to him, letting him know that I'll be there in forty minutes.

Grabbing my keys from the dresser, I slip on my shoes and rush out the door, making sure to engage the lock on my way out. Atlas’ Supra isn't in the driveway, so I assume he is still gone. The RS6 rumbles to life as I twist the key in the ignition. Throwing the car in drive, I peel out of the driveway and onto the main road. Of course, there is traffic on the way there. Even though I do ten miles per hour over the speed limit the entire way, I still hit every red light and don’t arrive at the meet-up spot at the old warehouse on time. I pull alongside Ramos’ Black MX-5, where he is already leaning against the hood, waiting for me. Checking the time, I realize I am thirty-two minutes late. Climbing out of the car, I join him where he is.

“Sorry, I’m late. I didn’t get much sleep last night. I ended up crashing out and oversleeping this afternoon.”

“No problem. I got everything you asked for.”

“How did you get everything so quickly?”

“I have my ways.” His lip twitches never really turning into a smirk but it’s as close as he gets to smiling.

“You always seem to magically make things happen.”

“Not magic, connections. If you need anything else, reach out.”

“You know I will. Thanks for getting everything so quickly.”

I climb back into the car, feeling like there is something important I’m forgetting. I take as many backroads back to the house as possible, avoiding all of the traffic I hit on the way here. This route is nine minutes longer according to maps, but not having to deal with the red lights and busy main roads makes the extra few minutes worth it.

The Supra is gone so I assume Atlas hasn’t come back yet. Making my way inside, I head straight to my room and plop down on my bed. Today has been exhausting and not sleeping last night doesn’t make it any better. I roll over, spotting the yellow-stitched LED mask. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. How could I forget that I am supposed to meet them at seven? I grab the mask and scramble back out the front door, rushing to my car. I speed towards Clarke Street, hoping I’m not too late.

Chapter Nineteen

Gavin

I park behind Atlas’ Supra. The sun is just now setting below the horizon. At least I know they are still here. I have a chance to find them. Knowing Atlas, he confirmed her safe word before everything started. With a word like spoon, it’s hard to forget it. My heart is beating out of my chest as I climb out of the car. I don't know if it’s from nerves or excitement, maybe both.

I slip the mask over my head, turning the switch powering the LEDs on. I hesitate for a moment before choosing what seems like the most obvious path and taking off in a sprint. I don’t know how far ahead they might be. Atlas probably already assumes I wasn’t going to show up. I still might not be sure that things will work out the way I want them to, but I know I couldn’t live with myself if I didn’t at least try.

I want to be here. I want her in my life.

I keep pressing forward, ignoring the way tree limbs snag on my clothes. My lungs begin to burn, not used to this amount of exertion. I almost give up when I see movement to my left. Something red flashes between two trees before disappearing in the dark. I alter my path, turning in that direction. Long, wavy brown hair whips around another tree. Ignoring the burning in my muscles, I run faster. A tree branch snaps beneath my feet, alerting her to my presence. Her head snaps in my direction, fear completely blowing out her pupils. It’s this moment when I understand why they do this. The thrill and excitement from her reaction alone is worth any amount of exhaustion from the chase.

She tries running faster, yet it does little to help her escape. I am right on her heels. My fingers brush against her skirt before she makes a right turn around a tree, slipping from my grasp. I push even harder. I am too close to finally getting what I want to let her slip through my grasp. My breaths come out labored as I gain distance. Almost there. She is only mere inches out of reach. Her hair tickles against my fingertips as I clench my fist around air yet again. Grabbing her seems impossible. She stumbles over what is probably a tree root. I use that to my advantage. Switching tactics, resorting to tackling her to the ground instead of trying to grab her. I use my forearms to brace most of her fall. I want to catch her but I would never want to hurt her.

She lets out a groan of pain. I can’t process anything past the feeling of her pinned below my body. It’s fucking heavenly and something I never thought I would have. My brain short-circuits. She uses my moment of distraction against me. Bucking me off of her back and scrambling to her hands and knees. My fist wraps into her shirt, pulling her back underneath me while trying to flip her onto her back. She kicks out at me, connecting with my jaw. It stuns me enough that she breaks free. Scrambling to my feet, we are off into another sprint. I didn’t expect catching her to be this hard or for her to put up this much of a fight; it only makes me want to do this more.

She tries to round another tree. I’m too close to her for it to actually work, so I opt to use it against her. Slamming into her, I squish her between me and the tree. The bark of the tree bites into her skin that’s not protected by her clothing. I thrust my hips into her. Using the force to keep her in place as I grapple for control of her wrists, pinning them above her head with one of my own. My dick is straining against my zipper, begging to be let out. I push further into her plush ass, earning a moan from her that is music to my ears. It's fucking exhilarating.

I pause to see if she will say her safe word before pressing forward. A part of me is anxious to initiate the first move, but I can’t hold back any longer. I’m teetering on the edge of insanity, no longer knowing if she will save me from it or push me further over it.

Not hearing her say her safe word, I slide her skirt up over her ass, landing a sharp slap against it. The way it jiggles against me is mouth-watering. I am half tempted to bite the round globe. I rip a hole in her fishnets, tearing the material until they look crotchless. The sound of the material shredding as I yank pushes me closer to snapping. I trail my hand around her waist, my fingers brush against something cold clipped to her right side—the pocket knife she always carries. I pull it free before flipping it open, using her own weapon to slice her panties from her body.

I maneuver her arms so I can pin them to the small of her back, allowing me the freedom to drop to my knees behind her. I pull her away from the tree just far enough to maneuver her how i want her. I keep her upper chest pressed to the tree pulling her hips towards me, forcing her to arch her back as I kick her feet apart, opening her up to me. I can visibly see how wet she is right now. Between that and how sweet her arousal smells, it’s intoxicating. My head dips between her legs, starting mid-thigh and trailing to her center, licking up her wetness as I go. A deep, gravely moan slips out of me when my tongue finally connects with her center. I swirl my tongue around her clit before licking a path around her entrance, up between her ass cheeks and back down. I don't want a single drop of her sweetness to go to waste. She squirms and wiggles against me, it only eggs me on to continue. I want to eat her out until she cums on my tongue. I want to be the reason she tips over the edge. I want to be the reason for her pleasure. I want her to be as crazy and desperate as me.

My tongue darts in and out of her opening before I replace it with three fingers. A gasp leaves her at the sudden intrusion; the way her pussy is gripping me makes me eager to slip my dick inside her, but I want her to cum first. I know once I am inside her, I won't last long. Her pleasure comes before mine. My tongue begins circling her clit, bringing her closer and closer to the edge as I curl my fingers, stroking her walls. Her small moans crescendo as she falls over the edge, her sweet taste coating my mouth and chin as she sags against the tree for support.

Unfortunately for her, this is only the beginning. I pause, giving her plenty of time to use her safe word before unzipping my jeans and pulling myself free. I run my fingers through her folds using her wetness to coat my length. I am trying to be patient; I really am. It’s hard when this is the first time I will be inside of her. Taking my sweet time with her is nearly impossible when fucking her has been on my mind since I met her.

Lining my length up with her entrance, I thrust my hips forward slowly. Sinking deeper inside of her inch by agonizing inch. The way she is squeezing me is making my head spin. For the first time in my life, I am seeing stars simply from the amount of pleasure I am currently feeling. I give her a moment to adjust to my size before I begin moving. I start with rolling my hips. Pulling out an inch or two before thrusting back in. My goal is to drive her mad, giving her just enough to build her release up without letting her go over the edge. I want to feel and enjoy her. I want to cherish her. I don’t want this to be over as quickly as it started.

I drag it out as long as I can before it becomes pure torture for us both. Once my pace becomes too much to maintain, I pick up speed. Making sure every thrust is deep and at the perfect angle to hit her G-spot over and over. She climaxes again, and I take that as my sign to finally let go. I thrust three more times before finishing inside of her. I stay inside of her just a second longer than i need to, soaking in this moment before taking a step back. I tuck myself back into my jeans, expecting her to need a break. I expect her to say something, but the moment I let go of her wrist, she takes off sprinting again. I guess next time I will have to fuck her good enough that her legs no longer work.

Maizyn

Seeing a man in a glowing yellow stitched LED mask when I was expecting the usual ghostface mask Atlas always wears definitely added to the scary factor of this game. My legs feel like jello. They barely support my weight, but I am not ready for this game to end yet. As soon as he lets me go, I take off in a sprint. Instead of looking where I am going, I am watching behind me to see how much ground I am making.

I collide into something warm and solid, Atlas laughing as strong arms wrap around me. My eyes snap to the person holding me. The black eyes of the ghost face mask that I am used to seeing staring back at me. No. No. No. If Atlas is here, who the hell is in the yellow mask? Another warm body fuses to my back, blocking any escape plan I thought I had.