Page 27 of Who The Hell Are You?

I shoot streaks of cum all over his hand and it dribbles down his length. He uses it to jerk us faster and it’s an endless stream.

“That's it Baby, fucking let go for me. You love it, you look so good squirting all over us. It feels so good doesn't it?”

Nodding, I bite my lip to try to keep in the moans begging to be released. Harris and Em could come home any moment, but that's the last thing I'm thinking about. A noise rips out of his chest and he starts coming, my spent dick twitching as he covers me in his load. I don't know where his cum starts and mine ends, but uncurling his hand, he uses his thumb to rub the mix of both of us into my tip.

Fuck that's hot.

Moaning, I fall back into my bedroom door, my muscles completely loose and my mind is blissful. It's never felt like this before, and a dopey smile tries to creep onto my face whilst I catch my breath.

“Did you like your reward?”

I nod.

“Do you want me to take off the mask?”

I pause, knowing I need to push past the afterglow and really give this thought. If I say yes and he takes off the mask, this could be the end of the fun. It would become…too real.

I shake my head. “No. You said one hundred thousand followers and then we unmask ourselves.”

The mask tilts. “Not if I win, but ok. If that's what you want, Baby.” He strokes the side of my face with the hand that isn't covered in cum, before running the other over my pelvis, wiping our joint cum into my skin and happy trail.

Scoffing, I look down at the mess. “Thanks.”

Tapping my cheek softly, he steps back and tucks himself away. “Go take a shower.”

With the sex fueled fog clearing, I want to disobey, but I do really want to get clean. Tucking myself in too, we both zip up our jeans and even though I can barely see anything in the warm glow from outside, I can't make out anything that would identify him. We just stand there for one long awkward second, before he closes the space between us and presses his fingers into my chest so I’m flat against my door.

“Don’t let your ex touch you again. You don't want me to punish you.” The distortion makes that all the more terrifying.

Nodding, I reach up to touch the fingers on my chest and I feel that electricity again when I brush his skin. We stay like that for a few more seconds. Giving my finger a squeeze, he pulls me away from the door and doesn't look back when he opens it.

He's gone; soft footsteps sounding down the stairs and I hear the front door. I still don't know how he got in, but once I've showered I'll figure out just how he got inside. Emery sometimes accidentally leaves the back door open and I'll throttle him if he's done it again.

10

The next morning I receive a text from Cass. My first thought is that he’s figured it out and it’s all over. Last night was the hottest moment of my life, but all good things do come to an end. I just didn’t think it would be this short lived. When I’d gotten home, still before Teddy and our other house mate Micah—he’s a dancer who surprisingly parties hard—I couldn’t bring myself to wash away what had happened. I smelt completely of him, especially in his t-shirt that I slipped on so that he wouldn’t recognise my clothes. Everything was a blur the moment Grace touched him on the dance floor, and luck was on my side when I found Harris’s keys in his jacket, laid on the seats we’d claimed. I couldn’t rely on their backdoor being unlocked again. I left the keys on their little kitchen table, so hopefully no one put two and two together, or he thought he’d lost them at the club.

I’ve only been up for an hour, but I couldn’t sleep at all waiting to see if he figured out it was me. At one point I convinced myself I’d gone too far and was ready to call him, but he’d asked me to touch him. He didn’t want me to take the mask off. Cass wanted me masked just as much as I wanted him. Trying to tame my stuttering heart, I take my phone off charge and open the text notification.

Cassie: Hey Miley, hope you’re feeling ok! Sorry I didn’t say goodbye last night, I couldn’t find you in the club. Do you fancy grabbing a coffee today? I know the perfect place.

Ok, so maybe I have nothing to worry over.

I’m unable to play it cool, so I text him back immediately and start to get dressed. Even though I didn’t want to, I did shower last night, so once I’ve buttoned up one of my smarter shirts—nicer than a coffee date requires—I brush my teeth, shove my boots on and fling myself into a cord jacket as I run out of the house. Our student digs aren’t far from one another or the city center, but insanely one minute not in his company seems like a minute wasted.

“Hey Miley!” Cass waves me over from the cute spot he’s chosen in the bookstore. A few years ago they renovated the upstairs into a coffee shop, and the boy is smart because it’s one of my favourite places. Many times I’ve purchased a book downstairs and spent hours up here, fuelling my sugary drink addiction and reading.

“Hey you.” I fall into his arms as he stands to hug me, and something feels different than when we went for coffee after the gym. We linger longer, and it’s only when someone scrapes their chair back when they leave, that I reluctantly let him go. He’s grinning and I’m smiling when we both sit.

“So, again I’m really sorry I didn’t say goodbye last night. I hope you didn’t think I ditched or anything, I was having a really good time.”

I wave my hand in the air, shouldering off my brown jacket. His eyes dash over my shirt and he almost looks appreciative. Yeah something is definitely different now. “Don’t worry about it, I had a really good night too. What’s this? Did you buy a book?” I point to a paper bag with the bookstores logo stamped on it.

He blushes a deep crimson, kind of the same colour he turned when I was pumping his cock.

Stop right now you fuckhead. Do not get hard in a coffee shop!

“I…bought you something.”