Page 63 of Who The Hell Are You?

“You were there with me. We messed around all weekend. You made me feel guilty and shitty.” The ghostface voice doesn’t hide how sad he sounds. I know Cass is pouting.

“I know baby and I’m so fucking sorry. You never told me to stop. Once I met you in real life, there was no way I was letting you go. As me, the real Miles and with the mask on. I love you so much and I will till my dying day. You’re everything. You are it for me. Baby please.” I choke up, more tears filling my eyes and I can’t take it anymore. He’s edged me for what feels like hours, I need to come.

“I love you with my entire soul now come for me, Love. Fill my ass up with your cum.”

As if on his command alone, the first shot of cum is painful, but then it’s utter euphoric. I sob as I explode inside him, panting and his moans only spur more out of me. A warm splash coats my stomach and I look down, seeing his untouched angry looking dick, painting me with thick ropes. He’s coming untouched. It’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen and I want to burn it to the back of my eyelids to watch forever.

”Baby.” I pant, clinging to him as he slows down, before stilling completely in my lap. The plastic of the mask pushes into the side of my head as he collapses, resting in the crook of my neck. Thankfully the headboard can take us both, because I’m too worn out to hold us both up.

“Do you want me to take off the mask?” The distorted voice rumbles and the juxtaposition of our situation makes a hoarse laugh escape my throat. I couldn’t stop the beaming smile, even if I tried.

Pressing my hands to his chest to hold him up, I rip the mask off. Cass is grinning, his skin flushed red and his hair is so wet it’s flat to his scalp. “Did I do good?” He croaks.

I smash my lips to his, taking his mouth, licking against his tongue and devouring him whole.

Smiling against me, he takes both my hands in his, running his palms over my wrists and back down to grab my fingers. He pulls away. “I wanted to make this Halloween memorable for you, so I planned all your favourite thriller movies out. Little Easter eggs all day, I hope you liked it.”

“You followed me home?”

He nods, beaming with pride over scaring the fuck out of me. “I did the rose petals because that episode of Buffy we watched the other day freaked me out. I also thought you making popcorn would have been perfect, but you weren’t falling for that whilst I rang you. I followed you around after class–very Halloween of me. I even got Micah to let me in so I could set some stuff up, he’s very good at keeping secrets.”

“I fucking love you. Best Halloween of my life.” I shake my head, smiling before kissing him.

“I love you too. Don’t piss me off again.” He mumbles against me, but I’m not easing up this time. I kiss him until our lips are numb, till we’re hard and he returns to bouncing on my dick.

Happy Halloween.

27

Iturned my Miley into an apologetic mess, begging to come with streams of tears running down his face before I finally allowed him to cum inside me. Then when we did it again, he flipped me over, slapped my ass cheeks and pounded so hard into me I think I saw the afterlife. Just briefly, before plundering straight into heaven when he fucked me straight into a second orgasm. My hole had clenched so hard around his cock he’d practically passed out the moment he came inside me. We’d collapsed onto the petals, covered in both of us, especially as his cum leaked out of me, which was hot as hell. Now I’d bottomed, I didn’t want to ever do anything else. I wanted his long, thick penis all for myself. Forever. Preferably always inside me.

He’d continued to say sorry for keeping his identity a secret, but I was more mad about him saying he loved me over messenger. He had asked me each time we interacted if I wanted him to take the mask off, and it was my stubborn self that had wanted to keep his identity a mystery. It would feel too real knowing who he was, especially if I didn’t like him. I should have seen the signs that it was Miles all along, especially when the only people who could have overheard my conversation with Grace in the bar, which feels like years ago already, could only have been one of her course mates on the table behind us. It was Miles who had leant her the dark romance book, I just didn’t realise that was the first time I had seen him, not when we collided outside of the coffee house. He always smelt the same too, spicy and autumnal. Like the pumpkin candle I bought him, with added cinnamon. His hoodie that had been draped over my desk chair this entire time smelt like them both, so I do feel a little stupid for not figuring it out sooner.

I’m trying not to berate myself, not only because he hates it, but also because that's not me anymore. I’m not some unsure, confused, blundering man. I’m Cassie, my true self that loves taking cock by the absolute love of my life. I’m obviously a hell lot more than that, but being with Miles has shown me who I really want to be in this life. Even my relationship with my masked stalker–I mean idiot boyfriend–brought out a side of myself that I’d always struggled to figure out, but he made me dive head first. I love myself, which means I have so much of it to pour into him.

It’s a couple days after Halloween, and I’m holding my phone above Miles’s naked body, whilst I run my tattooed hands across his pec and grab for his throat. He moans, visible on camera and I capture the way his turquoise eyes twinkle in the daylight. There’s no dark filters, no red hazy lighting; he’s beautiful and lovely for everyone to see. Even just seeing my hand on his body makes me look like a dark angel, taking what's mine as he groans underneath me.

Ending this clip I’ve filmed, I’m about to slide off his lap, when his hands clamp on my hips with a vise-like grip. We’re both only in our matching boxers, but I finally take notice of his thick erection pushing up against my ass. He’s been insatiable, taking me whenever he wants for days. We’ve been together the entire weekend and even now, we’ve only split for classes. The moment we’re done, it’s like a race to get back to one another. We’ve been to the gym, out for food, fucked in my bedroom, his bedroom, his living room when the guys were out, and now I think we’re about to have a repeat of our first time.

“Want me on top?” I smirk down at him, but I can already see he’s worked up from filming together. His skin is all flushed, he’s scorching to touch, so I run my nails down his chest, leaving white lines that have him bucking up against me again.

“No, I want to be on top. I want to see you.”

Oh. We’ve not done this yet, not when he’s been worried about my stitches. Before he can worry and change his mind, I flip us, using my weight to roll him on top of me. Grabbing the back of his neck, I bring him down onto me for a hard kiss. It’s frantic, my tongue lashes his, trying to convey all the love I feel for him in one kiss. I want to be deeper. I want to get so deep into him I become him. I’m feral, unable to comprehend how much I just feel for him.

“I fucking love you, so much Cassie.” He pants into my mouth, and I steal his air with another kiss.

Pulling away, I start to pull down my underwear, attacking his too until we’re both naked and our dicks meet.

“I’ve never loved anything as much as I love you. I’d give everything up for you. If you wanted to move to Japan and study rocks, I’d go with you.” I’m moaning, rubbing our dicks together, but Miles lets out a loud belly laugh that has him gasping, his chest rocketing back and forth into me.

“You–you’re something else. I can’t.” he says.

Smiling up at him, I grab a fist full of his hair and kiss him, licking his mouth, before staring into those eyes I adore so much.

“You need to fuck me right now. I’m going to die.”

Shaking his head, he grabs for the lube on the bedside table I just permanently leave out now and coats his fingers. “When did you become so sassy? I’ve created a monster.”