Page 17 of Teach’s Hayride with the Baller

I gasped at the contact, arching up for him, and sucked back a disappointed cry when his touch disappeared.

Zack twisted, reaching away from me. I wrapped my legs tighter around his waist, unwilling to give up the feel of him grinding into me. His soft laugh sent shots of electricity through me. I moaned softly as he pressed back, and reached between us.

“Slow down, honey. You’re gonna make it damn hard for me to last for you," he murmured appreciatively.

Breeze whooshed past us, then darkness enveloped us again, blanketing out the little light I’d reclaimed. Blinking, I struggled to reconcile the new shape of him. One hand rose to tug back the hood on the robe, then he pulled it back over his head, wrapping it tight across his shoulders, and around us.

I breathed a little easier at the added layer of concealment—right until he notched his thick cock at my entrance. My lips parted, on a scream, or a protest, I wasn’t sure, but he surged inside, filling me in full. I pressed my lips together as he kissed me hard, sliding his tongue across the seam. I moaned softly, all too aware of the promise I’d made him as he seated himself deep and opened my mouth for him to fill that too.

Zack’s kisses were long and slow. I whined softly into his mouth, and earned a warning pinch at my side. Gently, I glided my tongue along his, using just the tip. But he didn’t move, keeping me stuffed, my legs spread around his hips, pinned to the wall. My pussy ached with him inside me, unmoving. I wanted more pleasure but the sheer size of him left me stretched. I rocked my hips up, anything to encourage him to fuck me, but that just earned me another pinch at my side.

One hand massaged my neck and I sighed, sinking into the fantasy he’d created, letting go of control a fraction. Which worked, right up until lights flickered on in the room we occupied, neons that lit a sort of path over his shoulder. I tugged on my bonds, but Zack pushed be harder against the wall, driving his cock deeper inside me. I swore my eyes rolled back at the increase of pressure. Zack ground against my clit, his hips pulsing almost infinitesimally, but every movement hit a spot inside me that set off a thousand sparks seared inside me. Heat radiated between us as the door downstairs opened and shut. Once, or more? I couldn’t keep track. Chatter drifted up to us as my fingernails bit into my palms. My eyes flickered open to find his locked on me. Our lips parted as he withdrew once, then glided back inside me. Again, then he filled me in and stopped.

More pulses that I swore were designed to drive me insane.

Or to make me come.

The way Zack pressed against me meant that he ground against my clit. The tiny bundle of nerves swelled and tightened. I pressed back in time with him, panting softly until we swallowed each other’s breaths. Heat washed over me, my skin prickling. Then he stilled and all that was left were the walls of my pussy contracting on his heavy cock.

I mewled softly as music started. His mouth slammed down over mine, muting the sound.

“Ooh, this is pretty,” someone cooed.

“The dark was alright but—shit, was that a bat?” another voice yelped.

“Canvas from last year’s tornado. I heard it nearly took the house.”

“Half the farms, too.” That person sounded disinterested. “Cost a huge amount in insurance claims.

Zack thrust shallowly inside me, rhythmic jerks of his hips that brought me back to the edge of orgasm. I squeezed my eyes shut, knowing what he was doing. I couldn’t let it happen. This wasn't what I’d wanted. It wasn't.

But it was. He knew exactly what I’d desired from the moment that I told him my fantasy, and worse, he made it happen. Because that was the thing about fantasies. They were never meant to be made real. And yet Zack had brought me here and turned a few words into a full blown real like erotic daydream. Nightdream? Whatever it was, the insides of my thighs were slick with my need, and he was thick enough to split me open.

And I wanted more.

I licked his lips between kisses, panting softly, and swirled my tongue across his. The head of his cock jerked inside me, and I cooed, lifting my hips as I flicked the tip of his tongue with mine. Okay, so he liked that. I wondered if I could make him come before I did? I squeezed his cock with my walls, rolling in a wave. He gripped me tight as a shudder rippled through him. Then Zack pulled out and slammed in, hard.

My head flew back, and I pressed my lips together tight. I promised. There was so much at stake here. The masks meant nothing if I was recognized or if someone came over. Besides, the cape only protected him. My legs still stuck out at angles and if someone looked close enough⁠—

“Are they fucking?” The disinterested dude definitely had an interest now. And he was closer. I gripped Zack’s cock harder with my pussy, urging him on. He didn’t slow down, just kept that same, infallible rhythm up, like clockwork.

Be my doll.

Oh, I got it. Letting my knees fix like stiff joints but my legs loosen, I moved with his body with the next thrusts, trusting Zack and the bonds to hold me up. My ankles jerked out like a puppet or a mannequin’s as he thrust back into me, always with that same steady rhythm, and dropped when he pulled out. Every thrust stole my breath and every withdrawal let me recover.

None of it brought me closer to orgasm.

“Stay away. It's just actors.”

“You know they aren't really going at it, right?”

“Can you imagine?”

The small crowd drew away, and Zack slid deep into me again, stilling. I panted softly against his mouth, letting him lead our kisses.

Is this what it's going to be like all night?

His mouth moved gently over mine, sweet and deep, until I hung boneless against him.