Page 140 of Under the Influence

I know I’m probably overreacting, especially after what Jovie said. She’s just in my head. I shake it off and turn in the opposite direction of the party, heading toward Carson’s room. I can go in there and get away for a minute, then I’ll be fine.

Just as I’m about to enter the room, Carson comes out.

“Hey,” I smile. “I was just going to hide out in here for a bit. This party kind of feels like being thrown to the sharks. Plus, I haven’t done the party scene in a while.”

He steps back, letting me by. I toss my hat onto his bed and watch as he shuts us inside. It’s darker than usual and I fall back onto his bed dramatically. I feel the bed dip next to me as he sits and turns to meet my gaze.

“You are cracking me up in that costume,” I laugh, sitting up to take his mask off, but he catches my hand. His touch is possessive beneath the gloves, not at all like Carson.

He pushes me back down to his bed, still gripping my hand, pinning it above my head. Immediately, I’m turned on. Not only is he dressed like freakin’ Spider-Man, but he’s playing the part well. This is a side of Carson I’ve never seen.

It feels like getting Carson and Nash at the same time. As crazy as that sounds, it makes sense to me.

Carson is everything Nash isn’t.

Nash is everything Carson isn’t.

My thighs part, and he settles between them.

I need this and it’s become clear that Nash is only interested in mind games.

His hands move to my hips, lifting me until the thickness beneath the suit is grazing my panties. My hands roam against him until they are on his neck.

He stops, grabbing my wrists and pulling them down.

“Carson, please.”

He grips my wrist tighter when hears me beg and reaches up with his other hand to lift his mask, just enough to expose his lips. I can’t really see them because it’s so dark. I stare at his silhouette, before I cave and take his lips against mine.

At first, it’s gentle but quickly replaced with possessiveness as he lifts both hands to the back of my neck and pulls me forcefully against his mouth. Greedily, I pull the suit off him, and shove his boxers down. He kicks them off and tilts my chin up to meet his face with his finger. I slip my hand around the hard length of his dick. Still he doesn’t speak, but I shrug it off as part of the character, taking it as a challenge. His hand grabs my wrist and the grip is tighter than expected.

I freeze.

It feels too comfortable and not at all how I’d expect Carson to act. He’s usually shy and this is surprising.

He spins me toward the bed and pins my hands over my head as he lifts the skirt of my costume up and slips my panties to the side. His finger grazes my entrance before pushing hard inside me, almost bruising as he pulls it back out and then twists it around to hit a spot that makes me whimper.

The sound causes him to lose control.

He pulls his fingers from inside me and takes them into his mouth before pulling my panties off completely and disappearing between my thighs.

He devours me, and with each swipe of his tongue, I shake more violently than the one before. I begin to ride his face, “Fuck, Carson.”

That only makes him lick harder, the sound of his name. He pulls his tongue agonizingly over my clit before replacing it with his fingers.

By this point my chest is heaving as I explode against his palm, riding it. When my legs are jello, he lifts me from the bed and I sink myself down onto his dick. He groans as he fills me, and I drag my thumb against his bottom lip before claiming his mouth again.

My heart rate picks up as we move rhythmically against each other. I reach up to take his mask off but he grabs my hand to stop me and fucks harder. Alarms go off inside my mind. I can’t help it but imagine this is how it would feel with Nash and the second I let my mind go there. Like he’d actually be sick enough to do this to me, it makes sense.

“Nash…” I trail off, unable to stop.

His hand grips the back of my neck, “Fuck, Princess.”

Everything is so euphoric, I wonder if I’m imagining this and nothing is actually happening. That it wasn’t just his voice that maybe I am with Carson and my mind is just fucking with me. It doesn’t matter because my mind has already been made up. We both moan collectively as we ride out our orgasms and I don’t push for him to take the mask off.

I think I knew from the first time he kissed me.

Time has passed, but I’m not exactly sure how much. I am still coming down off of an incomparable high. I look over at him, mask still pulled over his face but his body hidden beneath the sheets. My costume lies in a pile on the floor, and I pick it up, slipping it back on.