Page 46 of Trick or Treat
“The irony, huh?” I playfully bump her shoulder, still gripping her hand tightly.
“So, do you want to play, Scarlett? All you have to do is run to my building and hope I don’t catch you." I lick my lips, watching her eyes follow my tongue.
“I’m a little drunk, though. I don’t know how well I’ll be able to run.”
“Give it a shot.” I let go of her hand and shoved her back, urging her to run towards my building.
Even if the distance is only a block, the chase is still half the fun. I simply stroll behind her as she runs, her black hair flying wild in the wind. Watching her ass jiggle in the tight pants she chose to wear, I palm my erection over my pants, getting myself ready for when we get inside.It’s a good thing the guys are at the Mausoleum tonight. I don’t want anyone interfering with what I’m about to do to my little toy…
Scarlett
Other than the copious amounts of alcohol coursing through my veins, I’m not sure what made me agree to Nixon's game, but here I am, running down the sidewalk, attempting to beat him back to his apartment. I ignore the bitter wind on my face and breathe through my nose, trying to keep my chest from hurting from the cold invading my lungs. I’m not sure what causes me to turn around, but I do. And when I do, he’s nowhere to be found.
It’s dark, Scarlett. That’s why. He’s still coming.
I continue to run in the pitch black, attempting to stay in the dim glow of the fading streetlights, using them as a guide. I sigh with relief as I approach his building and note how close it is, realizing it’s not far. Although the wind on my cheeks is cold, it soothes my hot body and helps to lessen the heat that’s rushing through me.
As I turn to look behind me, I hear footsteps but see nobody.What happened to him?Coming to the front of the apartment, I grab the stair railing and hunch over, trying to catch my breath after the short run. My vision is obstructed by my hair, and I can’t see anything, but a chill runs down my spine as I sense someone approaching me. As I turn around, a hand is placed over my mouth, and I am yanked against a firm chest. I recognize Nixon as the person holding me by the potent, woodsy scent, so I unwind in his firm embrace as he drags me inside the structure.
“Gotcha,” he growls in my ear, nipping at my lobe. “That wasn’t so bad, was it?” he growls again, this time in hushed tones, dragging me down the hall with him.
With his hand clamped over my mouth, I shake my head, still unable to speak. For some reason, I’m not afraid, though. He leads me into his apartment, closing the door behind us while his hand remains firmly placed over my mouth. I don’t resist as he drags me toward his bedand throws me on, quickly taking my clothes off. He takes a step back to admire my naked body, making me shiver and feel small beneath his intimidating gaze as he removes his own clothes.
“I chased you, Scarlett…” he says with a seductive tone and climbs onto the bed, hovering his entire body over mine. “...and now I’m going to taste you.”
He seizes my lips, wildly lashing his tongue against mine, while his hands slide down my body, exploring my breasts and cupping them firmly. I part my legs for him, and he wiggles his body between them, his cock pressing against my aching pussy.
Thinking this is my first time, I arch my back into his touch, relishing the pleasure he’s inflicting on my body. But when his lips move from my mouth to my neck and continue kissing down my body until he comes to a halt at the mound between my thighs, he looks at me and winks, completely throwing me off.
“What are you doing?” I ask, heavily panting.
"Tasting how sweet you are, just as I promised." He smiles as he reaches for my clit, tugging it between his teeth.
I grab his hair and pull it as he flattens his tongue, lapping up the moisture dripping from my pussy as I writhe beneath him on the bed.
“I thought…” My words trail off as he eases his fingers into me, slowly stretching me out while his teeth brutally tug on my clit.
“You’re not ready for what I have, Scarlett,” he says confidently, concentrating on devouring my pussy and making my eyes roll back.
My hips buck up against his face, chasing the sensation of his fingers inside me and his tongue tickling my pussy lips. I keep my hands tangled in his dark touseled locks, guiding him where I want him, the build of my orgasm beginning in my core with the flick of his tongue. My back arches once more, but he presses his palm against my stomach, firmly securing me to the mattress. He rolls circles over my clit using the tip of his tongue, ripping hoarse moans from my throat that echo throughout his room.
His lips and chin glisten in the light with my wetness every time he lifts his mouth from between my thighs, giving me an embarrassed blush as I throw my head back against the pillow. He inserts his fingers deep into my pussy, prodding me with them as they curl up against my spot. My legs shake as the tips of his fingers press against the magical area, and I try to lock them tightly around his head. He pushes them open roughly, shoving my trembling thighs against the mattress as he licks me faster.
I chase his touch once more as he pumps his fingers more vigorously and deeply, feeling my climax taking hold and the muscles in my stomach beginning to tighten. I yank on his hair as he bites on my clit, the first wave of pleasure ripping through me, soaking his lips in my glistening cum. He puts his mouth to my opening, removes his fingers, and starts sucking my juices out of me, sending my body into convulsions as another wave of pleasure renders me useless.
As my climax surges through me with full force, I arch my back and pull his hair, holding his mouth against my pussy the entire time. When he comes up for air, he smiles and licks his lips in satisfaction.
“You taste so fucking good. That’s that virgin pussy, Scarlett. You haven’t been tainted by a cock yet… which makes you even more delicious.” He crawls up my body and seizes my lips, leaving a taste of myself on my tongue as he ravages my mouth once more.
“What if I wanted to have sex?” I ask, hesitantly, when he breaks the kiss so we can catch our breath.
He sits up beside me, chuckling, lighting a cigarette and scanning my naked body with dark, hungry eyes, as if contemplating taking my virginity.
“As much as I’d love to fuck you for the first time… I can't." His voice is laced with resentment as he puffs on the cigarette, sending a thick cloud of gray smoke toward the open window.
“Why? Is there something wrong?” Suddenly feeling self-conscious, I sit up and grab the blanket to covermy body.
“No, there’s absolutely nothing wrong with you.” He grins, yanking the blanket down to reveal my body once more.