Page 40 of Sweet Dreams

“Do it.” I hold the bottom of my hoodie up.

Her shaky hands work their way to my waistband and slowly undo the button. “I hate you. I’ll neverforgive you, and I hope I never see you after today.” She mutters as she pulls my pants down.

I’m afraid that my masked days are going to be behind me. Teagan will never trust it again. But right now, that’s the least of my concerns. I push her head closer and hold my dick for her, running it along her lips. As I look into her eyes, she glares up at me, and I gently pat her cheek with the tip of my dick.

“Suck.” I tap on her lips, waiting for her to open.

She opens wide, and I slip in, feeling the warmth of her mouth. Holding her head, I thrust deep, listening to her gag; her hands push against my thighs the more I fuck her mouth. I pull out and watch the drool run down her chin. Once she sucks in a deep breath, I push back into her mouth again. I press her face to its limit until she gags again. Fuck, this feels amazing. I pull out, and her hand circles around my shaft, stroking it slowly, almost painfully slow.

I let go of her hair and gently run my fingers along the curve of her jaw. I can't help but be captivated by how beautiful she is. With care and gentleness, I tilt her head back and bring my face closer, allowing my mask to brush against her forehead lightly. I switch off the light, enveloping us in darkness. Her hand tightens around my dick, and her breathing picks up.

“Shh, you’re safe.” I try to reassure her. I’m at the point where if she figures out who I am, I wouldn’t care. When her breathing goes back to normal, I thrust my hips forward.

“Do you have something with getting off in public?”

I’m beginning to think it’s just being with her that gets me off; it doesn’t matter where I am. It has to be with her and no one else. And if I didn’t know any better, she also has a thing for public play. I push her backward onto the ground and slowly sit up, moving my hands to her waistband. She snatches my hand, stopping me.

“I don’t want to be fingered.” I cock my head to the side, somewhat confused. “I want more.”

She has been opposing me throughout this whole time, and now she is demanding more. Talk about whiplash. I unsnap her jeans and pull them down to her thighs. Lifting her legs onto my shoulders, I move in closer. I didn’t wait for her to be ready; I drove into her, sinking deep with one firm thrust.

She clutches my hoodie, dragging me closer. She moans when I hit her g-spot; I withdraw inch by inch and drive in hard, making her back bow and her muscles clamp down.

“Keep it down, Sweets.” I pull out and slam in again. She bites on her bottom lip, trying to keep quiet.

As I lower my hand next to her head, pushing her legs even further back, and my knees press into the dirt below me. Feeling her breath on my neck through the balaclava, wishing I could feel her skin against mine once more. Voices grow louder to the left, and her body stiffens.

I pick up the pace, and when her moans start, I cover her mouth. I’m ready to blow, but I need Teagan to finish first. Running my hand down her thigh to her pussy, I find her clit and rub; with a powerful breath, she inhales the skin of my hand as her moan is muffled. I press my thumb firmer, making her walls clamp down on my dick. I keep a steady pace of thrusting and rubbing. Her eyes clamp shut, and her thighs shake as she comes around my dick.

I quicken up my movements when I feel myself close. I drop her legs, slip out of her pussy and, wrap my hand in her hair, pull her face up.

“Open.” She opens her mouth, and I slip in and come down her throat. “Good girl.” I wipe her lips and, sticking my finger in her mouth, she sucks it clean without me saying anything. I stand, tucking myself back into my pants.

“Don’t fuckingleave me alone in the dark again, you asshole.”

I turn around, ignoring her. If I hang around, it’s harder to disappear. Doesn’t she understand that? You can’t be a stalker and be a gentleman. I casually weave through the cornstalks, eager to create a bit of space between us. Once I feel like I'm safely out of reach, I smoothly remove my masks and casually flip up my hood.

After successfully escaping the maze, I head directly to my car, waiting for me at the far end of the parking lot. I sit and wait for Teagan to come out. I know she headed in with friends; that shit goblin is lucky he had his arms around a different woman. I wouldn’t hold back from beating the shit out of him if he touched Teagan.

I’m not sure what I’m supposed to do now, I can’t show my face at her shop come morning. I have no excuse; she’ll want to know why I left her, but telling her scares me, which should be the least of my worries. I shouldn’t be afraid of talking to her or telling her anything. I’m fearful of her not wanting me after she finds out about my past, and most definitely when I take off the mask.

Movement at the exit drags my eyes back. It’s fucktard and his woman, followed by Teagan. In a posture of defeat, with her head bowed, shouldersweighed down, and with a slight limp, she appears to be carrying the weight of the world on her shoulders. She doesn't exude happiness; instead, there's a palpable sense of sadness and confusion radiating from her. And it’s my fault. I did that to her.

I touch the necklace, the one other piece I have of her. The other piece is the bell I stole from above the door of her shop. The smartest thing I’ll ever do in my life is to let her go. I watch as she waves goodbye and heads to a red Mini Cooper. She stands next to the driver’s side door, looks down and leans against the door. She finally opens the door and gets in. The headlights illuminate the car in front of her before she drives away.

I resist the urge to follow her; instead, I wait ten minutes before leaving and returning to my house in defeat. I’m such a pussy for not doing what’s right. I make a pitstop at a liquor store; tonight needs some alcohol in the system. Drinking your sorrows is entirely normal, or the liquor stores wouldn’t be in business.

I can't wait to get home. I crack open the bottle of vodka and take a big gulp. The clear liquor engulfs my stomach in warmth. The only warmth I can rely on, the only thing that will always be there. I drive around, not ready to go home yet. The silence of thehouse will haunt me. I still hate Holden, no matter how much time I spend here.

I end up in the rich part of town, the one area that I haven’t ventured before. Rich pricks. I don’t feel guilty about stealing their cars. They can afford to replace them when they live in houses like these. I take another drink, cursing the stupidly rich fucks.

I roll my window down. “Fuck you all!” I yell into the darkness. With a swift motion, I hurl the bottle of vodka out the window, hearing the satisfying crash as it collides with the front door of a random house. I hope they enjoy their little gift.

My head is slightly fuzzy, and in the back of my mind, I know I should head to my house, but I can’t. I turn down her street, parking a couple of houses down. I grab my mask and stumble out of the car. Holding onto the door when the world spins, I rethink my plan. Maybe coming here half-loaded isn’t the brightest. Then again, my brain isn’t working at full capacity.

Carrying my mask in my hand, I stumble along the street until I find myself in front of her house, barely able to keep my balance. I try to place my mask on, but I can’t figure it out; I throw the thing on the grass and stagger to the front window.

Her curtains are closed.