Hallowed Night: A Halloween Romance Anthology, page 19
“C’mere,” Cam whispered hoarsely, entwining my hands with his and yanking me toward him. His lips came down on mine hard, so hard that I tasted the bite of metallic. I had never seen Cam like this, but God, it was enthralling. He kissed me like he was starving, and in a way, I was too. I had wanted this for so long.
Dreamed of it. Slipped my fingers between my thighs and came with his name on my tongue. And even though I would’ve never admitted it. Aiden’s too.
Only now, this fantasy was a reality, and one that I didn’t think I would ever be able to live without again.
I was wanton for them.
With one hand, Aiden popped the silly bra made of seashells, allowing my breasts to spill free. They felt heavy and aching. Cam leaned forward and captured my nipple in between his teeth and tugged gently. I felt the bite all the way to my core. The throb between my legs seemed in sync with the race of my heart. Aiden’s hand snaked around to my front while Cam sucked and bit at the sensitive peaks. His fingers parted me and slid inside my already drenched pussy.
For them. Both of them.
I felt his erection digging into my back, and realized there was no going back. This was it.
His lips brushed against the back of my neck causing me to shiver, then kissed along the path of my bare shoulder and back up to nip at my ear lobe. Using his foot, he spread my legs further apart, allowing him to press against my wetness.
“Fuck, Blair. You’re coating my cock. So fucking wet,” he murmured before dragging the head of his cock through my pussy. Thrusting lightly, he ground against my clit. Over and over until I began to tremble.
“Don’t come. Not until I say. I’ll be the one to tell you when to come on his cock,” Cam grunted, palming his own cock now, watching Aiden thrusting against my clit.
Holy shit.
“Be a good girl, and I’ll give you what you want, Blair.”
I moaned as I felt my orgasm beginning to blossom, but I bit down hard on my lip trying to stave it off. Metallic twinges flooded my tongue as I bit, not realizing how hard I was trying to keep from coming.
They knew exactly what they’re doing, and they were loving every damn second of it. Torturing me. Using me.
“Please,” I begged. I needed more.
“You want me to fuck you, Blair?” Aiden’s hand slid up my throat as he jerked me back against his chest. “Beg for it like a good girl, and I’ll give you my cock.”
“Fuck me, Aiden. Please.”
The second the words left my mouth, Aiden pushed inside of me and thrust forward, sinking as deep as he could go, seating himself to the hilt inside of me.
I was so full. Fuller than I had ever been, and my eyes never left Cam’s as Aiden began to fuck me. Hard, punishing thrusts that I swear were so deep I could feel in my stomach. Cam unbuttoned his jeans and freed his cock from the waistband of his briefs before wrapping a large fist around his cock.
So thick and girthy my jaw widened as a moan slipped past. He worked himself watching Aiden fuck me, and the thought alone was enough to almost have me falling apart around Aiden, but I willed myself to stop. To follow their directions and be obedient. Something about their dominance made this entire situation more intense.
He was fucking his fist all while his stepbrother fucked me.
It was lewd and carnal, and the most erotic thing I’d ever experienced.
Aiden pulled out of my body only to drop to the ground, and pull me on top of him. Still facing Cam, I slowly sank down on his cock. I could feel him even deeper than ever before in this position, and my pussy clamped down around him.
“I need to come. Please,” I pleaded. Tears stung my eyes as the pleasure became unbearable. I was going to come whether they allowed it or not. “Cam.”
Aiden’s grunts became louder as I slammed down faster and harder, riding his cock with everything I had. I looked back and his mouth was parted in pleasure, his eyes squeezed tightly shut as he palmed fistfuls of my ass. I would likely be bruised tomorrow, but if he stopped I would murder him. Everything about what he was doing felt too good.
“Come.” Cam barked. One simple word, and it set me off like a firework.
Shattering, coming so hard I saw stars behind my eyes. The most powerful, intense orgasm of my life. I felt it all the way to the tips of my toes. Every atom of me burned for these men.
Moments later, Aiden slammed up inside of me, forcing me down onto his cock as he spilled inside of me, groaning so deep and loud it sent a bout of aftershocks through my body.
I blinked forward as I tried to make sense of what just happened, but Cam still stood in front of me with his hard cock in his hand.
Aiden pulled me off of him, onto his chest and turned me to face him before dropping a kiss to my forehead. It’s… sweet, and sensitive after the moment we shared. It’s the Aiden I know and love. Cam reached out and pulled me to my feet before I could realize what was happening, and I could feel the evidence of Aiden still inside of me, still sticky on the inside of my thighs.
“Turn around,” Cam said, pushing me to my knees, without pause. I fell to my hands and knees in front of him, and seconds later he was slamming inside of me.
“Fuck,” he hissed. Grasping my hips, he pounded into me. Aiden reached forward and ran his fingers over my nipples that seemed to sway with each thrust of Cam’s hips.
“Is this what you wanted, Blair? Both of us, fucking you? Giving you all of our attention?” Cam groaned, fucking me harder with each syllable. He was wild in a way that I had never seen him before. His hand found my hair, and he pushed me down into the grass as he fucked me, his eyes met Aiden’s above me.
The two share something that I wasn’t privy to. It seemed like they shared a lot of things that I didn’t know about.
Reaching down Cam’s thumb found my clit and he rubbed hard, quick circles, and fucked me brutally and deep.
“Come, Blair. Come around my cock like the dirty girl you are.”
His words sent a shiver down my spine, and I exploded. Crying out, my hands fisted into the grass as another orgasm consumed me, body and soul. The stars swirling behind my eyes never dimmed as I squeezed my eyes shut and fell into a state of bliss. Cam grunted before seating himself deep inside of me and letting go. I felt his hot spurts of cum inside of me, and then his strokes became slow to lazy, barely moving moments, pulling every ounce of pleasure from me.
When he pulled from my body, I felt empty. Aiden must have sensed it, because he picked me up from the ground and wrapped his jacket around me tightly, pulling me to his body. Cam cleaned himself up then joined us both, putting his thumb under my chin to pull my head towards him.
“Nothing changes. Tonight was about freedom, and you deserved it as much as we did.”
I nodded even though I didn’t truly understand what he was saying.
All I knew was that I would never forget tonight, even if the three of us never spoke of it again.
I only hoped that what we just shared hadn’t completely and totally fucked everything up.
6
BLAIR
I walked into Aiden and Cam’s dorm, and my fingers trembled. I hadn’t seen either one of them since Halloween night, and that fact was simply because I had been avoiding them.
I didn’t know what to say or what to do. I had fucked my best friend and his step-brother.
Just saying that in my own head made me cringe. I didn’t know if it was embarrassment or shame or because I hadn’t been able to think about anything else since it happened.
I could still feel their touch all over my body. I could still hear their wicked words.
“Hey.”
I looked up to see Aiden leaning back on his bed with his arm tucked beneath his head. He was watching me like I was going to break, and I didn’t know if it was because he felt as awkward as I did or if he was simply gauging where I was at.
“Hey.” I tossed my jacket down on the foot of his bed and stood there awkwardly. Normally, I would have already been on the bed beside him. I would have cuddled up into his arms like it didn’t matter.
But it mattered now.
Everything did.
“What are you doing?” He cocked his head to the side before patting the spot on his bed next to him. “Come here.”
I climbed onto his bed and pulled my knees to my chest as I leaned against one of his pillows. He was watching some old horror movie that I didn’t recognize, and I bit down on my bottom lip as I stared at the screen.
“You’re being awkward.”
I turned my head to look at Aiden, and he was staring up at me with a soft smile on his face.
“No. I’m not.” I shrugged. I totally was.
“Yes. You are.” His hand wrapped around my arm and he pulled me toward him until I had no choice but to lay against his side.
His body was warm and hard beneath me, and before, that feeling would have comforted me. Now, it did nothing but make me feel comfortable. Nothing about him did. Not his scent or his soft chuckle as I forced my thighs together to stop the roaring ache that hadn’t seem to leave since the other night.
“I just…” I hesitated because I had no idea what to say. Aiden was my best friend, but right now, he felt like a stranger.
“You just what, Blair?” He wrapped his arm around my back and tugged me closer to him. He ran his nose along the side of my neck before stopping just above my ear. “You just don’t know how to act now that I’ve fucked and sucked this perfect pussy of yours.” His hand cupped my pussy through my shorts as if to drive his point home, and I whimpered at the contact.
“You’re my best friend.” It was pathetic, but it was the only thing I could think of to say. It felt like the only thing that mattered.
“You’re right.” He nodded against me, but his hand tightened between my legs. “But we both know this goes way beyond that.”
I nodded my head because he was right. There was no way we could go back to what we were before this. We would never be the same.
“So, what now?” My voice trembled along with my thighs.
The door opened behind us and closed with a loud click. I startled at the sound and looked back to find Cam leaning against the door watching us. His dark eyes traced over my body with a look that proved he already knew it well, but he didn’t say a word.
Aiden pressed a soft kiss to my jaw, bringing my attention back to him as his hand tightened and loosened between my thighs. “Whatever you want.”
The end… for now.
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MAZE OF MAYHEM
RACHEL LEIGH
1
PRE-PARTY
Halloween Night.
A night of crowds, chaos, and crazies.
At least, that’s how it is for the brotherhood of Alpha Si Zig. I’d be content staying back at the dorms where it’s quiet and having Wyatt all to myself. He’s been extra busy studying lately and I’ve hardly had any time with him. But, my presence is required. For over a decade, ACZ has organized the annual Maze of Mayhem. It’s basically a big fucking party in the middle of a corn maze.
It’s my junior here, so I’ve been around long enough to know what goes down at these parties. There are quiet drunks, loud drunks, and asshole drunks. Basically, just a bunch of drunkards getting lost in a maze. Occasionally you’ll see a topless chick riding on the shoulders of a guy—usually one of the asshole drunks—trying to peer over the cornstalks to find the skull flag so they can win the five thousand dollar cash prize.
Only a quarter of the entries actually participate in the game. Most just hang out in the corners of the maze where the kegs sit. There are disco lights, a few masked men running around trying to scare people, even a DJ at the entrance blasting music through the field. It’s pretty wild, to say the least.
Setting the keg down in one of the many corners of the maze, I hand Wyatt the pump. “This should be the last one.”
“Thank God. I’m ready to get the hell out of this maze. This shit gives me the creeps.” He latches the nozzle and taps into the keg.
“Oh, really?” I grab him by the waist from behind and grind my cock against his ass. “Here, I thought we were gonna have a little fun here tonight. Get ourselves lost away from the crowd. Lose my dick in your mouth.”
Wyatt lets the tap hang from the keg, turns around and grumbles, “You’re such a tease.”
“It’s not teasing if I’m dead serious.” I plant my mouth on his, tasting a hint of bourbon on his tongue.
Halloween is Wyatt’s least favorite night of the year. He’s already had a few drinks to calm his nerves, but he’s still anxious as fuck. To say he scares easily is an understatement. “I’ll protect you from the big bad wolf,” I breathe in his mouth.
“Save that shit for later. We’ve got work to do,” Benny, the president of ACZ, says as he rounds the corner of the stalks.
With Wyatt’s face still cupped in my hands, I give Benny a sideward glance. “Kegs are set. My work is done. Get lost.”
Benny is a bit of an ass, and that’s putting it lightly. His ego is way too big for his head. He’s bossy as fuck and treats everyone beneath him like we’re his little bitch boys. Unlucky for him, I don’t cower to his asshole tendencies. He knows this, and because of that, he pushes harder. I’ve been in this frat for three years now so I know I think or two about our president.
In fact, I was chosen on Halloween night during my first Maze of Mayhem. Tonight, we continue the tradition of hazing with the new recruits. It’s about to get fucking brutal.
“Here,” Benny shoves a pillowcase into my chest. “Keep an eye on Cleaver. He’s a bit of a lush and tends to get fucked up too fast. We don’t need him puking his guts out during his test.”
Jaxon Cleaver: AKA, my recruit. Each guy gets one and our job is to kidnap them and take them to the back of the field, where they’re given their first test. Usually, it only takes about an hour, but other times, shit pops up and it takes longer. Last year, we had one guy blow out his knee and another pass out with his face in a pile of his own vomit.
Benny gives the keg a few pumps, grabs the nozzle and squirts a cup’s worth of beer into his mouth. “Midnight. Don’t be late this time.”
Once Benny disappears into the maze, I pull Wyatt’s body flush with mine. “Where were we?”
Wyatt backs up a step and looks me in the eye. “Everything about it is so cruel. Why can’t they just draw names and pick members?”
“Babe. It’s part of the process. They signed up for this. It’s not like we’re forcing them into anything.”
“I just wish you’d never signed up, but since you did, I guess I’ll have to try to like it as much as you do.”
“The brotherhood takes this seriously, so I’m glad I’ve got your support.”
“And you? Is it serious to you?”
My shoulders drop in defeat. We have this conversation at least twice a year. “They’re my brothers. So yeah, it is serious.”
Wyatt wasn’t happy when I joined ACZ. For one, I live in the house with the brotherhood while he’s in the dorms. Two, it’s a lot of parties and takes up a lot of my time that I’m not spending on schoolwork. Lastly, he’s not a fan of hazing. I grew up doing dumb shit, so not much fazes me when it comes to fucking with these guys. My childhood best friends and I have secrets that are unfathomable. But, Wyatt has always erred on the side of caution. I’m used to this stuff. He is not.
The sun is setting and people will start arriving within the hour. “It’s just one night.” I hook an arm around Wyatt’s neck and pull him close as we make our way out of the maze.
Wyatt lets out an airy breath of distaste for tonight’s plan. He’s not usually this needy, but his nerves are always heightened this time of year—even more-so tonight.
I don’t give him too much shit for it, considering he has every right to be worried. Our first year here on Halloween, I was on the receiving end of the test and things went bad really fast.
We were led out to the train tracks at the end of the road. The track isn’t used much anymore, but occasionally you get your freight train coming through. Apparently, the guys had timed it just right, or, at least, they thought they did. With blindfolds on, we had to try to untie our shoelaces that were knotted to the track.
From what Benny said, it was supposed to be a scare tactic, and the train wasn’t supposed to come for at least an hour. Well, it was early that day. Panic ensued when the lights shone in front of us. I was at the end of the line and the forgotten one while everyone else got set free and had their blindfolds removed. If it weren’t for Wyatt stalking us all night, I’d probably have been left there and run over. He managed to get me loose in the nick of time but I ended up with a broken tibia from the fall I took trying to get myself out of the mess.
