Hallowed Night: A Halloween Romance Anthology, page 21
“You’re unrelenting.” I say to him, shaking my head at his thirst for going over the top with this shit.
“I got another leash in my back pocket if you wanna just drag Cleaver.”
My eyes roll as I look back in front of me. “I’ll pass.”
“Speak,” Benny says. Seconds later, his guy, who’s still on his knees, begins making barking sounds.
I stop about halfway in, calling this good enough. There are enough people around that Cleaver is sure to get his humiliation out of the way. As long as he stays out here until the sun rises and helps clean up the mess from the party, he’s on his way to initiation. If he fails, then I lose out and have to move my room to the basement, where all the new members are forced to sleep for the first month after initiation. Really don’t wanna fucking do that so he better pull through for me.
My mind keeps wandering back to Wyatt and I really need to get this over with so I can go find him and make sure he’s ok.
I pull the pillowcase off from his head, wondering why I even put it in the first breath. Dude hasn’t even batted an eye.
This isn’t at all how this is supposed to go. He should be coherent—nervous and excited at the same time. Instead, luck is not on my side and I’ve got a comatose guy bearing his full weight on me. I drop him down on the ground, making no attempt to be gentle with him. If anything, maybe it’ll wake his ass up.
Of course, he doesn’t, and now I can’t make him take his clothes off.
There’s not a chance in hell I’m taking them off and risking charges of sexual assault. “Benny,” I holler, knowing he’s in the next row over. “This fucker won’t wake up.
“Ice water over the face. Works every time,” Benny hollers back, followed by some more barking noises. He’s such an ass.
I wipe the sweat from my forehead and slouch down beside Cleaver. “Wake up, shithead.” I shake him a few times and he starts to wiggle a little. Stretches his arms out, blinks a few times, then closes his eyes.
“I said wake up!” I shout. Lifting my hand, I swing it down and slap him across the face. Not too hard, but enough to grab his attention.
“What the fuck?” he grumbles, attempting to roll over to his side and curl up in a fetal position.
“If you want in this fraternity, you better wake your ass up now.”
His eyes shoot open and I breathe out a sigh of relief.
“Seriously?” He springs up to a sitting position. “I made it.”
“No,” I scowl back at him. “You didn’t, but if you pass this final test, then you might. So stand your ass up, take off your clothes and do as you’re told.”
“One sec.” he holds up a finger and turns his head. My stomach turns when he starts throwing up.
And he doesn’t stop. Just keeps projectile vomiting all over the place. I push myself off the ground and walk away from him for a minute, pinching the bridge of my nose.
“Well, you got him up,” Benny cackles.
“Fuck you!” I retort with frustration dripping from my words. “You knew damn well what you were doing when you assigned me to him.”
“Maybe I did. Maybe I didn’t.” Benny steps through the corn into the row I’m in. “Suck it up. It’s one night. Unless, of course, you wanna sleep with the dogs in the basement.”
I bite down hard, feeling my teeth grind. It’s taking everything in me not to lay him out right now. I’m just glad it’s Benny’s senior year and he’ll be replaced by Aaron Sigmond next year. It’s already been voted on and I’m not the only one ready to see Benny graduate and get the hell out of here.
Cleaver finishes emptying his stomach, then gets to his feet like nothing ever happened. “So, what do we gotta do? Streak in the maze?
“Something like that. Just take your damn clothes off and cover up your junk. I don’t wanna see that shit.”
I turn around, waiting for him to strip down. People pass by, giving us weird looks, slapping high fives to Cleaver, and some stopping just to gawk—which leads me to believe he’s now standing behind me naked.
“Alright, Boss,” he says.
When I turn back around and he’s cupping his cock, thank fuck.
To my surprise, Benny loosens up some twine from his roll and hands it to me. “Hurry your ass up,” he says, “We’re meeting at the bonfire for a toast in ten.”
I finish up by getting Benny tied to a few stalks of corn. He could easily get out, but he won’t because those are the rules he has to follow.
“See ya at sunrise,” I tell him. “Oh, and congrats. If you make it to the cleanup, you’ll join us at initiation.” I pat his cheek a couple of times and leave him there.
Screw the toast. I need to find Wyatt.
Once I get out of the maze, my search around the party continues. This has been the night from hell and I can only imagine that Wyatt is pissed off and ready to get out of here. He’s never been a fan of parties, hates anything that’s even the slightest bit scary, and he most definitely does not like the ACZ brotherhood.
I spot Talon and Marni by the fire. He’s got his hand on her ass and a drink in his other hand. I’m glad these two decided to go to the same school as Wyatt and me. It’s nice having a couple of our best friends nearby.
“Hey, man,” I say to Talon as I come up behind him. “Have you seen Wyatt?”
He looks at Marni, then back at me with a grin on his face but doesn’t say anything right away.
My heart sinks into my stomach. “What? Did something happen?” Damnit, he better be ok or I’ll never forgive myself for ditching him just for the fraternity.
“He’s in the maze. Might wanna go find him.” Talon doesn’t drop his grin, which leads me to believe Wyatt isn’t in distress.
Without even responding, I head back to the maze with long strides. There are chicks everywhere. So many more than when I left here a couple of minutes ago. Of course there are eight naked men bound to stalks out there.
My feet keep moving through the crowd and my nerves get the best of me when I don’t see Wyatt anywhere. I pass by one of the recruits and he’s holding a beer in his hand with a swarm of girls around him. “Cheers, man,” he holds his cup, but I ignore him. Not only am I empty handed, I’m only in this maze to find Wyatt.
I cup my hands around my mouth and call out, “Wyatt.”
Nothing.
I try again, “Wyatt, where the hell are you?”
“I think he’s back pretty far. He’s got quite the crew surrounding him.” A girl says as she laughs.
A crew?
What the fuck is going on?
“Hey, Tommy.” This time it’s a friend of mine from design class. “Point me to the flag and I’ll give you a hundred bucks of the cash prize.”
“Sorry. You’re on your own, man.” I keep walking until he’s in my shadow.
It’s been three hours and I’m surprised no one has found the flag yet. This year the guys went a step further and dug a hole with a trap door then covered it up so it’s not even visible. There’s a good chance no one will find it which means the cash prize will go towards a new challenge at next weekend’s toga party.
I round another corner and stop in my tracks, jaw practically hitting the ground. “What in the actual fuck,” I mutter. Once I snap out of the trance I’m in, I walk straight for Wyatt, pulling down a stalk of the corn and pushing through the surrounding crowd. “What the hell are you doing?” I cover his dick with the stalk, trying to shield him from all the wandering eyes.
“Oh, hey babe,” he tips back a can of beer like I didn’t just find him naked and tied to some stalks of corn. “Or should I call you, Brother?”
My head is spinning as I try to catch the thoughts running rampant in my mind. “Back up,” I tell the spectators, holding my arms out to keep them away so I can have a conversation with my boyfriend about what the hell he is doing.
“Holler if you need another. Got some Red Bull, too,” Benny says.
Benny?
Is this some sort of joke at Wyatt’s expense?
Dropping the corn covering Wyatt, I spin around and grab Benny by the collar of his polo shirt. “What the fuck is this?”
“Lighten up, man. He signed up for this. Just asked us not to tell you.”
“We’ve had rush all week. How am I just now finding out about this?” I drop Benny and turn back around to face Wyatt.
“I wanted to surprise you,” he says with a smile on his face that makes it really hard not to be mad.
“Why? How?”
“I did my tasks outside of the group and passed them all.”
“This is what you’ve been doing while you said you were studying all week?” I should be mad. No. I should be furious, but I’m not. Not really, anyway, because I know he did this for me—for us. “But you hate this shit.”
He reaches out to try to grab me but I’m too far away so I step closer. He takes my hand in his. “But, I love you.”
Damnit. I can’t be mad.
“So this means—” I begin, but he cuts me off.
“That we can live together now.”
“Alright, cut the cheesy bullshit. We’re a brotherhood and we stand united. You didn’t just join so you could suck your boyfriend’s dick whenever you want. If you make it through initiation, you will follow the rules.”
“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” Wyatt says, “We’ve been over this a dozen times. I know what the hell I’m doing.”
The people begin to scatter, leaving us as alone as we can get in a maze having a party.
“I can’t believe you did this.” I step closer to him, by body ghosting his naked one.
“Are you mad?”
“Not mad. I was just confused as hell. But, I kinda like the idea of sharing a house and all the secrets with you. It’s been hell not being able to tell you everything.”
“Good. Now go enjoy the party. You know where I’ll be.”
I kiss his smile and breathe a drawn out exhale. “And leave you here alone all night, naked with the wolves. Not a chance.”
“You’re staying out here with me?”
“Of course I am. We just might need to call Benny back for those Red Bulls.”
5
AFTER PARTY
With a cup holder of two coffees in one hand and a bag of donuts in the other, I manage to open the door to Wyatt’s dorm room. It’s two o’clock in the afternoon but as soon as we finished cleaning up, he took a hot shower and crashed.
It was a long and eventful night that I’m glad is behind us. Tomorrow night we have the Initiation and it looks like Wyatt will be an official member of ACZ. It’s rare that a junior joins in this late in their academic career, but it happens.
I kick the door shut behind me and it slams shut, louder than I had hoped. There’s a thick, black blanket hanging over the window, blocking out the sun so I can’t see a damn thing. The only light that shines in the room is from an alarm clock on his roommate’s nightstand.
I’m tip-toeing across the room when the bed lamp comes on. “Good morning,” I smile back at Wyatt, who’s wiping his sleepy eyes. “I was trying not to wake you.”
He lets out a roaring yawn, then pats the mattress. “I’m glad you did. I’ve got a lot of studying to catch up on.”
I set the coffee and donuts on the small round table that separates Wyatt’s side of the room from Gary, his roommate’s side.
“Studying, huh?” I crawl up the bed on my knees until I’m overtop Wyatt. His morning wood jabs into my side and I reach down, rubbing it through his boxers. “What is it you plan to study?”
“Little of this,” he grabs my face and pulls my mouth to his, then drawls into my mouth, “Little of that.”
“Mmm. I like the way you think. Is Gary in class?”
He nods, “Two more hours.”
“Plenty of time.” My body slides back down the same way it came up until I’m hovering over Wyatt’s crotch. Gripping the sides of his boxers, I pull them down and his cock springs free. He kicks them free and I shove them off the side of the bed.
His gorgeous, naked body lies beneath me and this time it’s not on display for the entire student body. I didn’t enjoy sharing all this sexiness with everyone else. Seeing girls gawk, and even a few guys. It wasn’t the highlight of my night, but I’m not mad that we get to spend all this extra time together now.
Licking my lips, I wrap my hand around his cock and begin stroking his length while I kneel over top of him. A bead of pre-cum surfaces and I dart my tongue out and lick it off.
“You need to wake me up like this more often.”
“I plan to,” I say, before swirling my tongue around his head.
Wyatt reaches down and places a hand on my head, pushing with a gentle force, practically begging me to suck him off. I tease him a bit more by running my tongue under the lip of his head and flicking it a few times. Each time his body reacts, or he lets out a groan, I stop.
“You’re killing me, babe.”
I do it again, hitting the nerves that make him squirm.
Covering my bottom teeth with my tongue, I suck his head into my mouth, then take all of him until he’s hitting the back of my throat.
My head moves back up as he slides out and I grip the bottom of his dick and stroke as I suck. I push my tongue up as I move him in and out of my mouth. My cock twitches when he moans faintly.
His breathing speeds up and the pressure of his hand on my head becomes forcible as he guides me, his back rising and falling with my movements.
With his cock all the way in my mouth, I hum against him, causing a vibration that I know he loves.
“Turn around,” he says through heady breaths.
His cock is still in my mouth when I twist my body around so that my ass is practically sitting on his chest.
Wyatt tugs down my gym shorts and boxers, exposing my ass to him. I help him by climbing out of them.
Seconds later, I hear him squirting some lube into his hand right before he sticks two fingers into my ass.
I keep sucking as he digs deep and begins flicking the tips of his fingers against my prostate. His other hand comes around my body and he grabs my cock and begins stroking in the same rhythm that I suck him off.
Our bodies work in unison as a tingly sensation climbs through me.
He pumps my cock faster, milking me of my arousal. “Fuck,” I cry out in pleasure around the rim of his cock. I hold my breath then breathe out as my cum shoots into all over his stomach. Just as I come down, Wyatt’s head swells and I take him all the way in my mouth again. His arousal shoots down the back of my throat. Once he’s done, I swallow hard and give him a few more sucks.
I spin my body around and drop beside Wyatt, who’s lying there with a pool of my cum on his stomach.
“I can’t wait to live with you,” He says, leaning his over while keeping his body flat. He presses his lips to mine.
“I’m glad you joined. At first I was skeptical, but it’ll be good.” I pull my tee shirt over my head and wipe his stomach off with it.
“More time together is always good.”
“It sure is.” I kiss him again, and again, knowing that I get to do this every morning and every night for the rest of our lives.
The End.
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DARK HALLOWEEN KNIGHT
A KNIGHT’S RIDGE EMPIRE SHORT STORY
TRACY LORRAINE
AUTHOR NOTE
Chronologically, Dark Halloween Knight falls at the end of Wicked Princess, the second book in my new Knight’s Ridge Empire series but there is no reason why you can’t read it before, there are no spoilers!
1
The Knight’s Ridge Halloween parties are legendary.
Or at least that’s what I’ve told my two new best friends, who’ve only recently started at school.
The truth is, I’ve never been to one.
Even last year, Nico, my overbearing, arrogant asshole of a brother, wouldn’t let me go.
I’d bought a costume and everything.
I should have just gone. He’d have been none the wiser as he partied with his idiot friends and flirted with every girl who so much as looked his way.
But even if the prospect of that wasn’t unappealing enough. I knew that it wasn’t just Nico who wouldn’t want me there.
I didn’t fit in.
I never have.
Everyone is either too scared to come anywhere near me for fear of what Nico and the guys will do to them, or they just use me to get to them.
So my costume never saw the light of day and I spent the night opening our front door and handing out sweets to any kids who were brave enough to come to our door.
There weren't many of them. Most are part of the Family.
But now, I’m done with being nothing more than a pawn in other students’ games to get close to the big bad mafia boys of Knight’s Ridge College. I’m more than just a ladder others can climb to improve their social standing.
