Chapter Eight

Lily

Days have passed since they came to my house and rocked my world. I almost thought maybe they'd given up. When the twig snapped, I thought I was hearing things, and the damn owl genuinely scared the pants off me. Just because I like to be chased doesn't mean I'm immune to things that go bump in the night. But stupidly, I feel safer knowing they are out there, and that they followed through on their promise to bring a third. I wonder what they have planned. By the way they are spaced out, it seems their aim is to hunt me down and push me to run further into the cemetery, away from the edge of town.

My pace isn't overly speedy in the growing darkness, and their masks flash on every now and again to let me know they are still there. My heart beats hard in my chest and a thrill of excitement rushes through my bones. If you asked me six months ago if I would live out my wildest fantasies with a bunch of unknown strangers, I would have laughed. After tonight, I should put an end to it. I have had my fun and now little specks of doubt are creeping into my mind. What if they're married, or biding their time and having fun before they hurt me, so I don't tell anyone? Yet the thrill of it has my legs moving forward. If I try to head in a direction they don't want me to, the masks come on.

It's not until we clear the old cemetery and step onto what the local map calls the bluff—a cliff that drops straight into the ocean below—that all three masks turn on. The rapid beat of my heart picks up as they move toward me. Darting into a clearing in the trees, while the sound of footsteps follows close behind me, I know I want this—I need it. It's the only thing making me feel sane since I uprooted my entire life, my entire future. It is why I was in the cemetery in the first place, talking to Mavis, hoping she would give me a sign I had made the right choice. Would she have thought I was insane for letting strangers chase me and fuck me? What am I thinking? Of course she would. Right now, even I think I am, especially since I'm outnumbered. Yet the depraved side of me keeps dipping and weaving, waiting for the moment they have me right where they want me.

A scream peels from my lips as I smash into a solid body in the darkness. I fall straight back on my ass, and the mask turns on as he steps forward.

"Miss me, baby?"

I scramble backward until a set of boots stops me. I'm surrounded, though the third masked man stands back a little further than the other two.

"On your knees."

Only one of them talks, so he must be the one in charge. I know he is from the haunted house; his mask is different from the other two. I do as he asks and push up on my knees. The masked stranger behind me hooks his arms under my elbows and rotates me to face the other masked man.

"Show him how good your mouth works."

I nod and lean forward, then with trembling fingers I undo the button on his jeans and pull down the zipper. I'm surprised when his cock pops straight out, not restricted by boxers. Leaning forward, I push up higher onto my knees and lick his shaft from base to tip, causing him to moan deep in his throat. One of them steps up behind me and twists my hair in their hand. It pulls my head back into their crotch, forcing me to look up at them before he pushes my head forward toward his friend's erect cock. I reach out and wrap my hand around the base as the masked man behind me sets the pace, pushing my head down and pulling it back up. Looking up at the masked man in front of me, I see his head is tilted backward.

The man behind me pushes me down, further and further, my gags spurring him on. He pushes me past my normal comfort level, yet I hum around his friend's length, enjoying every damn second.

Little rocks dig into my knees as I get mouth fucked by the stranger. When his cock swells inside my mouth, I brace for what comes next. This used to be the worst part of a blow job, Charles wanting me to swallow, but in this moment, I can't wait to have this man's cum shoot down my throat.

The man behind me pulls me backward just as the saltiness hits my tongue. He yanks down on my hair, so I'm once again forced to look up at him. Then he uses two fingers to push any spilled cum back into my mouth, fucking my mouth with them and making sure I don't waste a drop. Once he removes his fingers, he pushes me down onto all fours and the sound of his zipper echoes around us. The fresh air hits my ass as my linen pants are pulled down my thighs.

The man with the different mask kneels in front of me, and he runs the pad of his thumb over my lips.

"I don't think you're afraid of us anymore, baby," he says. "I think you like being our toy. To chase, to use."

The masked man behind me thrusts into me so deep, it feels like his cock might come out my mouth, which falls open as my hair is pulled once again. "Please use me," I pant as his thrusts get harder.

The man in front of me nods as he gets to his feet. He pulls his own cock from his sweats, before he palms it in his hand, stroking it slowly, and it's almost hypnotizing.

My pussy clamps around the cock fucking me with a vice-like grip as my orgasm explodes through my body. He slows as he lets me ride out the pleasure, and when my arms threaten to give out, a large arm wraps around my stomach, holding me up .

"Eyes up here, baby. Watch as I come all over your pretty face."

I look up, trying to see the eyes behind the mask. I can't, but knowing he can see me is enough as he strokes himself. The girth of this man has me wanting him inside me again, stretching me out.

The world is quiet, the only sounds around us my pants, moans, and screams. I wonder if I will wake up and this entire week will have been nothing but a dream. Back to the reality of missionary in bed, adventurous being if my legs were bent behind my head as if I was an Olympic gymnast.

The man behind me pulls me back hard. His thrusts shorten as he moans his pleasure. He keeps his hips moving through his release, then he pulls out, and I feel the loss instantly.

"Put her back on her hands and knees."

The man to the side hasn't moved in a while and I look over at him. He must take it as permission because he steps beside the main man, and they share a look and nod.

"Keep your eyes on him."

I do as I'm told and look at the man now standing in front of me. He tilts his head and looks down at me, and I wonder what he is thinking. Does he think I'm a dirty whore? Or is he enjoying watching as his friends fuck me?

"Oh, fuck!" I scream, my nails digging into the dirt when a tongue pushes inside me. My eyes roll into the back of my head as his tongue works me over, and he shuffles underneath me. It would be so easy to look back and see who it is, but I do as I'm told and keep my eyes trained on the two men in matching masks standing before me—the one on the left bumps his shoulder into the one on the right. Rough hands grip my waist and pull me down, so almost all my weight is on his face, the roughness of his stubble scratching against my most sensitive area. He uses his hands to rock my hips as I find a steady rhythm, then his grip loosens and I ride his face. The closer I get to an orgasm, the faster I move, no longer caring if I suffocate him between my legs or grind too hard—all I can think about is chasing the high.

"Oh shit, I'm gonna come," I cry out, not caring if the entire world hears me. My body shakes, and I grip the ground, not giving a shit if I have to dig dirt out of my nails for a week. I scream as I arch my back, my orgasm hitting me hard and fast. Every inch of my body tingles as I ride out my release on the eager mouth below me. These men are ruining me for anyone who comes after them.

My arms give out and I collapse to the ground. One of them picks me up, brushing my hair from my face, then cradles me in his arms as he walks back the way we came. My body is spent, and I close my eyes. I know my dreams will be filled with masks and orgasms. I feel small in his arms, but safe. I must fall asleep, because when I wake up, my sheets are filled with dirt and there are no masked men in sight.