2. Boogie

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Boogie

K ing was being a shithead. I knew he wanted her as much as I did. We still talked about her often even though we had only seen her twice. Last year we had come so close to talking to her, except she evaded our advances, disappearing into the night.

If I was being honest, I don’t know what I would say to her. All I could think about was pushing her against me and finding out what she sounded like when she came. I shivered at the fantasy as I followed King to make sure we were on the same page; we had to be for this to work tonight. That was our rule, we fucked together if we brought a third into the bedroom with us. I want to say it’s because King was a possessive bastard but I am one too.

“Don’t be an asshole, you know you want her.” I walked into our bedroom.

He was already stripping to take a shower in our shitty bathroom. My mouth dried up from seeing his hot body on display. King was leaner than me with wide shoulders, most of his body was covered in tattoos, but his body was cut, his abdomen muscles flexed as he took off his pants. He stood there with a smirk, he knew how much he affected me. It had been five years and what we had never seemed to fizzle out.

“Didn’t you hear what I said?” He walked across the room to me.

“You know I didn’t; don’t use your body against me,” I snapped, annoyed that I was getting off topic.

“Hey, I have to shower.” He smirked. “It’s not my fault your brain is always in the gutter.”

I growled. “I don’t think we were finished with our discussion.”

“I said I’d think about it,” he said, in that annoying, calm voice of his.

“That’s not enough,” I snapped, pushing him. “She will be here?—”

“I said I’d fucking think about it,” he growled, pushing me back.

I was ready to snap when I saw that evil glint in his eyes. If he wanted to play, then I would play too.

“Well, think faster,” I snarled, pushing him up against the wall.

King was quick to push me, kicking my leg out so I fell on the bed. My towel opened as he straddled my hips. Our erections rubbed against each other making me moan.

“You’re such a brat,” he clipped. “If I had time, I would bend you over, smack your ass until it was bright red and fuck you hard with your face in the mattress.”

I thrusted up against his cock, groaning from the frictions. “You love my brattiness, don’t fucking lie. Besides, that sounds like a good time, not a punishment.”

He grunted as we rolled our hips together. I yanked him forward for a kiss. King moaned into my mouth, biting my lower lip hard before he sat up, grabbing both of us in his hand, spitting on us to slick us up. He stroked us, twisting his hand at the heads of our cocks that had me bucking my hips up.

“Fuck,” I said thrusting up, sliding against his cock.

“I think I like you better like this, at my mercy while you're aching for pleasure,” he groaned. “Maybe, I’ll find my release and leave you needy all night.”

He grabbed his cock, leaving mine lying against my stomach while he stroked himself. I laid my hands on his thigh, rubbing them up and down, keeping myself from touching my cock. He thrusted into his hand, looking down at me with his brow raised; he was taunting.

I played it cool until he purposefully grazed my cock with each pump of his hand. Teasing was my favorite game. I could do this all night except we didn’t have all night, and I was horny from thinking about the girl. Abruptly, my patience snapped, bucking my hips up so I could flip him onto his back.

“Such a fucking tease,” I snarled, grabbing both of us, spitting on us and stroking us.

I grunted as I thrusted into my hand, rolling my hand over the head of our cocks just how we liked.

“You’re lucky we don’t have time,” he moaned, looking down at us.

His breathing grew quicker, his eyes darkening. He bucked up into my hand, throwing his head back exposing his throat. His tendons were prominent, enticing me to lean forward and bite him. He growled as I felt his dick throb and hot spurts of his cum coated my hand. I stroked faster, pleasure danced along my spine for a few more thrusts until I was thrown into my own orgasm.

King leaned up, capturing my shout in a kiss, fucking my mouth with his tongue through my trembling. I caught myself on one hand leisurely fucking us through our aftershocks.

“You fucking brat,” he said against my mouth.

“You started it.” I sat up on my knee, licking our cum from my hand. “You could have just said yes, and we could have skipped this entire powerplay.”

“And miss frotting? Fuck no.” He sat up, licking my hand before pulling me in for another kiss so we shared our combined taste.

“Alright, we need to get ready, gotta make sure your makeup looks good,” I said, pulling away to get off the bed.

He rolled his eyes, getting up from the bed, as I grabbed my towel and cleaned our cum from my hand and stomach.

The need to push about the girl again was on the tip of my tongue when he said, “I think we should pursue her.”

My body relaxed at his words. I didn’t like fighting with King, but this was the one time I was willing to keep pushing him.

I looked over my shoulder and nodded. “I can’t explain it, but…”

“You want her?” His dark eyes captured mine. “I can’t explain it either, but maybe she’s just a scratch that we have to itch.”

I shook my head. “I think it's more than that, but I guess we will find out.”

He scrutinized me for a moment before nodding and heading to go shower. I took a deep breath getting my shit together. This wasn’t like me, I hated people. I stayed away unless it had to do with the town, but I always liked to keep to myself and there was a reason we kept to ourselves.

Halloween town wasn’t just an attraction, it was a front for our real business. There were five different holiday towns, and they were run by a person called the Mayor. They ran a big crime syndicate, using each town to fulfill one of their needs and do their bidding. We killed for money. If you wanted someone gone, we would go do the job, but sometimes people liked to bring them here and they would disappear into the night.

The Mayor was the one who would tell us where to go and who to kill. Occasionally, people would come find us and request a kill, but it always had to go through the Mayor. There was a reason we were out in the middle of nowhere, with no cameras or stop lights. Our business relied on being discreet. It helped that a pig farmer lived not far from the town.

The sound of the shower turning off pushed me into gear. We had three people coming to Halloween town, that had to be taken care of and I needed to be ready. I washed my hands before I went to the bedroom. I pulled black pants and a black shirt out of the small dresser we had.

I dressed quickly, looking for my burlap mask. When I got home, I was in a rush to clean off the mess I made earlier. I grabbed it from the table by the front door inspecting it to make sure there wasn’t a blood splatter on it. Once I cleaned the frayed edges, I grabbed my combat boots, sitting on the small sofa to put them on. King came out of the bathroom with his skull makeup on.

I constantly teased him about his make-up, but it always turned me on. He looked damn good with it on, menacing, powerful and sinister. After all, he was King of this town, and I wasn’t afraid to get on my knees for him.

He quickly dressed in his black pants and shirt. He also wore combat boots and picked up skeleton gloves that matched his face.

“You ready?” I asked, putting my mask on.

“Hell yes,” he said, smiling.

I felt our excitement as we exited the trailer. We walked side by side into the town just as we saw people trickling in. This was it, the day King and I always looked forward to. Halloween was the best day of the year and all we needed was our little doll.