Page 39 of Rise from the Ashes
He uses his other hand to bunch my shirt up, and seconds after that hand finds my chest, his thumb runs over my pebbled nipple and makes me squirm. He then, while keeping one hand around my neck, abandons my chest to grab my right hand by the wrist. I assume he’s going to pin it above my head again, but I’m wrong. No, this time he lifts my wrist and brings my hand to his mask, all while continuing to pump away between my legs.
I suck in a hard breath, barely able to realize what he’s telling me to do. Is he saying I can take his mask off now? What makes now different than before? Whatever. I shouldn’t question it. I should just curl my fingertips around the edge of that mask and take it off his face, reveal his true self to me so the mystery of my masked man is a thing of the past.
It’s funny. I wasn’t as nervous coming here, alone, as I am about taking off that mask. I’m dying to see the face beneath it, and yet a part of me still worries. What if I don’t like what I see? He’s still inside of me, still claiming me and making me his;there will be no pushing him away, no undo button. We passed the point of no return.
The masked man is slow in letting go of my wrist, leaving the rest up to me. After filling my lungs with air, I hold my breath as my fingertips dance around the edge of the plain black mask. Inside my chest, my heart beats wildly, and when I finally tug that mask off, when my arm and the mask fall to the blanket we’re on and I stare up at the face above me, I can’t help but gasp.
I whisper his name, “Reese.”
Chapter Sixteen – Reese
The moment she says my name, I can’t help but smirk. Smirk and go at her harder between the legs, because I sure as hell am not finished with her yet. She is breathless beneath me, and just the way she says my name makes her sound like she’s awe-struck, totally stunned and surprised by my true identity—though I don’t know why. Surely she must have thought, at one point or another, that I was the man behind the mask?
How else could she explain away the connection between us? Who else would have such power over her? Me. It was always me, and it will always be me. I’m a Scott, and Scotts don’t let go of their obsessions. Those obsessions we inject straight into our veins, assimilate into our DNA, and become one with them.
Wren is my obsession. She will always be my obsession.
I’m ready to erupt, but I push it back as she gazes up at me with wide eyes and a parted mouth. Thanks to the candles around us, there’s more than enough light to see the expression on her face, and as for the cold air… well, I don’t think it’s bothering either of us right now. I’m burning up, and based on the way she feels, she is, too.
I bring my head down to hers, although I have to arch my back somewhat fierce to do it thanks to her short stature. I whisper, “I told you I have some… other kinks, Wren.” Leaning my mouth against her cheek, I give her a soft kiss before dipping lower and taking her earlobe between my teeth, making her croon into me. “This is only the start. If the weather was warmer, I’d have taken you to the woods and chased you.”
As I say it, her inner core tightens around my cock, drawing out a low moan from me. I keep up my pace, adding, “I’d even give you a head start. And once I caught you—and make nomistake, once I give chase, I’ll always catch you—I’d make you mine right then and there.”
Wren holds onto me as I fuck her, the look she wears a delirious one. She doesn’t seem opposed to the idea, which fills me with hope. I had the feeling this girl could take me as I am, that, even though she might be a good girl, deep down she’s been waiting to be very, very bad. Downright naughty.
“Is that something you’d like?” I ask her, and it takes her a moment, but eventually she nods. The smirk on my face can only deepen. “Of course it is. I know you. I’ve watched you, taken care of you, waited so long to make you mine. I knew from the first moment I saw you you were something special. You were always meant to be mine.”
The way she exhales after that informs me she cannot argue with me. It’s a sigh of contentment, one of acceptance. She is mine, and deep down she knows it.
I fuck her harder after that. How could I not? I fuck her with the sole purpose of coming. I know she and her friend stopped at the campus clinic earlier in the week, so it’s probably okay for me to come inside her, but just to be safe I plan on pulling out and painting her apex and her inner thighs with my cum.
She’ll wear my cum on her thighs when I take her home. Knowing that gives me a certain type of satisfaction nothing else in the world can.
I claim her the way I was always meant to, and this time when that familiar pressure builds in my lower half, I don’t push it off. I let it take me, devour me, and spit me back out. Lurching forward, I fill her pussy up to the brink once before I jerk out of her and spray my cum on her.
On those beautiful thighs. On her pussy lips. Everywhere I can, given the fact that her legs aren’t wide open for me.
The pleasure takes hold of me deeply, and I groan out my release, my eyelids slamming shut. It’s only after the orgasm’shigh fades somewhat that I let go of my cock and bring my lips to hers, kissing her hard before I stuff myself away and fix my pants. I do the same with her clothes, and she lets me, simply laying there and breathing hard.
I roll onto the blanket next to her and pull her into me as much as I can, given the jacket she wears. Winter time does not lend to intimate moments outside, but both our bodies are furnaces right now, so I think we’ll be fine for a little while yet.
My mask lays on her other side, its faceless surface staring up at the sliver of the moon in the sky, an omen of the darkness within me.
“I can’t believe it was you the whole time,” she whispers when she’s finally in control of her own breathing again. She lays on her side next to me, with my arm around her back, and she sounds so… so at ease, like there isn’t a single part of her that wants to escape this situation. Here, with me, is right where she was always meant to be.
“Did you honestly not think it could be me?”
“It crossed my mind, but—” She pauses for a while. “—I don’t know. I guess I just didn’t really think about it. It almost felt fake, like you couldn’t be real. Now, it makes sense why I felt such an immediate connection to you at the party.”
Hearing her say that makes me grin.
“How did you know where I’d be that night? How’d you know the theme of the party?”
I don’t know if she’s ready to hear that I have cameras at her place, so I simply tell her, “I have my ways. Like I said, I’ve been watching you a long time. Now that you’re no longer in one of my classes, I couldn’t wait anymore.”
“Could you get in trouble for this?”
“The university does frown against professors and students getting together, but their official stance is that, if a relationshipshould come about, that student cannot be under the instruction of that professor.”
