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He’s probably just moving to get up, but something about the way his pelvis brushes against mine sends a jolt of arousal through me, and my dick instantly goes half hard against him.

Oh shit.

No. Not here. Notnow.

This isn’t the first time I’ve gotten a boner at the wrong time, but itisthe first time it’s happened when I’ve had another guy on top of me, and I want to sink into the hard forest floor and never resurface.

My pursuer pauses, his bulk warm and solid as he presses me into the ground, and I lie there in horror as my dick goes from half hard to fully erect and a weird flush moves through my chest.

We’re completely still for a few beats, and the woods get bright again as the cloud slides away from the moon. But instead of the light being comforting, it just makes everything so much worse as I stare up at my pursuer in horror.

I have no idea what’s going through his head, but mine is screaming at me that I’m about to get my ass kicked for popping wood while one of my frat brothers is on top of me.

The shadowy void under his hood makes it impossible to see who he is, and my only saving grace is that I’m almost positive he has no idea who I am, thanks to my mask and his bulk blocking out the moonlight and casting shadows over me.

I brace for some sort of crashout or for him to punch me or call me a derogatory name, but instead of freaking out, he presses down on me in a slow wave and drags his pelvis against mine.

The scrape of my pants and his bulk against my dick feels way too good, and I bite back a moan as a pulse of pleasure hits me right in the balls.

I’m so stunned that it takes me a moment to realize that there’s an answering hardness pressing into my hip. What the fuck?

Is he hard too?

“Now isn’t this an interesting development,” he says in a low voice. “Am I mistaken, or is someone enjoying having me on top of them?”

I want to point out that I’m not the only one who’s hard, but the words die on my lips when he rocks his body and scrapes his dick against mine.

A low chuckle escapes from the depths of his hood, and I gasp as he forces my legs apart with his knees and settles his hips between my spread thighs.

The solid weight of him, and his hardness digging into my inner thigh, are doing things to me they have no business doing, and it takes way more effort than it should to not press up into him to feel more.

Another of those low chuckles rumbles out from under his hood, and I lie there like a ragdoll as he slides his hands down my arms and pins my wrists to the ground.

He leans more heavily on my arms, his face hovering only inches from mine. “You’re not fighting me,”

“I…”

“You what?” he asks in that low, slightly raspy voice that does things to my insides.

I try to say something, but the only thing that comes out is a soft puff of air.

He chuckles again, the sound full of dark amusement, and my entire body throbs with need.

What the actual fuck is happening?

I’ve always known that I’m not completely straight, but I’ve never reacted to another guy like this. Having sex dreams about my lab partner in tenth grade or getting tongue-tied at thirteen while talking to one of my older brothers’ friends because I thought he was handsome is one thing. Popping wood and having to fight the urge to rub up against one of my frat brothers while we’re both wearing masks and are supposed to be hunting each other in the woods is a completely different story.

Nothing about what’s happening should be hot or turn me on, but it is, and I have no idea why.

“Fuck,” I say on a breath, my voice barely audible, as he rocks his hips and gently works his length against mine.

“What do you want?” he asks, leaning so close I can feel the heat coming off him, even through the layers of our clothes.

Something about his tone sends a rush of desire through me. It’s commanding and firm, but there’s an undertone of cocky arrogance that hits me right in the chest.

“Tell me,” he rumbles, and a strange sensation of calm settles over me.

I might not know who’s on top of me, but he has no idea who I am either, and he’s obviously into whatever the fuck is happening.