Page 8 of Bedeviled By The Jock (Halloween Temptation #3)

“ O nly if you want to, of course.”

I stare at the thick, meaty cock bobbing in front of me. There’s nothing I want more than to sit on it, to take him deep inside of me, but the logistics of actually doing it scare the shit out of me. How the hell is that ever going to fit?

As if reading my mind, Josh grabs a small bottle from the pocket of his shorts on the floor.

“This should help.”

“You came prepared?”

“Hey, a guy can dream.”

I’m on my feet the next second, stripping off my underwear and tossing it aside. Josh leans back in the chair, his gaze trailing over my now fully naked body, lit only by the moonlight streaming in through the oval window.

My erection bounces as I step forward and straddle his lap, facing him, our cocks touching.

His is a good two inches longer than mine, and so much thicker, but the way he looks at me, the lust in his eyes, doesn’t make me feel lacking.

Instead, it makes me feel hot, wanted, sexy.

Something I haven’t felt in a long, long time.

Maybe not ever.

Josh uncaps the bottle and squeezes a generous dollop of lube onto his palm. Then he sets the bottle down and reaches behind me, his big warm hand gliding over my ass, between my cheeks, his fingertips finding the tight ring of muscle there and spreading the slick stuff all over.

My body reacts instantly. My toes curl. My back arches. And a soft, needy moan slips past my lips.

“Someone’s sensitive, hm?”

I nod, biting my lip.

“How often have you touched yourself here?”

His fingertip traces slow, torturous circles around the pucker, applying pressure without breaching it.

“Never,” I admit.

“Never? You haven’t played with your ass at all?”

I shake my head.

“That’s a shame. Because this ass”—he grabs a handful and squeezes—“is fucking perfect. Round and perky. It’s asking, no, begging to be played with. Fucked. And I am going to, Sebas. I’m going to give it what it needs.”

He pulls me in and kisses me, his fingers still playing between my cheeks, teasing the tight muscle, pushing at it, but not yet breaching it.

I melt against him, arms looped around his neck, and he deepens the kiss. His tongue licks along the seam of my lips and pushes inside, and as it does, his index finger breaks past the resistance.

I whimper against his mouth and tense up for a second. The intrusion feels foreign, but the lube does its job, and when Josh starts sliding his finger in and out, a pleasant, tingly sensation takes hold of me. My whole body relaxes, and I lean into him, giving myself over to his touch.

When he pulls his finger out, it returns moments later with a second one. This time, the stretch burns a little, but I breathe through it, and soon the pain fades, leaving only a sense of fullness and a craving for more.

His fingers sink deeper, curl inside of me, and as they explore the depths of my hole, a white-hot bolt of pleasure shoots up my spine. I break the kiss with a gasp, my head thrown back, nails digging into his shoulders.

“Fuuuuck!”

Josh chuckles. “Found it.”

“What—ah! What the hell is that?”

“That, Sebas, is your prostate. Feels nice, huh?”

“Nice is an understatement. Holy shit.”

He presses his fingers against that spot, massaging it, sending shockwave after shockwave of raw pleasure through my body. My hips buck, and a spurt of precum leaks from my cock onto Josh’s abs.

He keeps going, keeps rubbing that magical spot, while his lips travel along the length of my neck and up to the shell of my ear.

“That’s where my cock’s gonna be in a few minutes, Sebas. That sweet spot right there. You can already picture it, can’t you? How good it’s gonna feel when my big ol’ cock slides against it, again and again and again, until you’re a shivering, shaking mess on top of me.”

His words drive me wild. My whole body is ablaze. Aching. Pulsing.

I grab the bottle of lube and pour a generous amount into my palm, then reach between us and spread it all over his cock. It jerks at my touch, and Josh sucks in a sharp breath.

“Getting impatient, hm?”

“Yes,” I breathe.

“Then let’s not waste any more time.”

With that, he withdraws his fingers, leaving me gaping and clenching around nothing. The emptiness is maddening, and my hole is desperate for something to fill it.

I lift my hips, reach under myself, and grab his cock, aligning the tip with my wet pucker. As soon as it nudges the opening, a wave of nervousness crashes into me, but before it can take hold, I start lowering myself. This isn’t the time for second thoughts.

Josh watches me intently, his hands resting on the sides of the armchair, letting me take the reins.

The moment the blunt, spongy cock head slips past the rim, we both hiss.

A searing pain rips through my body, and where my hole was desperate a moment ago, it clenches up now, trying to push the intruder back out.

Josh must notice the grimace on my face because he leans forward and presses a soft kiss to the corner of my mouth.

“Take it slow. Breathe. Don’t fight it.”

I try to do as he says, focusing on his eyes and the warmth of his breath against my skin. Inhale. Exhale. Gradually, the pain subsides, and my body relaxes, allowing another inch to slide inside.

“There you go,” he murmurs. “Just like that.”

My thighs shake with the effort of staying upright, so Josh steadies me with a hand on my hip. He doesn’t pull or push, just gives me something to lean against, and with his help, I manage to sink down a little deeper.

“You’re so big, Josh. So fucking big.”

“I know. But you can take it, Sebas. I know you can. Just go at your own pace. Get used to it, yeah?”

“Y-yeah.”

He peppers kisses along my jaw and neck, distracting me from the burn, and I take deep, measured breaths, waiting for the discomfort to fade.

And, bit by bit, it does. The stretch becomes bearable. Then tolerable. Then, dare I say, pleasurable.

I don’t even notice when my ass is fully seated on Josh’s lap. Not until the wiry pubes tickle my sensitive skin. Not until his heavy balls come to rest against my cheeks.

Josh smiles up at me. “All the way in. Told you you could do it.”

I reach behind me and touch where we are joined, not quite believing that every single inch of that thick, throbbing monster is now buried inside of me, but sure enough, my fingers brush only the root of Josh’s cock. The rest is trapped somewhere in the depths of my guts.

“Wow,” I breathe.

“Yeah. Wow.”

“I don’t understand how...”

“It’s a miracle, isn’t it? The human body.”

“A fucking miracle.”

We stay like this for a while, unmoving, our chests rising and falling in unison.

Just getting used to the feeling of being connected like this.

To the fullness. The closeness. I don’t think it gets more intimate than this.

Having someone inside you, feeling every breath they take, every twitch, every heartbeat.

I run a finger down Josh’s sweaty chest, over the ridges and valleys of his muscles, the streaks of fake blood, the tiny silver pendant hanging from his neck. It still feels surreal that I’m allowed to touch him like this. That I’m sitting here with my ass stuffed full, and it’s not a dream.

“You’re so hot,” I say. “So handsome. I can’t believe out of all the people gushing over you, you picked me.”

“Picked you?” he whispers. “That implies I had any choice in the matter. It’s like gravity, Sebas. Gravity. Once you fall, there is no stopping it. And when I saw you at the patch, I fell. Hard.”

My heart does a funny little skip.

I want to say something back, something half as beautiful, but the only thing that comes out is, “Fuck me, Josh. Please, fuck me.”

A dark gleam flashes across his eyes, and his fingers dig into the meat of my ass, gripping it tightly.

“As you wish.”

He lifts me, pulling out until just the tip stays inside, then slams me back down in one hard thrust, burying his cock to the hilt.

A raw scream rips from my throat and echoes through the attic.

Before I can catch my breath, Josh does it again. Lifts me up and slams me down, impaling me on his cock. The impact reverberates through my whole body, making my bones shake, my teeth rattle, my muscles burn.

I don’t even know if it’s pain or pleasure. There’s so much hitting me at once, I can’t tell one sensation from the next. The heat. The pressure. The fullness. It’s all too much and not enough.

My hands find the horns on his head, and I clutch them tight, holding on for dear life as he keeps bouncing me on his cock, making my ass swallow his beastly length over and over.

The armchair creaks and groans under our weight, and even the ceiling beams seem to protest. It’s wild to think there’s a Halloween party happening below us—people laughing, drinking, dancing—while up here in the dusty attic, I’m getting my organs rearranged by the quarterback of the football team.

I can only imagine how I must look right now. My naked body slick with sweat, legs spread over the armchair, my hard, throbbing cock flopping up and down as I get slammed into.

When I woke up this morning, the last thing I expected was to end the day like this. I thought I’d spend Halloween the same way I did last year. Alone in bed, watching scary movies and stuffing my face with pizza.

Instead, I’m getting stuffed by something else entirely.

And God, I never want it to stop.

My whole life I’ve been trying to keep the real me locked away, buried under layers and layers of denial.

I always thought I was just jealous of guys like Josh.

Never considered that maybe I was actually jealous of the girls fawning over them, of the girls they hooked up with. I was so fucking blind.

And now here I am, sitting on the guy of my dreams, and for the first time, I can be myself. The real, unfiltered, messiest version of myself. No more pretending. No more hiding. No more denying who I am and what I want.

I lean forward and smash my lips against Josh, our teeth knocking together in a bruising kiss. He doesn’t slow down, doesn’t stop fucking me. Instead, he wraps an arm around my waist and flips us around so that my back hits the cushioned seat.

He pushes my legs up, hooks my knees over his shoulders, and leans forward, the new angle letting him go even deeper. He looks a little possessed himself—eyes almost completely black, pupils blown wide, veins bulging in his neck, face red and dripping with sweat.

It’s a fucking sight to behold.

And the sounds. Oh God, the sounds. The smack of Josh’s heavy balls hitting my ass. The wet squelch of lube and precum as his cock pistons in and out of me. The ragged breaths and broken moans spilling from his lips.

With each thrust, he hits my prostate with deadly accuracy, and the pressure starts building at the base of my spine, making my limbs tingle. I grip the sides of the chair, my fingers digging into the old, worn fabric, bracing for what I know is coming.

Josh must sense that I am close, because his lips curl into a wolfish smile.

“You’re about to burst, aren’t you? I can see it on that pretty face of yours.”

“Y-yeah,” I gasp. “What about you?”

“Oh, don’t worry. I’m not far behind.”

“Don’t you dare pull out, Josh.”

“I wouldn’t dream of it.”

“I want you to fill me up. Every last drop. I want it all inside of me.”

His nostrils flare, and his gaze turns feral. “Damn, Sebas. Who knew you could be such a filthy little thing?”

“Promise me. Promise you won’t pull out.”

“I’m gonna pump you so full of cum, it’s gonna leak out of you for days.”

“Fuuuck, Josh!”

He grabs the base of my cock, holds it tightly, and starts jacking me off, the calluses on his palms scraping deliciously against the sensitive skin.

“Let go, Sebas. I got you.”

I can feel the orgasm building, the rush, the swell, the tingle spreading through my limbs. All the tension and frustration and longing from the past few years coiling into a ball of molten heat in the pit of my stomach.

A scream builds in my chest, but Josh silences it with his mouth. I come in thick, violent spurts, my body shaking uncontrollably.

Ropes of cum splatter across Josh’s knuckles, between our bodies, and as my ass clenches down on his cock, his thrusts turn frantic.

He growls against my mouth, a deep, animalistic sound that vibrates through my body, and a moment later, he follows me over the edge, flooding my insides with liquid heat.

He keeps his promise. Doesn’t pull out. He empties his balls inside of me, pumping rope after rope of thick, creamy cum straight into my depths, and the feeling of it, the warmth, the wetness, the pressure, is enough to milk a few more spurts from my spent cock.

It feels like an endless torrent. Like a fucking hose. His cock just keeps spewing, thick spurts flooding me until it leaks past the tight seal between us, trickling down the crack of my ass and dripping onto the armchair.

Eventually, the flow dies down and we stay like that, our lips barely touching, breathing each other’s air, his cock still nestled inside of me.

It takes a long, long time before he softens enough to slip out, and even longer before I feel ready to let him.

But when he does, his cum oozes out of my well-fucked hole, running down the insides of my thighs, and I feel strangely empty without him.

We collapse in a heap, and I curl up in his arms, listening to the rapid beat of his heart as it gradually slows down. His sweaty chest presses against mine, and his fingers lazily comb through my hair.

“Happy Halloween,” he whispers.

I pull him even closer, like I can somehow meld our bodies into one, and smile against his skin. “Best fucking Halloween ever.”

Right as I say those words, the lightbulb hanging from the ceiling flickers on. The attic fills with a faint, high-pitched buzz of electrical current.

Just a flash of flickering light, then it’s gone, and we’re left in darkness again.

“No way,” I breathe. “Did that just?—”

“Yeah. Yeah, it did.”

“Maybe that ghost is real after all.”

“I told you, Sebas. That spirit feeds off our energy.”

“Well, if that’s the case…” I whisper, grabbing his wrist and guiding his hand between my legs, letting him feel the sticky mess he made, “then it had a feast tonight.”