Page 5 of Now You See Him

“So what made you want to move out here into the woods from New York?” he said over his shoulder.

He was making small talk. She could tell it was a distraction technique, and she wasn’t embarrassed to admit that she appreciated it.

Her skin was already alive in goose bumps, and she could feel the hair raise on the back of her neck with memories from the last time she’d been down here.

“My fiancé has family that lives in the next town over,” she said.

“He started to visit them more over the last two years, and on one of the trips where I accompanied him, I saw the For Sale sign in front of the house. It was…perfect. The house, I mean. It was something that I didn’t know I wanted.

My fiancé was against it. He is a city-boy convert.

The compromise was that I would buy it and we’d give it a shot for the next six months. ”

“Mhm-hmm.” Derrick’s noncommittal sound had her pulse jumping once they reached the bottom of the stairs.

“Meaning?”

He glanced at Tina again as he crossed the large, empty concrete room to the gray breaker box. There was a sheepish smile on his handsome face. “Oh, nothing.”

She crossed her arms over her chest. “No, you can say it. I know everyone is thinking it already.”

His look was assessing. Penetrating. He flipped open the breaker box while keeping eye contact. “If you were my fiancé, not only would you get the house you wanted, but you sure as shit wouldn’t be buying it on your own.”

“Yes, well Logan and I are…different. We’re practical. That’s how we first connected. There has always been no nonsense between us.”

He raised an eyebrow, his mouth parted. There was awareness in his eyes. Recognition. Shock. “Did you say Logan ?”

Tina nodded.

Derrick turned to face the breaker.

“Why? Do you know him?” she asked.

There was a long, intense pause. “I knew a Logan once. Probably not the same person. The Logan I knew wouldn’t come back to town after leaving the way he did.

” Derrick scanned the breakers and shut the box.

“It looks like everything is in order here. I’ll just check the hot-water heater, the lights, and?—”

They were plunged into darkness so deep that even shadows were invisible.

“Derrick?” Tina couldn’t control the panic in her voice. It was high-pitched, reedy, as her heart began to pound, threatening to push through her rib cage.

“I’m here.” The words were a whisper, and they sounded raspy. Like Derrick but different.

That’s when she realized they were spoken from over her shoulder instead of across the basement.

Fear snaked up her spine as a blast of cold air brushed against the nape of her neck, then the shell of her ear.

Her skin instantly felt hot and flushed.

From one blink of an eye to the next, her knees went weak and she was hornier than she’d ever been.

It consumed her body until she was overwhelmed with a desperate need to come.

“I’ll take care of you.” This time she wasn’t sure who spoke because it was clear there were two voices in the room with her.

Something caressed her lower back, and she bowed into the contact. There were loud footsteps. Thunderous. A grunt.

“D-Derrick, what?—”

Lips landed on hers, bruising and carnal, as she was yanked up against a hard chest. In the inky darkness, she could only feel the way this man tried to dominate her mouth, the way his scruff burned her skin and his big hands gripped her ass and pulled her until she was pressed against his erection.

She’d never been kissed like this before.

Like she was a five-course meal and every bite was a delicacy that needed to be both savored and devoured.

The lust was too strong, too insatiable, and she couldn’t resist, as if she were possessed by it. At that moment, all she wanted was this man who was wrapping her ponytail around his fist and yanking her head back so he could control her.

His tongue plunged deep inside, licking her up, and in one swift move, he tore at her shirt, ripping it in half, sending buttons flying everywhere. The sound of each one hitting the concrete was barely audible over her gasps for air.

Flannel fluttered to the ground, and his skin was slick already as she raked her nails over his chest and the ridges in his abs.

Her bra was ripped off her arms, her tits bouncing as they were freed.

She was dragged to the floor, shoved onto her back.

Derrick slapped her tit hard enough to sting, shooting a bolt of pleasure straight to her core.

She sobbed, demanding, begging for more.

With the cold concrete biting against her shoulder blades, and Derrick’s hulking form over her, he tore her jeans down her legs.

She panted, desperate and needy. Her mind was clear of all thoughts except chasing her pleasure as she kicked at the fabric, pinching her nipples, desperately trying to alleviate the ache.

The sound of his belt buckle hitting the floor was just as loud, and in one blissful, filthy move, Derrick’s fingers plunged into her soaking-wet cunt.

She came the minute he was two knuckles deep and his thumb pressed hard against her swollen clit.

The orgasm was like a hurricane that shredded her sanity.

Was it possible for her to scream so loud that her own eardrums vibrated from the sound?

Her back arched off the floor as she was taken over with pleasure.

Then she felt the broad head of his penis and could only think how familiar he felt against the slick folds of her pussy, but there was something different about it.

It fit inside her in a way that was so deliciously perfect.

She knew this cock, felt this before. She recognized the ridges, the size. Panic fluttered on the edges of her consciousness, and she was briefly aware that what she was doing was wrong. This wasn’t a dream; this was reality.

In the dark, hands gripped her wrists and yanked her hands over her head, holding her prisoner while another set of hands continued to hold her spread open.

There were two sets of hands.

Before she could process that information, Derrick shoved deep inside of her in one sharp, near-painful thrust. She screamed again. He robbed her of her sense, of her strength, of her breath, as he filled her up so, so good.

As her hands remained immobile, Derrick pushed her knees to her chest and leaned forward until she felt like his cock was in her chest, in her throat.

He began to rut into her. Tina felt her back scrape against the concrete, and she strained against her shackled wrists.

She still couldn’t see Derrick’s face, couldn’t smell him, or pull him close, so she closed her eyes and let him fuck her harder than she’d ever been used, ever been fucked before.

Just as she tilted her head back, lost in pleasure, she felt him, she felt someone , grip her jaw and pry her mouth open.

Derrick railed her as another dick, thick and long, was shoved into her mouth until it hit the back of her throat.

She gagged, struggling against the force of the intrusion.

It had been a while, so it took her a minute to remember to breathe through her nose, to relax her throat.

Tina wasn’t scared. She was having the best sex ever with cock in her mouth and in her dripping-wet pussy.

She was delirious with it as orgasms rolled over her one after another until her legs were shaking from the intensity of her pleasure.

She didn’t know how long she’d been fucked, a fucktoy, her throat and cunt so full.

Just as she was sure she was going to pass out, the dick in her mouth slipped from between her lips and a stream of cum shot out to cover her mouth and then her tits.

Derrick’s thrusts were hard, erratic, crucifying, as he cupped her ass cheeks, tilted her hips up and drove into her.

The mother of all orgasms built inside her like a tsunami.

Over and over, the feelings crescendo, until her mind was blank, her body was alive with sensation, and she couldn’t do anything but embrace the wild erotic explosion that burst inside her.

Then Derrick was pulling out and spraying his cum on her naked abdomen.

She gasped for air, desperate to breathe through the madness, as slowly but surely her thoughts began to return. There was rustling, the scrap of a belt buckle against concrete, then footsteps in the dark.

A moment later, the lights flickered on and Tina sat up slowly, aware that she was still in the basement, shreds of her naked clothes strewn around her. More importantly, she had cum all over her tits and her stomach. She’d been fucked by two cocks.

As she gingerly got to her feet, she felt the aches and pains in all the right spots. Just the memory of her orgasm was enough to make her shiver again.

But it also reminded her that she’d just cheated on her fiancé.

But more importantly, who did she cheat on him with?