Page 6 of Right Number, Wrong Man

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My cock is so hard it hurts, but something else is throbbing, too. Or rather vibrating: my nerves. I’m anxious like a long-tailed cat in a room full of rocking chairs.

What if I’m an awful lover? What if I stick it in her and come instantly?

Worse, what if she laughs at me ? I’d have to steal one of Dad’s guns and take myself out back.

No, I have a battle plan. What I’m lacking in practical experience, I’ll make up for with perfectly executed theoretical knowledge I’ve gathered on the internet.

My fingers molding to the curve of her waist, I guide Hailey into the room and toward the bed. I pull the dust cover off and sit her down on the edge before I drop to my knees in front of her.

“By the way, what’s with the silent act? Are you okay under there?” she asks.

She reaches for my mask, but I dodge her hand.

“Are you shy?” She giggles, running a dainty finger along the mask. “If I’m honest, I’m into this. It’ s kinky. Like I’m the star of my own personal, sexy slasher movie. Alright then… let’s do it Myers style with the masks on.”

I stifle a laugh. Maybe that’s why the guy from Halloween never speaks. He’s just really shy about knifing people.

I tug off my gloves and stuff them into my pocket. My heart hammers like a wrecking ball against my ribs as I draw along her midriff.

Her skin is so soft, I can’t stop touching her.

I trail up her spine until I find the clasp of her bra, but I can’t get a grip on those tiny hooks. My fingers feel like oversized sausages, granting me the dexterity skills of a goldfish.

The longer I fumble, the hotter I get. My face itches under the mask, sweat trickling along my brow.

Fuck, I do suck at this! So much for theoretical knowledge.

Hailey reaches to help me, patiently undoing the clasp, and my breath catches as she slides off the bra. Hypnotized by her glorious breasts, my thumbs drag over her nipples.

This is really happening.

I’m gonna be the first man to fuck Hailey Grace Morgan.

I take the hunting knife from the sheath at my belt and she laughs when I cut the waistband of her panties, first one side, then the other.

“Hey, those were expensive! I should send you the bill. Taking a little souvenir, you freak?”

I shrug. It’s more than a souvenir. If this is all I’ll ever have of her, I need something to remember tonight by.

Emotions tighten my ribs, but I won’t let grief taint this moment. Tomorrow doesn’t matter.

I stuff the shredded lace into my pocket and my eyes land on her center. My cock jerks violently as she opens her legs wider and her slick pussy lips part for me, her swollen clit glistening.

My mouth waters. Sheathing the knife, I bend down and raise my mask just enough to bare my lips without letting her see my face.

“What are you doi—” A squeal cuts her off when I suck on her clit.

I flick the nub with my tongue, lapping along her slit to drink her nectar like booze. She tastes sweeter than I imagined. Sweeter than wine, sweeter than honey.

“Oh… my… God…” Hailey moans, gripping my shoulders. “Don’t stop!”

This is my first time eating out a woman, but I think I’m doing alright.

I push my middle finger against her dripping entrance, sliding easily inside. Pleasure jolts through my impatient dick, but this moment is for her.

I thrust gently and she keens. “More!” she whines. “I want more!”

With her begging all pretty like this, how could I say no?

I add a second finger, scissoring them, and Hailey writhes, her hips bucking against my mouth as she curls her legs around me.

“Your mouth feels so good… That’s the spot, yes!” she rambles.

This is some serious multi-tasking, but I focus, sucking her clit while I finger-fuck her. Her moans get louder and louder. Suddenly her thighs tremble. She drops back onto the bed, her inner walls clamping down on my fingers.

Did I make her come? I think I made her come!

Pride warms my chest, but I’m ready to explode, too. I pull the mask over my mouth and count sheep so I don’t jizz in my pants.

One fluffy lamb in a meadow.

I’ll bury my cock in Hailey tonight, and nothing will stop me. Not even the taste of her pussy on my lips.

Two fluffy lambs in a meadow .

Not even my dick wanting to blow his load too early. Talk about self-sabotage, buddy.

Three fluffy lambs in a meadow .

I’ll be the best lay she’ll ever have and she’ll think of me every time she has sex for the rest of her life.

I grab her around the waist, dragging her to the center of the bed. When I drop my pants and pull out my cock, she curses under her breath.

“You’re huge!” she bursts out. A hint of terror laces her tone, and I—being the psycho I apparently am—leak pre-cum into my hand.

Damn, I like her scared.

I crawl between her thighs and push a pillow under her hips. She’s sopping wet, but I know it’ll be a struggle to fit inside her. I notch myself at her center and wait, allowing her a moment to be sure she wants this as much as I do.

“What, do you want a written contract? Hurry up and fuck me already,” Hailey quips.

I’ve always liked her smart mouth, but I like it even better when she talks dirty.

My brain short circuits and my hips jerk forward. She whimpers as the crown of my dick breaches her pussy, her inner muscles bearing down on me. I shudder with pleasure. I know that she’s hurting, but I like it.

Why do I have to be such a twisted bastard? She deserves a gentle lover, not a sicko who gets off on her pain and?—

“Break me,” she whispers .

She did not just say that, right?

“Fuck me like you hate me,” she moans.

Wait, she’s into this? She wants me to hurt her?

I lose control. With one brutal thrust, I bury myself in her to the hilt, forcing her pussy to take all of me. She cries out. Her pulsing cunt sucks me in and I hold myself deep, losing my sanity inside her. She’s so warm and wet and tight?—

We’re both already out of breath when I start pumping my hips. Shallow movements at first, but my restraint falls apart with every thrust. Soon, I pull all the way out and slam ruthlessly into her. Hailey yelps. I freeze, worrying I hurt her badly, but she grabs my biceps.

“Don’t hold back,” she whispers, and I hear the smile in her voice.

She doesn’t need to tell me twice.

I pound into her tight cunt with reckless abandon and her hips eagerly meet my rhythm. I twist her nipple, but this time I’m not gentle. She unravels a second time and as her pussy massages my cock, I can’t hold on another second.

I fill her until my seed leaks out of her and onto the mattress. It’s light pink, our essences mixed with a bit of her blood.

I’m hovering above the world in perfect bliss—until she speaks.

“That was incredible, Mike,” she whispers.

Mike .

Tears sting my eyes.

The illusion is over, but I knew what I was getting into. Like Grandpa Jim once told me: If you wanna be stupid, you gotta be tough.

I ain’t tough, but I made my choice.

Gritting my teeth, I pull out and tuck away my cock before righting my clothes. Hailey sits up to take off her mask, giving me a soft smile.

My heart stops.

I want just one more moment of pretending she wants me. Pretending the love in her eyes is meant for me and our story is a fairy tale, not a tragedy.

I press my palm to her hot, flushed cheek. Her eyeliner and mascara are smudged and her hair is damp with sweat, but she’s still beautiful. More so, like she’s glowing from within.

I trail a finger across the slim scar cutting through her left brow and my stomach knots. This is Mike’s fault. His stupid prank made her faint and she hit her head, needing stitches.

I wish I could kiss it better. I wish I could kiss the tip of her nose and the corners of her lips. I wish I could take off my mask and tell her the truth sitting in my mouth like hot coals.

About the prank. About my feelings.

I wanna crawl at her feet and beg her to love me instead of my brother—but I don’t. I stand up and it’s like pushing a rusty knife through my chest.

“Where are you going?” Hailey asks.

In a perfect world, I’d stay and promise to love her forever, but I can’t… because I’m not him.

I held the love of my life, yet only for a moment. She ain’t mine to keep.

When I don’t answer, the sparkle in her eyes dulls. She feels used and I feel like an asshole. I should’ve thought about what this would do to her, but I was selfish.

I hate myself for it.

Steps thundering, I rush out the door and down the stairs with her taste on my lips and her blood on my cock.

She doesn’t know it, but I leave a part of myself with her. Losing her carves a hole where my heart should be, shaped like her lips, her eyes, her smile. I feel like an open gash, raw and sore and bloody. A wound that’ll never heal.

When I walk out into the dark garden, my soul shatters.

Without her, I’ll always be half a man.

I remember her note in my pocket and a wry smile splits my face. This doesn’t have to end badly for her.

I can make it right.

Mike is blackout drunk and high. If I sneak her note back into his pocket and make up a story about what happened, he’ll believe me.

I’ll claim that I saw him and Hailey going into the guest house and he’ll assume they had sex. It wouldn’t be the first time he was too fucked up to remember whole nights and the girls he spent them with. Then I’ll make him apologize to Hailey for leaving her after the act.

If he refuses, I’ll threaten to tell everybody about his prank. No matter what it takes, I’ll make him do the right thing this once—cause I can’t do it myself.

I choke back a sob.

She can still have a happy ever after. Not with me, but with the man she really loves, and that’s good enough for me.