Page 2 of Run and Hide

Chapter two

Kian

God, the small girl with the crow tattoo has my cock rock fucking hard.

We see a lot of girls here. They love the thrill of being scared, but the little crow seemed freaked out, which made my cock weep for some kind of release. She might’ve only said a few words to us, but that was enough for me to imagine how she would sound moaning my name, the way her blue eyes would shine as she looked up at me. I can picture it perfectly.

Her between us both.

This is exactly why I entered the maze after leaving her with her friend. Cyrus is hot on my heels, knowing exactly what I need—what we both need.

We make our way into the corn maze, far in, where no one else would be.

His mouth is on mine instantly as I grip the back of his neck, needing him closer than possible.

“Cyrus,” I grit out as he nips my lower lip, his hand going to grip my cock through my jeans.

“So impatient,” he mutters. The arousal is evident in his eyes as he drops to his knees. His hand moves fast as he pops the button on my jeans, moving to my zipper next. My cock grows harder than I thought was possible as he finally frees it.

There is little to no light out here as I try to take in the sight before me, my eyes straining to see him. Not that it matters; all I need right now is Cyrus’ mouth around me while I come down his perfect throat.

He licks the tip of my length, and I suck in a breath at how sensitive I am. His hot mouth swallows the entirety of my length in one go, and I feel his throat relax as he sucks down every inch. The girl with the crow tattoo lingers in my mind, and I wish she was kneeling next to him. Better yet, I picture her down on her knees, taking both our cocks at the same time.

I imagine her beautiful eyes looking up at me, her lips wrapped around both of us. I groan as my hips push into Cyrus' mouth, and I feel myself getting closer and closer to the edge. I grip his hair, shoving him further down my shaft until he gags around me.

Cyrus doesn’t waste any time as his tongue circles the head of my cock, sending waves of pleasure through my body. I moan loudly as I feel my orgasm building, and he sucks harder.

“Fuck, I’m gonna come.” I hiss out a groan. “Are you going to swallow me down, Cy?” My chest rises and falls rapidly as his hand comes up to cup my balls, sending me seconds away from falling over the edge. I wrap my hands around the back of his head and push him impossibly further down my cock. Hitting the back of his throat, I thrust harder and faster, my fingers gripping his hair to help control my movements.

Cy gags once, and I cry out as hot cum shoots down his throat.

As usual, he takes every last drop.

Fuck, he’s perfect.

After I finish, he stands, bringing his thumb to his lips to wipe the remnants of my release off his face before sucking it into his mouth. I reach for him, wanting nothing more than to repay the favor, but he stops me.

“Not yet. I want to wait until we get that black-haired beauty alone.” A crazed smile is plastered on his face.

My smile matches his as I tuck myself away and stalk toward our hiding spot, where we’ll be waiting to cage our little crow.

Mia

I whirl around in a circle, as if Lily will jump out and scare me. After a few minutes of nothing, though, I decide to try to find her. Once she realizes I’m not with her, she will come looking for me. Without a doubt… right?

There are groups of people walking with their friends around me, and screams erupt every few minutes.

It’s getting late, so the maze is dark. Only a few lights are lined up against the corn, guiding everyone in the correct direction.

Every rustle of noise makes me jump as I wipe my hand across my damp forehead.

Never again am I trusting Lily when it comes to things like this. I have no idea how anyone enjoys being scared.

The path ahead is narrow, the stalks towering over me like ancient sentinels. I’m not cut out for this. I’m the girl who jumps at her shadow and slept with a nightlight well into her teens.

But peer pressure has a funny way of pushing you beyond your comfort zone.

I walk through the maze slowly, realizing I’m not far enough in for there to be any scare actors—and there’s still no sign of Lily.

Pulling out my phone, I try to call her, but my screen doesn’t turn on as I tap it with more force than necessary.

Dead.

I take a deep breath and step forward. The first turn comes quickly, and I hesitate. A single scarecrow leers at me, its stitched grin is mocking my fear as the button eyes seem to follow my every move. I clench my fists, determined not to let it get to me. It’s fake. I keep telling myself everything here is fake.

A scream hits my ears, and a group of girls sprint a few feet ahead of me, a huge man with an axe chasing them. He tries to grab a girl, but she turns at the perfect time, dodging him. Laughter breaks out within their group, and my eyes go wide as realization hits me. I’m going to have to walk by him. Why would he let me go without scaring me? That’s literally his job.

Maybe I could turn back? Perhaps I could go through the corn until I’m away from the ax man? But what about the next actor? I can’t hide in the corn; let's face it, that’s just as fucking scary.

My shoulders feel tight as I walk toward the man staring at me from a few feet away. A smile takes over his face, but as I get closer to him, he doesn’t move from his spot. His eyes follow my every move, but he doesn’t take a single step closer.

I can’t hear anything but the woosh of my blood rushing to my ears. Maybe I could just run through the maze and call it good, call an Uber, and go home.

But I don’t.

It seems like I’m the only one left. There’s no noise other than the shuffling of my feet as the man watches me until I’m out of sight. An owl hoots in the distance just as I hear ruffling next to me in the field. I stop walking, my head snapping in the direction of the noise.

Taking a few steps in the opposite direction, the same sound comes from the other side, giving me nowhere else to go but forward.

I quicken my steps to a jog as my stomach drops.

Only a few feet ahead of me is a girl with long black hair, her eyes barely peeking out as she takes a single step toward me.

Yeah, no. Absolutely fucking not.

A low growl comes from her, and she steps forward forcefully with one foot, as if she intends to grab me. I can’t hold in the scream erupting from me as I take off down the dirt path, following the endless rows of corn.

The creepy girl's laugh follows me until I smack right into something. Falling to my ass, I look up, and my eyes grow wide at what I’m met with.