Page 2 of Stalked By the Demon (Halloween Temptation #10)

The first thing I notice is that the man is tall. I’m not exactly blessed in the height department, topping out at five-foot-eight-inches, but this guy is almost as tall as the cornstalks.

He’s wearing two thick horns attached to his head. They look kind of expensive, nothing like the cheap devil ones I skipped over at the Spirit Halloween. Tangled, dark hair brushes the tops of his shoulders, and when my gaze meets his, glowing yellow eyes stare back.

My mouth falls open. Those are the craziest contacts I’ve ever seen in a costume.

“Oh, thank God.” I flash him what I’ve been told is my most charming smile. “I thought I was stuck wandering around forever.”

He grunts, folding his arms. “You shouldn’t be here, human. This place is not for weak beings.”

Rude much? I know I don’t look all muscled and tough, but I’m a perfectly capable guy. Kind of.

Maybe he’s still in character. That must mean I’m on the right track. “Totally agree, which is why I really need you to take me back to the maze. Pretty please?”

The man’s blank expression doesn’t change, his brows drawn over his forehead in the grumpiest look I’ve ever seen on anyone. The darkness makes it hard to see exactly what he looks like, but I can make out enough to know that he’s drop-dead gorgeous.

Instead of answering, he snorts and turns away like he’s about to leave me here. Panic shoots through me.

“Wait!” I hurry forward, tripping over dried grass and almost face-planting into the ground. “It’s okay, you can keep roleplaying! Wouldn’t want you to lose your job or anything. If you could, like, point me to a sign in a super creepy way, I’d be grateful. And I’ll pretend to be scared, promise.”

Though I won’t need to do much pretending.

He inclines his head. “The exit you seek is behind you, human. If you walk carefully and stick to the trodden path, you will arrive at your destination.”

Buzzing with excitement and the knowledge that I’m not going to die after all, I can’t stop myself from bounding over to the guy and throwing my arms around him in a hug.

The warmth of a bare, muscled chest hits my cheek, and hot embarrassment floods through me.

How the hell did I forget he’s shirtless?

I feel the moment his body tenses against mine. Oops. I’ve always been touchy-feely; Val says I’ve got no sense of personal space.

And this guy’s on the job. I’ve just hugged a worker on their shift.

“Oh my God, I’m so sorry.”

I let go of him as if burned, glancing down.

My blush deepens. This guy isn’t just shirtless, he’s…

he’s fully naked. He towers over me, muscles shifting under glistening skin like rippling water.

A thick cock dangles between his legs, nestled in a patch of dark hair that leads up to a happy trail over a plane of abs, before spreading across his wide, bare chest. Even though he’s soft, I can tell he’s fucking huge.

My own cock twitches in my shorts, and I pray to whoever’s paying attention that I don’t get fully hard. Not in these tiny shorts. They don’t exactly leave anything to the imagination.

Fuck, this guy is hot. And he’s staring at me with those intense, glowing eyes, gaze trailing over every inch of my body.

I chew on the inside of my cheek. “Um, you’re not wearing any clothes.”

“... I am not.”

He flashes me a weird look, like I’ve grown another head.

Embarrassment floods through me in a hot flush.

It’s not my fault that I can’t think clearly when this hot guy is looking at me like he’s actually interested.

Except that can’t be true. Someone with muscles like that could never be interested in me.

Jake’s proven that I’m basically unlovable and doomed to be alone.

Unsurprisingly, tears well in my eyes. Before I can wipe them away, the man grips my face in one large hand, long fingers curving around my entire jaw.

He makes a deep, subvocal noise that’s like nothing I’ve ever heard before and lifts my head, gathering the tears before sucking them into his mouth.

Sweat prickles under my arms. I’m suddenly so hot, I feel like I’m going to explode with it.

“What are you doing?” I ask, a little dazed. “Not that I don’t like it. It’s, um, actually it’s perfectly fine with me. Just… are you checking me for injuries? I didn’t get hurt, if that’s what you’re worried about.”

“You talk too much.”

I flash him a brilliant, if not a little distracted, smile. “Yeah, I get that a lot.”

Something about the way he speaks prickles the back of my mind. Like I’m missing some vital clue, but I’m so out of it that it’s all I can do to not combust right here.

The man makes another one of those noises that goes straight to my cock. The hand not on my face sinks into my hair, petting the blond strands, before drifting down to explore my neck, my shoulders, anything he can reach.

It isn’t sexual. At least, I don’t think it’s meant to be.

The man looks more curious than anything, like he’s exploring me.

His hands feel like heaven on my skin. Jake always hated how much touch I need to feel settled.

I’m a cuddle-addicted freak, and my eyes flutter as the man’s hand drifts down over my crop top and towards my stomach.

A thumb slides over my lips, warm and rough, rubbing at the open slit, before slipping inside my mouth. I can’t hold back a moan.

I’ve always loved having something in my mouth. Whether it’s fingers, a dick, or even a pen. Sometimes, when I can’t take the gnawing emptiness inside me, I’ll take out the black silicone dildo stashed under my bed and hold it in my mouth. Lick the tip until I’m drooling around it.

This feels a million times better. Live flesh and pumping blood.

His fingers taste like salt and earth, and every nerve ending in my body buzzes from the man’s attention. My cock is fully hard at this point, but there’s nowhere to hide, not when the man continues his exploration down my thigh, the back of his hand grazing against my stiff cock.

I gasp, hips jerking involuntarily. The man pauses, those intense eyes trained on me, stripping back every last layer of defense I have, straight to my core.

“Please. Please, touch me, it’s okay.” Needing the friction, I hump against his hand like a dog in heat. Oh, fuck. My eyes roll back in my head, and it takes more effort than it should to refocus. “It’s okay, it’s okay. You can make me feel good if you want. I want you to. Wanna come for you.”

“Needy brat. If I milk this cute little cock of yours, will you stop whining?”

I nod, my eyes still closed. “Anything you want. Anything, promise.”

For one horrible moment nothing happens, and I’m half-convinced that I’ve scared him away. Then he bats my hand off and grips the waistband of my boy shorts, tugging them down underneath my ass cheeks in one swift motion.

“Mmf, oh shit.” I pant as my cock springs up into the cool night air, slapping my bare stomach.

Then his hand is wrapped so tightly around me that it’s almost painful and large enough that my cockhead just peeks out the top of his fist. I wrench open my eyes. Seeing the russet red mushroom, my slit leaking copious amounts of precum, makes me moan again.

The hand on my jaw shifts, and he presses two of those impossibly long fingers into my mouth. I suck them in, flicking my tongue over every inch, eyes rolling in my head again as red-hot tingles travel through my body.

This has to be a new low for me. I’ve never felt this turned-on in my life, and it’s with a complete stranger.

But… somehow, that doesn’t feel true. It feels like I’ve met him before, the distant memory of a faded photograph, or a childhood home I haven’t been back to in years. The way my body reacts to him sure doesn’t feel like a stranger. It folds under his touch like a well-practiced lover.

His cock is definitely on the same page. If I thought he was big before, it’s nothing compared to now. Two delicious-looking balls dangle between his muscled thighs.

My mouth waters around his fingers. I want it so bad.

But the man doesn’t seem inclined to give it to me. Instead, he hauls me against him, ripping his fingers out of my mouth and replacing them with his own.

“Oh!”

He kisses like a hurricane, a whirlwind of tongue and teeth that makes me clutch at his strong shoulders and hump his hand like a jackhammer.

His tongue is so long. Long enough to reach the back of my throat, lapping and exploring every inch of me, just like he did with my body.

The slight burn of his scratchy, dark stubble only heightens the sensations.

“More,” I moan, eyes half-lidded, and my brain so hazy with lust it’s a wonder I can speak. “Please. Please, I need more.”

I don’t know what I’m begging for, but as if reading my mind, his hand slips from my hair down to my ass. The one place he didn’t check before. Burying his face into my neck, he grunts and slips long fingers between the two globes, stroking the hot, furled place down there.

That’s all it takes. Those gorgeous fingers nudging at my virgin hole, and his hand around my cock like a vice. Then I’m coming so hard I see stars.

My entire body shakes with the force of it, rope after rope spurting from my cock and coating his fist. Some of it splashes up to hit my stomach, the hem of my crop top.

“Ohmygod, ohmygod.” I groan, shuddering and shaking as the best orgasm of my entire life wracks through me.

The man huffs, letting go of my cock, and brings his hand up to his mouth to lick my come.

My come. It’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen in my life.

And so filthy it makes me shiver. When I reach down to pull up my shorts, my face comes within inches of his cock, and I can’t help but stare at it, mesmerized.

What would all that length feel like in my mouth?

“You taste sweet, human.”

My cheeks heat at the praise. No doubt I'm turning the most unflattering shade of red right now.

I blink up at him. “Really?

He runs the back of his dirty hand down my cheek and draws me up close, close enough that I can finally see his face in the darkness.

“I want to see what you look like on my cock.”

In any other circumstance, those words would be enough to get me ready for another round. But even though I hear what he’s saying, his mouth doesn’t move.

His mouth doesn’t move.

Panic kicks my brain into high gear, and before I can fully process what’s happening, I’m ripping out of his hold and taking off through the corn maze.