“Tell me what you want,” he growls. “Say you want me to fuck your pussy with my tongue.”
“I want…” I stare at my reflection. Flushed cheeks, hooded eyelids, and parted lips. “I want you to…”
“Say it,” he pushes. “And I’ll slide my tongue into your sweet little hole.”
Saying it means confronting my desires and succumbing to my dirty fantasies. Every instinct tells me it’s wrong, yet my body disagrees.
“I…I …” I struggle to get the words out. “I want you to taste me.”
“Good girl,” he says. “That wasn’t so hard, was it?” He plucks a hair from my shoulder, rubs it between his fingers, then leans in. “You need to get used to asking for what you want, otherwise people will keep taking from you. People like Nate Holt.”
“Hold still,” he says, dropping to the floor. “Don’t take your eyes off the mirror. If you close them, I’ll know. You’re going to watch while your virgin pussy baptizes my face.”
All I can do is stay where I am, hyperaware that we’re in the middle of school. But I don’t want him to stop.
“Remember what I said, Little Ghost,” Eli warns, gripping my thighs to root me to the spot. “I want you to see what a dirty little slut you really are.”
He gently nudges the small of my back to reposition me, pushing my ass farther onto his face. My hands rest on the mirror for extra support as he rolls up the skirt of my dress. Ishiver as the flat of his tongue slides over my panties, warming my pussy and making me conscious of how wet I am already.
“Mmm,” he murmurs, sending a buzz through me. He hooks his fingers under my panties and moves them to the side to expose me. “Our filthy whore wants to be tasted, don’t you?”
Before I can respond, his mouth meets my wet flesh. My vision blurs from the sensation, but I keep my eyes fixed on the mirror as he asked. I don’t recognize the person looking back. The face of a girl whose pussy is getting eaten by a psychopathic stranger. A stranger who has likely done a thousand terrible things and is partially responsible for burning down a house.
He slurps loudly, drinking me. “You’re so fucking wet.” His gloved finger delves between my folds. “Your virgin pussy wants to be devoured. Do you like the feel of my tongue, Little Ghost?”
“Yes,” I whimper.
He kisses along my slit and uses his fingers to part my pussy before his tongue delves inside me. I yelp, the fabric of his rolled-up mask pushing against me as he forces his tongue as deep as it’ll go. He explores my inner walls, lapping at my insides until my thighs shake uncontrollably. He tongue fucks me like he’s trying to taste the very essence of my soul and consume every twisted fantasy I’ve ever had.
“It’s been a long time since I’ve eaten a pussy like yours.” He sighs, his breath heating me as he pulls back to admire the view. No one has seen me from this angle before. “So innocent, yet dripping with sin.”
He turns his attention to my clit, licking it like a sucker, then holding it in his mouth while it pulses. I moan as overwhelming pleasure takes over and I’m powerless to stop it. My back arches to give him better access, fully bent over the sink now, while he spreads my ass cheeks to bury his face deeper.
A flush of longing creeps up my neck as I keep watching myself. Watching how he can undo me with just his mouth.He’s everywhere—his lips and tongue all merge into one, like a hundred wet fingers touching me at once.
“Oh yeah,” he moans into my pussy. “Soak me, Little Ghost. Soak me with your dirty desires. Don’t look away, or I’ll stop.”
My orgasm builds to its earth-shattering conclusion. My eyes snap open, pupils wide. I stare at myself as he tips me past the point of no return, and my mouth morphs into a perfect O-shape.
Holy fuck, now I understand why people are so obsessed with sex…
My inner thighs tighten as his tongue slides inside my pussy, right on time for me to contract all over him. My moans vibrate my entire body as I clutch onto the sink to stop me from falling. He holds me in place, coaxing out every drop of pleasure he can, drenching his tongue.
“Fuck…” I gasp, shuddering.
When I’m done, my chest heaves from the exertion, and a bead of sweat drips down my face. The world looks different now, as if I’ve gained a whole new clarity. Mia always told me that orgasms were amazing, but this? It was even better than I expected, better than any orgasm I’ve given myself. But, most worrying of all, it’s giving me a craving for more.
While I compose myself, Eli stands. The giant whiteScreammask covers his mouth again. Maybe it’s better I don’t know what he looks like under it. I spin, very aware that my thighs are now coated in a mixture of my wetness and his spit. Evidence of what happened between us.
“You’re ours,” Eli growls. “Ours to touch. Ours to take from. Never forget that.”
“Is that it then?” I breathe. “You’re just going to leave?”
He chuckles. “I’m not leaving. You already know that.”
He turns to go.
“Wait!” I call after him. “Is this how it’s going to be from now on? You all just show up whenever you feel like it? Walking into my life like you own it? Treating me like your toy?”
