Chapter 25 | the graveyard smash

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October is a good month.

            And not just because Halloween was my favorite holiday growing up, but because Aurora and I spend more time together. We haven't done anything besides movies and dinner and working on homework. We have class together too. But honestly, that's all I need right now.

            Getting to see her more than once a week, now getting several precious nights together the past two weeks in my apartment, something that had been unfulfilled for so long inside me rests easier. I don't know if she feels the same.

            But I have to assume she does because she's just as happy as I am when we're together.

            And I get to see her again tonight.

            Though it is under different circumstances.

            One of her friends, the same friend that had that first party we danced together at over the summer, is having a Halloweens party. She and all her roommates are going, and she texted me, along with Dallas who reached out on his own, telling me to join them.

            She won't tell me her costume, insisting it's surprise and so now I'm here, standing in front of my closet with little to no idea of what I should wear. I don't have anything, besides my basketball uniform that could pass as a costume—and Ryder's done that too many years in a row now. I can't stoop to the same level.

            Eventually I settle on a black pair of cargo pants, black t shirt and a black leather jacket. This paired with a pair of black shades and now I pass as someone straight out of the cast of The Matrix. It's simple and easy, which at this point, is better than nothing.

            Last night, Aurora came over and we ordered Thai, which she told me is an appropriate celebratory meal for the fact that we'd finally finished the Twilight series. She'd also told me if I didn't wear a costume tonight, she wouldn't talk to me. Which is why I'm even bothering with the whole Matrix get up.

Then we'd fallen asleep together on my couch, her small body wrapped in my arms.

The perfect form of comfort and torture wrapped up in one.

Comfort because I could hold her, feel her breathing against me, enjoy the sweet vanilla of her perfume.

Torture because I wanted more. I wanted to kiss her, touch her, make her come undone. Watch us come undone together.

But that would be too much.

My dick my fucking hates me for it, especially after I stopped being able to find relief with other women, but I can't give it what it wants because that will compromise everything. Right now, we're balancing on the edge of a very fine line. Sex will push me over that line, into territory I don't have a chance of coming back from.

Part of me knows that it's inevitable. But I can still at least try to resist temptation, right?

To make matters worse my own fist won't even do it for me anymore. Any release I might have found before was unsatisfying yes, but at least I could release. Now, I can't seem to reach it no matter how hard I try. No matter how desperately I need it.

I feel my dick twitch beneath the fly of my pants at the thought as I prepare to leave the apartment. Almost like it's truly angry for the self-induced celibacy I've put us both through in the past two months since breaking things off with Amanda.

Still, I ignore it.

Grabbing my phone, keys, and wallet before heading out the front door of the apartment. Then I'm hopping on my bike, revving the engine as I speed out of the parking garage and head towards The Hill where the party is most likely in full swing by now.

Sure enough, when I park my bike on the street and walk up the front lawn, the house in front of me is booming with music and drunken shouts as the people filtering between the entry way and the porch greet each other. Cries of "I love your costume" and "dude, that's so sick" echoing towards me as I march up the front steps.

I'm halfway through the open door when I feel someone grab my shoulder and I look over to Lukas, though I barely recognize him beneath the smeared paint on his face. One glance at his green suit and purple vest tells me he's dressed up as the Joker.

"Bro!" He shouts, yanking me forward into a sloppy hug.

"Hey man," I chuckle, steadying him as he's clearly more than a few drinks deep by now.

"You're from the matrix, right?" He asks, gesturing to my all-black attire and I nod.

"Yeah," I say, shouting a bit over the noise. "It was easy to throw together at the last minute."

"I hear that," he nods. "I wouldn't have even worn a costume if it wasn't for Olivia. She wanted to be Harley Quinn, so naturally I had to be the Joker."

"Makes sense." I shrug and then he's waving me forward.

"Come on," he tells me. "Everyone is out back, and there should be some drinks out there too if you want one."

A drink might be a good place to start tonight, especially considering the nervous energy I suddenly feel rushing to my stomach. I'm not sure why I feel nerves, maybe because Aurora and I will be in front of her friends. Or maybe because I hope she approves of my costume.

We push our way through a sea of drunk college students, eventually shoving out the back door and moving to stand at the top of a haphazard deck. My eyes scan the yard, looking for familiar faces and I feel a thump in my chest when I spot them.

I see Dallas first, his bleach blonde head bobbing over the crowd as he gestures to the others. Then I see River, who stands next to him, in an 80's workout set. Lukas moves down the steps, and I follow, weaving our way around a game of beer pong until we reach our friends.

Maddie, who is also wearing some sort of 80's themed costume, stands with her boyfriend. And then my gaze finds her. She is standing between Maddie and Dallas now, a hard lump forming in my throat as I take in her costume. She's wearing a high cut pink leotard, fuzzy leg warms cover her shins, paired with white sneakers. The way that leotard sticks to her like a second skin is sinful, the apex of her thighs clothed only by a tiny scrap of fabric.

Her tits swell against the material too, nipples poking against the leotard from the slight chill in the air tonight. I admire her hair, long, and dark as it cascades around her shoulders in voluminous waves.

"Look who I found," Lukas announces as we both join the group.

Aurora looks up from her conversation with Maddie, a brilliant smile spreading across her face when she sees me. I can't help the smile on my face too when she moves towards me. Everyone else waves and greets me, but in all honesty I'm only looking at Aurora.

"You made it!" She cheers, leaping into my arms as I laugh in surprise, catching her.

"Of course," I say gently, ignoring the swelling of my dick as she presses herself against me, my hands remaining respectfully at her waist despite itching to glide down over her plump ass, which is also exposed in her little outfit.

"And you're . . ." she pauses, stepping back a bit to look me up and down. "Oh, I know, you're from the matrix."

"Yep," I grin, and she giggles.

"I'm proud," she says. "I wasn't sure you'd wear a costume."

"Well, you said you wouldn't talk to me if I didn't," I remind her. "I couldn't have that."

"I would've still talked to you," she admits sheepishly. "Otherwise, why would I invite you?"

"Oh, so it was an empty threat?" I tease and she rolls her eyes.

"Whatever," she mutters. "You need a drink, come on."

I glance up to the others, all of whom send knowing smiles our way that I ignore as Aurora tugs her hand through mine and pulls me back towards the house.

"Where are these drinks?" I ask and she glances over her shoulder.

"Kitchen," she says simply. "There were some out here, but I think they're all gone by now."

I nod, letting her guide me until we're maneuvering our way into the tiny, squat kitchen of the house where Aurora finds a bottle of Svedka, but unfortunately there are no chasers in sight.

"Shots then?" She asks, grabbing two small solo cup shot glasses as we find a spot for ourselves against one length of the kitchen counter.

"Why not?" I laugh and she giggles, clearly already a bit intoxicated. We down two shots each, both of which seem to go straight to Aurora's head as she clings to me. One of her friends, whose name I don't care to remember, talks to us for a few minutes then. Asking if we're planning to stay here all night and if we know of any other parties.

I mainly observe, smirking to myself as Aurora wobbles next to me, giggling and holding on to me for support. It's not until her friend finally leaves us alone again that I notice the look in her eyes, the one from that night I kissed her. One that could get me to do anything for her without question.

"Come with me," she says, standing on tip toe so that her hushed tone reaches my ears as I blindly allow her to take my hand again.

Before I know what's good for me, she's yanked me down a short hallway and into a small, white tiled bathroom, locking the door behind her. Then my back is to the small, bathroom vanity as she approaches.

"Aurora," I warn, angling my head down to watch her as she steps right up to me, pressing her body against mine. She runs her hands up my chest, beneath the leather jacket and around my neck as my own hands find her hips.

"I'm sick of fighting it," she whines, eyes heavy lidded and sultry. "I want you to touch me, to kiss me. I hate that you haven't since Avanti."

"You know there's no going back, right?" I manage, my voice scratching like sandpaper on wood. "If we—if I touch you now."

"Why does it have to be different?" she asks, green eyes wide. His hips flex under my grip, almost like their aching for my dick which is straining so hard against the zipper of my pants I'm afraid it'll punch a hole right through them.

"You know why." I grit out. "You've felt it too, these past two weeks."

She doesn't respond then, but the expression on her face is all I need. It tells me that she does know, that she does feel the same things too. That if we kiss right now, if I touch her, she'll be mine.

"I need you to understand this," I repeat, sliding one hand across her lower back, the other moving to hold her jaw securely in my palm so she has to look at me. Her soft, full lips part, a small breath escaping them as she blinks slowly. "If I kiss you now, if I touch you, you belong to me."

And I'll belong to her.

The smallest whimper leaves her mouth, hands clinging to my chest now as they tighten into fists with the fabric of my t shirt. That fucking mouth. I want to taste it again. Want to see those lips parting while I fit the seam with the head of my cock.

"Wyatt," she manages, the column of her throat sliding beneath my hand as she swallows. The flush in her cheeks and chest tell me she likes that idea. Her nipples pebble beneath that leotard, heat singing my body where I can feel them pressing against me.

"You like that don't you?" I ask, fire scorching my veins as I barrel forward, with no care for anything that had held me back before. She'd given me an opening, and I was going to take it.

I tighten my grip on her jaw and throat, desire flooding my balls as her gaze flares, and she nods.

"The idea of belonging to me," I murmur, my voice slowing to a crawl as I lean closer, inhaling the scent of her perfume. I press my lips to the base of her jaw, savoring the warmth of her delicate skin before moving up. "I already know that pretty little pussy is dripping for me."

A choked, sultry noise flutters out of her.

"It's yours," she sighs softly. "It already belongs to you."

"What belongs to me?" I correct, yanking her head back and meeting the heat of her eyes with my own. She shudders, closing her eyes briefly before continuing.

"Say it." I interrupt her as she opens her mouth. "I wanna hear you say it."

"M—my pussy," her cheeks blaze as she speaks. "It's always belonged to you."

My jaw grinds, a low growl rumbling in my chest as I yank her forward and our lips finally meet, crashing together. She mewls into my mouth, clawing at my shoulders and yanking one hand through my hair as she clings to me and kisses me hard. I kiss her back, wrapping her hair around my fist and yanking her head back so that I can angle her head, so that my tongue can dip into her mouth.

This time when we kiss it is different.

Before, it was an exploration.

Now, I'm staking my claim. Ownership.

She's mine.

Only mine. Anyone else touches her and their dead.

Anger surges through me when I think of that piece of shit Patty, of the way his greedy hands had searched for her that first night, of the way he touched her hair at Avanti, the way he bought her drinks and stood too close, still hoping to take her for his own.

The idea makes me want to beat his face into the ground.

Flashes of red cloud my vision, my hand desperate to touch what's before me. Tracing the smooth dip of her neck, before falling to the straps of her leotard. Her mouth moves effortlessly with mine. The ease we'd discovered spending all those stollen nights together finding its way into this moment right now.

"Fuck," I groan against her lips, my teeth nipping at her bottom lip before I bite down hard and pull back.

"Take me Wyatt," she begs then, her eyes glowing emerald with lust and need and something else too. Something that tells me she can feel this isn't ever going to be simple again. "Please. I need to feel you."

"Not yet," I shake my head, drawing in a ragged breath.

When I take Aurora, it won't be in some dingy bathroom mere feet away from a thundering party. No, that's not what I want.

"Please." She whimpers, eyes welling, and I yank her towards me again, dragging my mouth over hers in another desperate, burning kiss that leaves us both holding onto one another for dear life. My lips travel the expanse of her neck, down to her shoulder where I press feather light kisses as she moans softly.

I slide my hands down her body, palming her breasts over the fabric of her outfit. Squeezing them roughly, pinching her nipples as she shakes beneath my touch. Then I move lower, reaching the apex of her thighs before I slide my fingers beneath the material.

"Shit, you were naked beneath this thing?" I groan, pleasure racing up my spine when I meet the soft, supple skin of her bare cunt. She clutches my arm then, her other hand reaching between us to palm at the bulge in my pants which is begging for attention. 

Then I slide two fingers farther down, pleased when I find exactly what I expected. Moisture pools at her opening, coating my fingers eagerly as I pull the scrap of fabric to the side. With my thumb I stroke her clit, shivers traveling up her body as her thighs part wider and she arches into my touch.

"Wait," she breathes, her hand gripping my wrist as something new lights her gaze.

"What do you want?" I ask and she smiles. Slowly, I allow her to pull my hand from her heat, leaving herself exposed to me as she pushes all her hair over both shoulders, tucking it behind her ears. Then she's sinking to her knees, fingers reaching up for the button at the top of my pants as my dick surges with realization.

I'm so hard, it's painful.

Weeks of no release throb in my balls, desperate to find their home in her throat.

"Y—you don't—" I start but she silences me by undoing my pants, pulling the fly down and shifting the waistband down along with my boxers as my cock bobs between us.

"Let me take you instead," she whispers, and her words soothe every inch of me.

She takes me in her hand, stroking me softly from the head to the base as I wince and clench my teeth together. Her hand would be enough to make me cum right now.

"So, fucking good," I breathe, my voice like gravel as she smooths precum leaking from the tip around the swollen head. Then, as my eyes begin to lull, she dips her head forward, pink lips parting to take me in her mouth.

A guttural moan echoes from me around the tiled walls of the bathroom.

I swear this is the best thing I've ever felt. I needed this so badly, and now that I realize, I almost feel bad for torturing my dick. But it was worth the wait. Worth it to see her kneeling before me now, lashes fluttering as she maintains eye contact with me while she slowly takes me in. Bobbing her head, pulling me into her mouth deeper and deeper with each pass forward.

"Aurora," I groan, reaching down to stroke her cheek gently. "I'm not gonna last baby."

But she doesn't stop, eyes blazing with heat now at my words. And I realize the idea turns her on.

"You want me to cum in your throat?" I manage, sucking in another breath when she hollows her cheeks and takes me a stroke deeper. My dick twitches in her mouth, forever in love with the silky heat of her tongue. I feel myself hit a new spot inside her, an audible gag sounding and concern flashes through me.

I try to reach down again, to pull her off me but she swats my hand away. A glimpse of anger shining up at me before I realize she won't stop. That she doesn't want to.

She guides my hands to her head, kneeling farther down and angling her head up, showing me the smooth length of her neck while she holds me between her lips. My balls draw up, ass cheeks clenching together as I realize I'm the closest I've been to release in weeks now.

"You want me to fuck your face?"

Her eyes blink back at me, head dipping ever so slightly in a nod. A moan sounds from her, the vibrations sending another wave of unbelievable pleasure racing through me. It's then I realize she's dropped on hand, a growl dragging out of me as she presses two fingers rapidly against her clit.

"Tap my leg if you need me to stop." I instruct her and she dips her head again.

Then I tighten my grip around the base of jaw on either side of her head, my fingers stretching up into her hair while I steady her mouth before I thrust gently between her lips. Her jaw slacks, widening enough to take all of me, and her head tilts back.

"Uh baby," I groan, watching her take me so well. "You're doing so good."

Another moan pulls a choked noise from me.

"That's it," I coax, sliding in until I feel myself fill the smooth wet column of her throat. She gags around me, eyes watering as tears begin to fall down her cheeks but her whimpers of pleasure encourage me. One hand gripping my shin now as the motion of her hand between her legs increases.

This is the hottest thing I think I've ever seen in my life.

Me, literally balls deep in her mouth, spit and tears coating her chin.

Her, fingering herself until her thighs shake with pleasure.

The idea sends a warning sensation of pleasure down my spine this time, straight to my balls and my cock responds with a resounding ache. I start to move again, jaw slacking open and my eyes starting to lull shut while I let

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