cock into me with a violent thrusting of his hips, filling me up and making me gasp. We're both soaking wet, ice-cold, and shivering, but it doesn't matter. With our bodies, we create heat, undulating movements of our hips that bring our pelvises together again and again.
It's impossible to miss the slick, wet sound of Raz's cock pummeling my body.
He grinds my ass into the hood of his fancy new car, my plaid skirt wet and bunched up, my panties shredded, a button gaping on my shirt. With a growl, Raz reaches down and tears my top open, revealing two small mounds wrapped in lace. His thumb brushes one pebbled nipple through the fabric as I throw my head back in a moan, lifting my hips to meet his frenzied thrusts.
“Say it,” Raz manages to get out, blood still blooming on his pretty lower lip, his teeth chattering. “Fucking say it, Karma.”
“I hate you,” I whisper back, my own teeth clacking together. Raz leans in and kisses me, warming up all those cold places on the outside. On the inside, I'm still nothing but frost. But I won’t let myself go there just yet.
Our masks slide around as we kiss, glitter brushing off mine and onto his. We make quality masks out here in Devil Springs, Arkansas. They don't come off unless we take them off, and neither Raz nor I is ready to take off our masks just yet.
Moving my own hips in rhythm with his, I grind my clit against Raz's pelvis, feeling these warm, fluttering sensations that make my stomach muscles clench at the same time my cunt locks around Raz. He slows his own motions, groaning and digging his fingers into my hips as we nip and kiss at each other's mouths, tasting the hot copper burn of blood on our tongues.
My orgasm sweeps over me, and I let my head fall back, the red-lace covered mounds of my breasts lifted up toward the sky, my back arched. Stars sweep across my vision as the sensation takes over me, and I collapse at nearly the same time as Raz does, groaning and leaning over me, his blond hair wet and dripping.
“Fuck, I forgot to pull out,” he murmurs, too tired for a brief moment to sound much like an asshole. There's a hint in his words of a different Raz, a hidden softness underneath all of those sharp edges. “Shit.” He stays where he is for several minutes, my own heart beating wildly as we both probably sink into hypothermia. It is fucking cold out here.
Gently enough, I push Raz in the shoulder and he steps back, breathing hard as he puts his cock back in his pants.
“Are you on the pill?”
“Do you have a vasectomy? Don't make assumptions, and get fucked, Raz.” I stand up, pushing my skirt back into place as he grabs me by the upper arm.
“Don't play with me, Trailer Park.” I tear myself from his grip and head for the steps leading up the small hill into the house. I'm very careful to step over the broken plastic from the headlights as I go, calculating all the while how long it'll take Raz to follow me inside. Three, two … I hear footsteps padding behind me as he makes his way into the warm, cozy interior of my aunt's house. “Where's the shower? I'm fucking freezing.”
Still, I say nothing, leading him into the downstairs bathroom with its two-level countertop, one portion set lower with a big mirror for makeup, a wooden stool parked underneath. Inside the glass door of the shower, there's a faux black marble surround with a cutout in the center, showcasing the limestone that makes up the foundation of the house. It's threaded through with the glittery white shapes of naturally formed crystals that were hauled in with the stone. It's worthless crystal, but beautiful, nonetheless.
I turn the water to a mild temperature, so we don't burn our skin, and glance over my shoulder.
There's only one shower in the house. Technically, there's a tub in the bathroom upstairs, but that's not what this is about.
I step back into the water, still watching Raz as he struggles with his own inner bullshit, torn between wanting to fuck me, and wanting to kick the shit out of me. He must come to terms with the former—that, and the fact that he's freezing his ass off—and steps forward, dropping his slacks and underwear to the floor before climbing in with me.