He groaned deep in his chest as his full thick length sank in. “Ohhhh fuuuuck.”
Damn, he feels so good.
Rocking against me, he pumped me with hard, long strokes. “Fuck, Kenna…you were gorgeous up there. You were fuckin’ perfect.”
His eyes seared into mine, not letting me look away.
“I’m so proud of you,” he said, his voice sounding dangerous. “I was afraid I’d fuckin’ come in my pants in front of everyone. I was so close…” His chest heaved with his breaths, and he pounded and pounded and pounded.
He needed me to come, and I was. He was pushing into me brilliantly.
“Oh God, Phil,” I moaned.
“Come on, Kenna Baby. Come hard for me. Squeeze me till I break inside you.”
My head banged back into the door as my orgasm tore through me. Phil roared out my name, slamming his fist next to my head, while his cock pumped and jerked within me. Cruelly, his mouth bruised mine, as if he were desperate to saturate himself with me or me with him.
“Fuck,” he grunted, pulling back his head. Looking down at my face, he scowled. “Your makeup was awesome before I fucked it up.”
“You didn’t fuck anything up, babe,” I panted. “You’re just marking me as yours.”
He groaned, gentling his hold on me. “Too fuckin’ right. I’m gonna be drippin’ outta you all fuckin’ night.”
Laughing, I replied, “Yeah, you will be.”
An afterglow of sex haloed pretty much all of us as the limo driver took us to the after-party at one Mike Stacy’s house. He was the lead singer for the opening band, Slaying Stacy, and an LA resident. I didn’t mind their music. They had some catchy tunes and got a lot of radio play. But I wouldn’t consider them anything extraordinary.
After Phil and I had returned from our sexcapade in the utility room, the guys all showered off and got dressed in some comfortable clothes. I noticed not one of our sugar skulls were intact, and by the look of Sheri, I was pretty sure Jason was scrubbing paint off his cock. The guys had been careful not to get their faces wet, and Camryn did a little touch-up work, except on Phil, who didn’t want to lose the makeup that had been transferred from my face to his.
It’s the little things that make him happy. Weirdo.
A little after midnight, the limo cruised up the winding drive, pulling up in front of a grand entrance. Strobe lights flickered, fog machines poured cool clouds out of the doorway, and creepy noises pumped through a sound system throughout the haunted mansion. Mike Stacy had gone all out. Mission accomplished with the creep factor. Inside, black lights provided the only light, and any speck of white on us glowed violet.
Phil pulled me in closer to him.
“Scared?” I teasingly asked him.
“Fuckin’ terrified,” he replied.
“Deveraux! Jones! Is that you guys?” Mike Stacy came down the hallway, which wasn’t actually a part of the interior. It was just some fake walls assembled for the use of the party.
“Hey, Stacy,” drawled Jason, his arm snaking around Sheri’s waist. “Bring us to the party, man! We’re fuckin’ ready to cut loose.”
Mike was bouncing with the energy of a synthetic substance. My guess was cocaine, but methamphetamines would have done the trick, too. His eyes were a little too wide and wired to be normal.
“Come on. Everyone is everywhere! We got all types of poison lined up, and the dance floor is rockin!”
“That guy is so jacked up,” said Lili. She laughed as he bounced his way down the hall.
“Yeah, well…welcome to LA,” Jason replied sarcastically.
Huge cheers greeted us when we made it into the main open space. Mike waved over a couple of girls dressed in red devil leotards, tails, and horns, bearing trays of Jell-O shots and champagne.
“You got any Jäger?” asked Phil, eyeing the colorful trays with some skepticism.
“Fuck yeah.” Mike pointed at a bar in the corner of the room. “Just let the pretty little devil behind the bar know what you want. And if you need anything else, tell her, and she’ll find it for you, if you catch my drift. No needles though. If it can’t be snorted, swallowed, or smoked, I don’t want that shit in my house.”
“No worries there, man.” Phil tugged me toward the bar.
“Wait! This is her then?” Mike’s eyes fell to me, and he smiled. “You’re Phil’s Baby Girl?”