Night Of The Witch

“‘M not scared,” you muttered, flicking his chest. A bark of laughter came from him as his hand slid down to your backside, pulling you flush against him. “Just cold is all.” A mocking cooing sound came from him that had you shoving at him. Asshole.

“You want me to warm you up, baby? Is that what you want?” He rolled his hips against yours; you could feel he was already getting hard. But that wasn’t exactly difficult, just about anything could get him hard. It’d taken you a while to get used to.  

In answer, you slid a hand into his hair and kissed him, wrapping your other arm round his shoulders, his jacket falling to the ground. You could feel him smile against your lips, his tongue easily slipping into your mouth with a groan from him as his hips continued to rut against your own. It didn’t take long before he was backing you up against a tree, his lips moving away from yours to kiss and bite his way down your neck. You let your head fall back against the tree, allowing him better access as you slid a thigh between his legs, giving him something to rut against. Mary Goore, always playing the tough guy, the loud mouth, annoyingly hard to get, until he was alone with you. Then he became something a little softer, someone eager to please, to get you to cum first, someone who moaned your name beautifully as he came. That wasn’t to say he wasn’t still difficult, a exhibitonist and a bit gross, that was part of the Mary parcel. But this part, the part that had him rutting against your thigh and groaning against your neck, that part was all yours. And it was all you could think about until-

“What was that?” Your breath caught in your throat at what sounded like someone walking, twigs snapping under their feet.

“S’probably a fox,” came the muffled reply from Mary before he ran his tongue over your pulse, no doubt feeling how it had picked up. You disagreed but his hands were pulling down your jeans so you didn’t get long to think about it. Between the pair of you, you managed to get one of your boots off and your jeans off one leg. “Fuckin’ gorgeous,” he grinned, immediately pressing himself against you again, getting a hand between the two of you so he could slide his fingers inside of you. It hadn’t been entirely a surprise that a guitarist was good with his fingers but god you hadn’t expected the way he could make your legs shake within minutes. 

You clung to him, the spikes on his denim vest digging into your arms but god you couldn’t care less. His fingers slipped out of you, moving instead to stroke over your clit, circling it as he sank his teeth into your neck. You couldn’t help crying out his name.

“Love it when you say my name like that,” you could feel his breath against your skin, cooling it where saliva stained it. “Sounds so good in your mouth.” You laughed breathlessly, moaning as his fingers sped up. It didn’t take long before you were trembling in his hold, rubbing your orgasm out against his fingers. They kept moving until you pulled his hand away, watching as he brought it to his mouth to suck his fingers clean. 

Was that- 

“I’m sure I can hear someone, I’m sure I can.” You lent against the tree, the air cool on your bare legs. “Will you go check?” A noise of annoyance came from Mary as he indicated his clear erection. “Please, I’ll let you cum inside me.” Even in the dark you could see the flush that spread across his cheeks and hear the quiet noise he made.

“Not fair,” Mary muttered before walking in the direction you’d heard the noise, his boots loud in the silent wood. “There’s fucking nothing here.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah babe, I’m sure.” The sound of heavy footsteps heralded the return of Mary, already undoing his belt and flies. By the time he reached you, his cock was out, bobbing as he walked. “Now, your end of the deal.” He gave a wolfish grin, taking himself in hand and slowly stroking himself. Shaking your head but unable to hold in a grin, you pulled him in close, hooking a leg round his hips. 

“Yeah yeah, I got your end of the deal.” You keep your eyes on him as you reach down between you and take hold of his cock, hearing his breath catch as you did so. Biting your lip, you carefully guided him inside you, moaning quietly as he easily slid in right to the hilt. Despite your earlier trepidation, your thoughts fled at the feeling of being filled by him, leaving you to tighten your leg round his hips and keep him close. Mary stayed still for a moment, like he was savouring the feeling of being inside you, sliding a hand round to hold your backside.

“Feel so good..” Mary muttered, pressing a kiss to your lips as he planted a hand on the tree behind you and started to move his hips. It was an awkward angle and you could already tell your back would be bruised but you could not find it in yourself to care. All that mattered was how good Mary felt inside you. “God...love being inside you,” his voice was muffled against your lips but it didn’t stop heat rushing through you, heightened by the slow but deep and firm roll of his hips.

Was that… No it can’t have been movement in the dark. Right?

Pulling him away from your neck, you pressed your lips to his, using the leg you had round his hips to urge him to speed up.He’s good at taking hints, picking up the pace until the sound of skin hitting skin gave you something to focus on other than the noises in the woods. He moved away from your lips, returning to your neck where he moaned and panted against your skin.

No you can definitely hear something.

“Mary, I think there’s someone here,” you whispered the words by his ear, breath catching in your throat as his hips stilled and he started just grinding against you.

“Yeah? You think they wanna watch? I’d wanna watch,” he growled back, continuing his hips slow grinding that was putting perfect pressure on your clit. “Should we give them a show?” He pressed an open mouthed kiss to your jaw, moving to run his tongue up the length of it.

“What if it’s the killer? The one that’s-“ your voice catches as his teeth sink into your neck. “The one that’s been murdering couples in the forest?”

“You know that’s fake, babe, come on. S’probably just a jogger or something. There’s no killers.” He laughed low against your throat, and he seemed so sure you find yourself believing him. “You gonna let me cum or is this a new way to edge me?” A louder laugh came from you, smacking his shoulder with your hand. 

“Get on with it,” you whispered, pressing a kiss into his dark hair, “cum in me.” A moan came from Mary and he started moving again, speed picking up hard until he was all but pounding into you, noises leaving him freely and loudly with no effort made to muffle them. “Oh fuck, Mary…” 

The sounds of your wetness are all the more lewd in the silent forest, as is the slap of skin. But in amongst it… “There’s someone here…” You clung to Mary, your mouth close to his ear. “I can see him.” A groan comes from him, his hips only seemingly to move faster, harder, his movements desperate.

“What does he look like, baby? He got a knife?” Mary’s voice is rough, the closeness to his orgasm clear.

“Yeah...yeah, a machete… Fuck, fuck fuck,” you can feel your own peak fast approaching. “He’s covered in blood, I...fuck… I can’t see his face. There’s a...a...a..” you gave your best ‘scream queen’ scream before your orgasm hit you hard, making you cling to Mary as he fucked you through it. He’s close behind you though, burying himself inside you as he came, emptying himself inside you.

You stay still for a moment, the both of you panting, skin that had previously been cold now hot and slick with sweat. He laughed first, breathless and muffled but unmistakable. You find yourself joining him, closing your eyes and leaning your head back against the tree.

“Fuck,” you laugh, shaking your head. “Was that good for you?” In answer, Mary pulled you in for a kiss. Its messy, there’s far too much tongue and your teeth clink but it tells you what you need to know. This whole ‘pretend to be in a horror movie’ thing had been his idea, not that you hadn’t been happy to play along. You’d always enjoyed a slasher film.

“S’pretty cliche killer you described babe,” He smirked against your lips, pulling back to look at you. “Who was that, Michael Myers?”

“No dickhead, Michael uses a kitchen knife. I was thinking of Jason.” You gave him a shove, making him finally pull out with a hiss. “Some horror fan you are.”

“Hey, It’s hard to think when you’re balls deep in someone, alright?” He shot back, tucking his cock back in his ripped jeans, stopping to watch you get redressed.

“Yeah, it shows.” It took a moment to get back into your own jeans, as sweat started to cool on your skin. “Take me home?” Mary nodded, holding a hand out for you as he walked back onto the path.

“Wait…” He stopped suddenly, looking behind you. “Did you hear that?” He managed to keep a straight face for about thirty seconds.