Masked Mayhem (Fright Nights)

Chapter Seventeen

The last night of Fright Nights is bittersweet. We’re wrapping up another great season, but this is the last time I’ll get to wear my mask until next year’s festival. Donning this devil’s face lets me become someone else for a little while. I can let go of all the expectations of everyday life and enter a new dark world where I collect screams like a child collects seashells.

I love being her, this carefree version of myself is wickedly freeing, but it can’t last forever. The guys and I will enjoy our last few hours and when we leave tonight we’ll pack the masks up. They’ll go in their own boxes where they’ll stay until it’s time to break them out again next year.

But my time’s not up yet. My black lips twist into a sinister smirk as another group approaches Liam and I through the eerie haze the fog machines have been putting out all night. In the dim light we’ve got the perfect backdrop to scare everyone that comes our way.

We wait behind the brick wall we’ve been using as cover all night, until the group is out in the open, backs to us, relaxing because they think they’re in the clear. They should know better than to relax here.

Moving in sync we step out from behind our cover, quietly moving in behind them until we’re just a few steps away. When I nod my head to signal Liam he cranks his chainsaw prop and I dart around the group, terrorizing the couple who thought they could run away. They jump back, the woman clinging to the man as they drag each other back into their group. Their screams pierce the air, but one particular scream stands out amongst the rest.

Right there in the middle of the group, screaming like a little girl and running away from Liam and his chainsaw is none other than Adam.

I don’t know why he even comes to this festival; he likes to act like a tough guy, but he’s jumpier than all of his friends put together. Much to my delight they drug him back again for another round of fun on our last night. As they all scatter to get away from us I almost fall to the ground laughing. Scaring Adam is the perfect way to end this year’s Fright Nights. Liam’s laugh rings out as his chainsaw dies down and I catch him pulling his mask up to wipe tears from his eyes .

“That was too good.” We head back to our dark hiding place to wait for the next group that dares to walk this way. “Did you see his face? Priceless.”

He can say that again. I’ve always wished we could get reaction pictures out here, but more now than ever. That’s one picture of Adam I would frame and keep forever.

As the outside crowd starts dying down we pull back from our spot and head towards the haunted house. The other scare actors have started moving that way too, some of them hang around outside to frighten the people in line before they go in and some get ready to go home. We aren’t ready to leave just yet, but instead of staying outside Liam leads me in the employee only door at the back of the haunted house where we drop our masks on the counter in the break room. Taking the back hall we go to the room behind the two-way mirror so we can watch everyone jump out of their skin when they see the projections in the mirror.

There's a table and some chairs in the room but instead of getting my own seat Liam pulls me into his lap. Not that I mind. After a night of running around scaring people it’s nice to relax here with him, snuggled up against his chest. He drags his fingertips down my arm and along my thigh before using his other hand to pull my face towards his. Screams echo in the background as Liam kisses me possessively. A little make out session sounds great, but I quickly realize he has something else in mind.

Turning my body towards the mirror, so my back is pressed against his chest, he hooks my legs over his own and forces them open. There’s no one else in here, and even though we can see the people on the other side of the mirror I know they can’t see us. But this still feels naughty. Keeping my legs spread wide he wraps one arm around my middle and slides the other hand under my skirt.

My breath hitches when he pulls my panties to the side and growls in my ear. “Wet for me already, Little Minx. Do you want to have a little fun?”

I don’t know what he has in mind, but I’m feeling reckless tonight and I want in, so I nod. His light touch has my body on edge already, anticipating his next move, but it doesn’t come.

“You know better than that. I want to hear you say it, use your words and tell me exactly what you want.”

“You, Liam, I want you.”

“Good girl.”

With no hesitation he pushes two thick fingers into my embarrassingly wet entrance and fucks me with them right here in the middle of the empty room. Even though no one can see me I still feel like I’m on display with the way he has me spread out in his lap and the sensation is going to my head. When my brain is fuzzy with lust he nibbles on my neck and huskily whispers in my ear again.

“Do you want to come for me, Little Minx? Let’s see how loud I can make you scream, maybe the people on the other side of the mirror will hear you.”

Why is that so hot? I shouldn’t be getting off on the idea of strangers hearing me climax, but here we are. I’m simultaneously embarrassed and more turned on than I’ve ever been. My eyes close and my head falls back onto Liam’s shoulder when he moves his other hand down to play with my clit, but I don’t stay that way long.

“Keep those beautiful eyes open dirty girl. I want you to watch all the people walking by while I make you come on my fingers, then when I’ve claimed your first orgasm I’m going to fuck you in here too. You’re going to scream so loud for me they’ll think you’re part of the show.”

Lust surges through me at his words. My cheeks pinken with a soft blush, but I still follow his instructions. Pulling my head back up I keep my eyes open and watch as more people filter through the room in front of us. They’re walking through, jumping at the sounds coming through the speakers and the projections reflecting back at them in the mirror, completely unaware of what’s happening in here. When Liam starts teasing my clit again I can’t hold back a moan.

“You can be louder than that.”

My blush deepens, but he moves his fingers faster and curls them just right while he pinches my clit, pulling the scream he wanted from my lips. I’m so focused on my own pleasure I don’t even notice if the people walking through the haunted house hear me or not. Let them hear, I’m past caring at this point.

His name is the one I scream when the orgasm he wanted rips through me, and he chuckles when I sag back against him.

“Such a good girl. ”

Liam slides his fingers between my lips, and I taste myself on his skin as he hardens against me. Closing his legs he lets me pull mine together again and pushes me to my feet. In an instant he has me pushed against the two-way mirror with a thud. People on the other side scream as their reflections shake, but we don’t care. He rips my lace thong off as I scramble to undo his belt buckle, our lips never separating as we devour each other.

Scooping me into his arms I wrap my legs around his waist, and he carries me to the other side of the table. He lays me down, but pushes me up the table so my head is hanging off the other side, putting me in the perfect position to keep watching the people walking by. My skirt is flipped up and Liam sinks into me in one forceful thrust. I’m past the point of embarrassment so I don’t try to lower my voice when I moan in response. Let them hear me, they probably think I’m a ghost recording. A very horny ghost recording.

Liam has a tight grip on my hips as he pounds into me. He’s fucking me like a man possessed, he doesn’t even flinch when the door opens behind us. I gasp, ready to cover myself in an attempt to save my dignity, but thankfully it’s just Reynolds. He quickly takes in the scene before him and closes the door.

“This looks fun.” He prowls around the table, putting his back to the mirror as his eyes roam up my outstretched body to my flipped up skirt where his friend is still fucking me senseless. “Mind if I join in?”

I’m not sure how he plans on joining us like this, but when he moves closer to me as he unbuckles his pants I figure out his intentions. Pulling out his pierced cock I watch as he strokes himself in front of my face. He runs the tip over my lips and my tongue darts out to taste him.

“Open those pretty lips, Red, I’m going to fuck your throat.”

These men are going to make me spontaneously combust with their dirty talking one day. I do as he asks and open my lips, his barbell sliding over my tongue as he eases himself into my mouth. Reynolds cups the back of my neck, making sure the edge of the table isn’t hurting me before he starts to move.

“You look so pretty with my cock in your mouth, Red.”

His complement is somehow dirty and sweet at the same time. I can’t see his face, but I can hear the smirk in his words, he knows exactly what he’s doing.

While Liam keeps up his punishing pace Reynolds starts off slow, letting me adjust to the position. After a few teasingly slow thrusts he starts to pick up the pace, moving faster as I do my best to keep my mouth open and my teeth covered. He’s never been this deep before, but this new angle makes it easier.

Just as I’m getting comfortable Liam ups his antics on his side of the table. Running a finger through the wetness dripping from between my thighs he presses that finger into my asshole and teases my clit at the same time. The pleasure has me moaning, my throat contracting around Reynolds who loves the feeling.

“Shit, whatever you just did, do it again man.”

Liam is more than happy to oblige. He pushes his finger in deeper as he pinches my clit, never breaking his rhythm as he continues to fuck me ruthlessly. Between the pleasure and the taboo air of having sex in public my body can’t hold back as another orgasm rushes through me.

“You’re squeezing me so tight, fuck you feel so good, Minx.” Liam’s hips finally pause, keeping himself buried in me as deep as possible as he rides out his own release and fills me with cum.

Reynolds eases himself out of my mouth, helping me sit up to catch my breath after Liam stumbles away from the table. My skirt has fallen over my lap, but when Nate comes in it’s pretty obvious what was just going on. He gets the door shut quickly so no one else can see what’s happening in here before he questions us.

“Did I miss all the fun?”

Liam zips his pants up and falls into one of the empty chairs as he answers. “You’re just in time.”

Stalking towards me Nate pushes my skirt up to find me bare and drippy. He looks over my shoulder at Reynolds and smiles. “Round two?”

I want to roll my eyes and scoff, but I lack the energy, these orgasms are draining. Grabbing my hips Nate pulls me off the edge of the table to press a soft kiss against my swollen lips. He makes quick work of shoving his pants down his thighs, letting his hard cock spring free before picking me up. With Reynolds’ help Nate gets me positioned just right so he can lower me down onto himself. I sink down inch by glorious inch until he’s bottomed out.

While Nate holds me still, keeping me impaled and unable to move, Reynolds steps up behind me. With no bed or couch to use the guys are getting creative. Someone must have had a tiny bottle of lube with them because when he lines himself up with my asshole Reynolds is able to push his hard length in gently. Gripping the back of my thighs he works with Nate to get me in the right position between them and then they both start to move.

Reynolds pushes in as Nate pulls out. Then Nate pushes in as Rynolds pulls out. Over and over again, in perfect sync, they keep me full as they rock me between them. Being suspended on their dicks midair is hotter than it should be. That seems to be a running theme tonight. If you had told me a year ago that I would be having sex with three men in a haunted house I would have called you crazy. This is quickly becoming the best sex of my life though, despite societies unspoken rules saying we shouldn’t be doing this. Fuck that.

“You’re taking us so well, Hot Rod.”

Nate’s praise lights up my brain, sending out all the good endorphins as they keep up their tempo. That’s why I don’t care if this is considered right or not, how can something that feels this good be wrong? They both grunt as they finish inside me. I don’t know how I’m going to get out of here without making a mess, but Nate is already thinking one step ahead.

After sitting me down on the table Nate pulls his pants back up and takes his shirt off. Using it like a rag he cleans me up tenderly, wiping all of their cum away until I’m presentable again. Mostly. Liam must still have my thong, but he isn’t giving it back, instead he grins when I look his way .

“We’re just driving home, no one else will know what’s under your skirt, Minx.”

“Or what’s not under your skirt,” Nate laughs.

Reynolds shoulders Nate out of the way as he helps me off the table. Smoothing my skirt out I keep my hand in his as I look around to make sure we didn’t miss anything. The room reeks of sex, but there’s not much I can do about that. Otherwise, there’s nothing out of place. I keep my hand in Reynolds as we leave, the people on the other side of the mirror still walking through the house completely unaware of what was happening on the other side of the mirror.