Nowhere to Hide (Masked Men Novellas)

Chapter 6

Chapter Six

Riley

I have everything I need. A sexy masked-man novel is loaded on my kindle, I have the house to myself for the next few hours, and I’ve opened a bottle of wine. Ever since last night, I haven’t been able to get the masked men out of my mind. I was sure I would be able to have one experience and move on, and I never expected to enjoy being watched as much as I did, but my toes curl just thinking about it.

No one replied to my email, and I wonder if you are allowed more than one experience. It feels stupid to get my hopes up, so I settle in for the night, determined not to worry over things I can’t control.

A few chapters and a glass of Shiraz in, I am on the edge of my seat, silently urging the FMC to run, yet the second she is caught, I think, Well, girl, you did the best you could . The book takes a turn, and my core throbs with need as I read about the masked men bending the FMC into a fucking pretzel and filling all her holes. No wonder no men in real life can live up to the hype. It’s almost as if women collectively decided: “You know what? We’re over trying to tell men how it’s done, so let’s just write it down and see how long they take to figure it out.” The only issue is women found it first. We should have been smarter about it because since when do men read instruction manuals?

The throbbing doesn’t stop, so I put my kindle down and slip from my bed. Tillie thought she was hilarious when she bought me a vibrator for my birthday, and made a point of giving it to me early since I was leaving before my birthday. She even forced me to pack it since she claimed I’m too chickenshit to make a move on any men I would potentially meet while on holiday and battery-operated dick would be needed. Despite me swearing black and blue how I was not going to even meet anyone, Tillie has always been a huge fan of one-night stands and no strings attached. However, right now I’m willing to give anything a shot. One night of being fucked by a masked stranger has woken something inside me. Books have never made me feel like this before, arousing me to the point I need to get off.

The sound of the front door opening as I reach for my purple vibrator startles me. Why are they back so damn soon? I tiptoe to my door and pull it open, popping my head out into the hall. Listening for voices, I hear nothing. Maybe they didn’t pull the door closed, and it blew open. Tai was notorious for leaving the doors open when they were younger.

I pad downstairs and see the door is open, but I pause mid step. What if someone is breaking in? Then I chuckle as I remember where I am. I don’t think Cedar Valley has had any crime in, well, ever. Sure, it could be possible, but if someone has broken in, there isn’t much I can do. Quietly I creep down the stairs, listening for any sounds, but hear nothing.

However, as I reach for the door, the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end. The realization I’m not alone hits me like a ton of bricks.

“Miss me?” a robotic voice says.

I turn to see a masked figure inside the house. The glow of his mask is now turned on, throwing a dim light onto the walls around him, and he is otherwise dressed head to toe in black, hiding his outline in the shadows of the house. He steps forward and my heart thumps against my chest. I watch as he flicks a knife into the air and catches it by the handle.

I never got a response from the company about another session. Is it possible someone else saw us and is fucking with me? No, there’s no way. This is private property and if a lost hiker managed to find their way out here, it’s unlikely they would just have a mask lying around.

He takes another step toward me, and the rational side of my brain tells me to run upstairs and call Tai. They would come home and help me. My other side says fuck it , maybe they don’t respond to second requests. And maybe that’s the thrill. The mask is the same and so is the robotic voice. There is no way this could be a coincidence.

Memories of last night flick through my brain.

How sexy it was not to know who was fucking me. There were no awkward good mornings, and no strings—maybe Tillie was right.

Fuck it! I run toward the front door and as I cross the threshold, a second masked man reaches out to grab me. I duck just in time and slip away down the front steps, toward the water. Sure, there’s a slight chance they actually want to kill me, but the odds are low being there are two men. I asked for more masked men in my email, and it looks like Wild Steps may have delivered men who want to play.

Pushing myself to run as fast as I can, I get a distance away before I turn and glance over my shoulder. The masked men have gone. I slow a little to catch my breath as disappointment hits me hard. Of course, they didn’t take the chase—I wouldn’t chase me either.

Looking around, there is nothing but darkness as I walk closer to the water, and my bare feet sink into the sandy shore.

“You didn’t think we would let you get away, did you?”

I whip my head around and see a masked man watching me. Without thinking, I pivot, ready to run again, and I swear I hear him chuckle... only to find the second masked man now standing behind me.

“Boo,” he says, and I scream.

My instincts force me to run away from him, and I get two steps toward the water before I trip over my own feet, tumbling into the lake, which is two inches deep. Hands wrap around my ankles, and I’m dragged from the water and rolled onto my back. I blink my eyes open to find two masked men staring down at me.

“You need to work on your running game,” one says, as he bends down and takes my hands, using them to pull me up to a sitting position. My white pajama shirt is wet through and leaves nothing to the imagination.

“On your knees,” the other says, pulling down the zipper on his black jeans.

The second man moves behind me and twists his hand in my hair, forcing me to my knees. My hair is pulled at an angle that keeps my head at crotch height. “Open your pretty mouth, and if you bite, we won’t come back. Now take his cock out, pretty girl.”

I do as I’m asked, with trembling hands. Mike hated blow jobs—he even once told me he only hated them since I started doing them. Looking back, I don’t know why I stayed after he said that.

This guy’s cock is massive and hard. I run my fingers slowly down the shaft, admiring it, until my hair is tugged back and the man behind me falls to his knees. “You were not told to play with it. Now open your mouth and let him fuck you.”

I open my mouth and lean forward, and the masked man wraps his hand around his base and guides it between my lips, slides himself in until I gag. He pulls back slowly and thrusts into my mouth a few times until he finds a steady rhythm.

The man behind me releases my hair and wraps his body around mine. A hand pulls one of my tits free and the other slides down my stomach and to my underwear, searching until he circles my clit.

My body trembles as the masked man rubs my clit to the rhythm of the other man’s thrusts. Wetness pools between my legs, saturating my sleep shorts. I hum around the enormous cock in my mouth and close my eyes as my orgasm builds.

Then suddenly the hand on my clit stops moving, and my eyes fly back open. “You don’t come until my cock is buried in your sweet little pussy,” is spoken right next to my ear, and a wave of goosebumps rushes across my skin.

The man in front of me steps backward and his cock pops from my mouth. I watch as he wraps his hand around his length and strokes. “Stick your tongue out,” he demands.

I open my mouth and poke my tongue out, entranced as he stands close to me, stroking himself until his cum shoots out, not only hitting my tongue but also deep inside my mouth and my cheeks. He tucks himself away, then reaches out, pushing all his cum into my mouth. I instinctively close my lips and suck on his fingers, swallowing everything.

“Good girl, taking everything he gives you,” the man behind me says, and he pushes me forward until I’m flat on the sand. He then grips my hips and pulls my ass high in the air, pushing my little shorts down just enough that the cool night breeze brushes against my pussy.

“Fuck,” he swears, and my eyes widen when I see a third masked man walking our way. The man behind me dips his fingers into me before scissoring them and pulling them back out. I can’t see what he’s doing, but then I feel the tip of his cock nudge against me.

“Oh god,” I cry out as he pushes inside, my nails digging into the sand.

“God can’t save you,” the newcomer says.

My eyes lock with his glow mask, and as he pulls his already hard cock out of his pants, my insides grow butterflies. How is this happening? He is getting off watching me, Riley Jacobs, get fucked.

The man behind me digs his fingers into my hips, hard enough they will leave bruises. He drags me back into him as he thrusts forward, and my screams of pleasure fill the air. I no longer care if I can be heard miles away or if someone stumbles across us.

My orgasm builds fast, and with three sets of eyes watching me, I let go. My pussy clamps down hard on his cock as a strangled scream rips through me. The masked man comes with me with a muffled groan, and his fingers dig deeper into my flesh, his thrusts becoming rushed before he stills behind me as my orgasm tapers off. My body is covered in sand and my breathing is heavy as the man behind me pulls out. I flop completely onto the sand, uncaring how I will be stuck washing it from my cracks for days.

One of the men walks over to me and squats down. “If you are good, we will be back real soon. I wonder if you can be quiet next time?”

He boops my nose and stands back to his full height, all three now standing side by side. One waves as they all turn around and walk away.

I laugh, a full-bellied, hysterical laugh as I push myself onto my hands and knees and then get to my feet. Who am I? And they’re coming back? This can’t be my life, as I don’t let strange men from a website fuck me. This all has to be a dream.

I fix myself up the best I can, but I have sand everywhere, my hair is a nightmare, and my clothes are wet. I run back toward the cabin—now that my adrenaline has worn off, the chill is a little too much.

Once I get back to the cabin, I spot the guys’ car now in the driveway. Quietly sneaking up the stairs, because there is no way I can explain this, I twist the front door handle and tiptoe inside. I hear their voices, but I don’t bother checking in with them. Instead, I get to the stairs and run up them silently, then head straight to the bathroom. I turn on the shower and strip down, throwing my sandy clothes into the hamper. Opening the shower curtain, I make sure the water is not scalding hot and step in. Though I don’t want to wash them off my body so soon, there is sand in places it really has no business being.

“Hey, Riley Bear. Are you okay? I heard you take off up the stairs.”

“I’m fine, Tai. I went for a walk, and I tripped and fell into the water. Now I needed to warm up.”

He chuckles. “Of course you fell. When you’re done, come downstairs. I have something for you.”

“Okay, give me ten minutes.”

He closes the door, and I scrub myself well. By the time I’m done, there is no more sand hiding where it shouldn’t be. Having sex two days in a row has me finding sore muscles I didn’t know existed. How terrible that when I was with Mike, nothing ever hurt in a good way. It makes me wonder if I really want a vanilla relationship after all? Maybe now that I’ve found something I like, I really should explore it more.

Heading downstairs, I find the guys in the dining room. All three are dressed in perfectly fitted suits, and my knees go weak.

“Surprise,” Tai says, motioning to a birthday cake.

I laugh. “You didn’t have to do that!”

“We know, but you couldn’t not have a cake on your birthday,” Archer adds.

“Thank you. This has actually been the best birthday ever, and I won’t forget it for a long time.”

I’m not sure any future birthday will ever be as good as this one. I don’t know how I could top being fucked by masked men in the dark.