Behind The Mask (2 page)

Was this how it was going to happen? She was going to be raped and lose her virginity to some pervert in a Batman costume? Or would it be worse than that?

“Let me go or I’ll scream. I swear to God.”

He lifted his gaze to meet hers again. “Why would you scream?” He tilted his head to the side, a grin threatening to form on his lips. He moved against her, his leg running along her pelvis. A rush of heat raced through her and she bit down on her tongue to keep from giving him the satisfaction of her moan.

“Please…”

He lowered his head to her shoulder and he nipped at the side of her neck. A jolt rushed through her and to her dismay her body reacted, pressing herself against his leg and tilting her head to the side, allowing him better access to the sensitive flesh.

“Are you begging me to stop or keep going?” he murmured, nipping her again and pressing himself tighter to her. Keeping her two hands secure with one of his, his free hand slid to her waist and then lower to her ass, caressing her bottom.

Stop. Keep going. Oh my God, I don’t know
, she groaned inwardly.

She hated that she was so inexperienced. She’d been kissed a few times, by a few boys and Bobby Mueller felt her up last year, but none of the boys she’d dated had this effect on her. None made her body hum and moisture build between her legs like this stranger. But they’d been boys and this was a man; tall, muscular and he smelt amazing – a fresh woodsy smell that drew her in.

His teeth and lips moved up the side of her neck and across her jawline. Closing her eyes, she allowed herself to moan softly, her hips betraying her and rocking against his thigh, attempting to ease the ache building between her legs, but only making it worse.

His mouth completed its journey and hovered over hers, their breaths intermingling. Balling her hands into fists, she attempted to calm the storm raging within her, but it was impossible. Opening her eyes, her gaze locked onto his and she gasped at the feral hunger in his dark depths. What would he do if they were completely alone? Even more alarming, what would she allow him to do?

His eyes dipped to her lips and she swiped her tongue along her lower lip in anticipation. A low growl erupted from him. He was going to kiss her and God help her, she wanted him to.

“Trina? Are you –” Reality of the situation broke through with the sound of Beth’s voice. Batman’s eyes met hers a final time before he released her, turned and sprinted down the hallway and out the back exit.

What the hell just happened?

“Oh my God, was that stalker Batman?” Her friend rushed to her side, worry etched in her expression. “Are you okay? Did he hurt you?”

“No. I’m fine.” She sighed and ran a hand through her long, dyed, crimson hair. She’d opted for dying her dark hair red rather than wearing a wig. Wigs always looked cheap, degrading the effect of the costume and character she was trying to portray.

“Then what was going on?” Her expression of worry changed to confusion as Beth’s eyes focused on the door he exited from.

Wish I knew…

“I don’t know. I was heading for the bathroom, heard someone behind me and when I turned, there he was.”

Brice groaned as the hot water beat down on his back, and he tried to massage the tense muscles in his neck. It wasn’t working, because no matter how tense his neck and shoulders were the tension in his dick was even worse. What in the name of God had Trina been thinking wearing such a revealing costume out in public?

His dick jerked and began to thicken from its half-mast status to a full-blown erection as he envisioned her breasts pushed up, threatening to spill from her top. All it would take would be to grab the ribbon holding it together and give it a yank. The garment would fall apart and her breasts would be exposed for him to feast his eyes.

Giving his head a shake, Brice tried to clear his mind of Trina. It was wrong, he couldn’t be thinking of her in any way other than as a pain in the ass little sister, but it was impossible not to.

She’d changed things by wearing that outfit and letting him see the sexy woman who hid behind the baggy clothing. That image wasn’t just going to fade away.

Slipping his hand around his shaft, Brice began to stroke himself, hoping for some relief from the throbbing in his dick to free his mind of her. As he stroked himself he allowed himself the pleasure of imagining her, yanking that strip of green satin ribbon with his teeth and freeing her breasts.

He groaned, falling back against the cool ceramic wall of the shower stall and increasing the speed of his strokes. Once her breasts sprung free he’d nip at her left nipple, his tongue circling it until it turned into a dark, tight nub and she clung to his shoulders moaning softly for him.

His hand tightened its grip on his cock as the tension within him increased and his balls tightened as they prepared for release. He groaned again, as he envisioned himself falling to his knees before her and yanking that tiny skirt down over her hips and allowing it to drop to the floor. Her panties would come next. What would be under those? What secrets would her sweet pussy reveal? Was she the type of girl to shave her mound completely, leaving it beautifully smooth and soft to the touch? God, he loved that. Was she a tight little virgin? He suspected she was.

A jolt of anticipation ran through him, his cock thickening to its fullest potential and the need to release becoming so intense his entire body became a coil of yearning. His mind raced back to Trina. She was a virgin, he knew it. She had to be. He hoped she’d be. And, oh God, how he longed to find out.

All thought fled from his mind as his entire being became focused on one thing – the point of no return. When he finally hit that point, Brice groaned Trina’s name as he gave his cock one final jerk and was granted the relief of release. His cum shot out from the tip of his dick, spilling out onto the shower floor at his feet and mixing with the stream of hot water.

With the final spurt of cum and his cock depleting in his hand, he released it, taking a moment to gather himself. As he settled into a satisfied, tranquil state, he was nudged back to reality. He’d just jacked off to thoughts of fucking his virgin sister.

Well, maybe virgin. And not really sister
, he reasoned with himself.

Chuckling at himself he turned off the shower, grabbed a white towel from the rack, rubbed it over his hair soaking up the excess water and then secured it around his waist. Brice Gamble never let a woman get under his skin, but tonight he was a mess; it was a foreign and not so welcomed feeling.

Exiting the bathroom he started to make his way to his room and thought twice. Their parents were away for the next week on a Caribbean cruise celebrating their two-year anniversary and Trina was gone for the evening. With a grin, he removed the towel, tossed it into the hamper and made his way naked downstairs and into the kitchen. He never got to wander around nude and dammit it felt good.

A few more weeks and you’ll be out of here and in your own place
, he reassured himself.

The time had come to get out and earn his own keep. Not to mention it was as embarrassing as hell to tell girls he still lived with his folks, he was a college man for God’s sake, time to start living like one.

Humming “Born Free” he opened the fridge, pulled out a bottle of water, twisted off the top and took a long drink, emptying half the contents. With his naked status slipping his mind, he didn’t flinch when the front door opened, or when the sound of footsteps made their way past the living room and toward the kitchen. Finishing up the bottle of water, he poked his head back into the fridge in search of a snack.

The footsteps came closer and by the time he selected a block of cheddar cheese from the fridge they had entered the kitchen.

“Br–” A soft gasp cut off her voice.

Frowning, Brice pulled out of the fridge, closed it with his hip and spun around to face his stepsister. “What?” As soon as the question came from his lips and he discovered where her gaze was fixated – not on his face, but on his groin – he remembered an important detail; he was naked. He could feel a flush creeping up his neck and to his face, but despite his embarrassed state his cock had a mind of its own, coming alive before her wide green eyes.

Oh, shit shit shit
. He quickly moved out of her line of sight to stand behind the kitchen island, which blocked her vision of him from the waist down. It wasn’t so much being naked that he was concerned about her seeing as the erection he was now sporting from setting eyes on her in that blasted costume. “Ummm. What are you doing here?”

“I live here.”

He huffed. “I mean, I’m surprised to see you home already.”

She cocked a brow at him, a smug grin forming on her lips. “It’s midnight.”

“Exactly. It’s early.”

“Yeah, but if you don’t recall I’m a nerd. You tend to remind me of it enough. My
kind
tend to get home before midnight and forgo the all-night binge drinking, vomiting and unprotected sex with gross strangers that goes with it.”

He returned her smirk, secure in the knowledge she couldn’t see his rock hard erection.

“And what’s so wrong with that?” He allowed his eyes the liberty of scanning her body, taking in every curve. It wasn’t a sight he’d soon forget.

She rolled her eyes, crossing her arms over her chest. “You’re disgusting, Brice. Good to know you’re not mourning your break-up.”

He shrugged. “I’m already over it. Lots of women where that one came from.”

“I suppose if you got a girl liquored up enough she’d be putty in your hands.” The smug look on her face intensified.

The look of self-satisfaction and defiance in her eyes amused him. She never stood up to him. She always scurried away like a timid little mouse around him, but it seemed that costume did more for her than just make her look fucking hot, it gave her a silver tongue and a bout of confidence. It made her sexier than ever to him.

His conscience nagged at him to dismiss her, seeing her in the light he was now was dangerous – and wrong. But he couldn’t – wouldn’t.

“So what did you do at the nerd fest? Meet anyone interesting?”

The smug look on her face faded and a blush coloured her cheeks. Damn sexy.

~*~*~*~

Trina’s body came alive at the thought of the convention and in particular the mysterious Batman she’d met there. Who was he? Why had she been the focus of his attention? Would he be there the following day and would he approach her again?

She felt her cheeks growing warm and hated that Brice was there to see her embarrassment.

Surely he’d crack a joke – like he always did. He seemed to relish making fun of her. It wasn’t bad enough her mind was filled with feelings over a stranger, but then there was Brice. Who in the hell did he think he was anyhow, standing across the room from her naked, full of arrogance, as if he didn’t care if she saw every exposed inch of him? She could have sworn he liked her looking at him, and took his time eyeing her, but that was insane. He’d never displayed interest before – quite the opposite, in fact. Besides, it’s not like they could get together anyhow.

“So. Meet anyone?” He reached around the counter, opened the drawer and grabbed a knife from it and then cut a piece of cheese from the block, popped it into his mouth and waited.

She shrugged, attempting to appear nonchalant. “Not really.”

He cut off another piece of cheese and offered it to her. “Want some? Just gotta come over here and get it.”

Her eyes narrowed at him. Why was he taunting her like this?

“What is your deal tonight? Earlier you were calling me a whore and now you want to feed me cheese while you’re standing across the room from me naked.”

He wagged the knife at her. “Whoa, whoa, wait right there, little lady. I did
not
call you a whore. I asked if you and your dorky friends were entering a biggest slut contest. The word whore was never used.”

“You’re going to argue semantics with me?”

He winked and cut off another slice of cheese from the block. Figuring he was done talking to her and suddenly losing her appetite she spun on her heel to leave, only to be stopped by his voice calling out to her.

“Can I ask you a question?”

She sighed. “Can’t you put some clothes on?”

“I could. But I won’t. This is my week to be free, baby!”

With a loud huff, she turned to face him again. She crossed her arms over her chest, attempting to look anywhere but at him. “Fine. What?”

“What’s with all the shitty baggy clothes you always wear? Don’t you ever want to get laid?”

Anger began to boil within her. How could she ever have entertained the idea of having a conversation with him! “Ohmygod, you’re such an asshole!”

He put his hands up in front of him in mock surrender. “No, no. I mean, what you wear…

why? I had no idea you had such a good figure until now.”

She pressed her lips into a tight line as she considered how to respond to that. “Is that some weird way of you paying me a compliment?”

“It’s just a suggestion, that’s all. You look hot right now, but just not appropriate for going out in public.”

“So as long as I dress like this for you while you lounge around the house naked, it’s cool?”

A grin attempted to emerge on her lips, but she forced it back, not wanting to encourage him, but a part of her was kind of enjoying the banter.

“Pretty much. Yeah.” He left his position hiding behind the counter to stroll over to the fridge. Her attempt to keep her gaze averted failed; she couldn’t keep from watching him. His body was incredible, 6 feet of muscle and power. She could see why he was such a good football player and why he was offered a full scholarship, he was made for intense physical activity.

Her stare dipped lower to his tight ass as he reached into the fridge, placed the block of cheese back in and grabbed a bottle of water. Her plan was to divert her gaze when he turned, but he was too quick and spun around kicking the door closed with his heel, giving her a full view of his shaft, partially erect.

“Can I walk back to my place behind the counter now, or would you like more time to stare, Sis?” The teasing tone in his voice didn’t do anything to ease her embarrassment. While his use of the term “Sis” was meant to tease, it reminded her of one important factor; he was her stepbrother and this was highly inappropriate.