Welcome to the Wednesday Briefs flash group (click to go to the site). The short stories have a maximum of a 1000 word count plus links at the bottom to the other flashers. If interested in joining us, drop me a line and I'll tell you how. :)
Prompts for this week:
“Halloween is huge in my house, and we really get into the "spirits" of things.”
“Where there’s no imagination, there’s no horror.”
“True love is like ghosts: everyone talks about it but few have seen.”
“Which witch is which?”
“Nothing beats a haunted moonlit night on All Hallows Eve.”
“Trick or Treat!”
“I hate the dark!”
“What’s your nickname?”
“Life is tough.”
“The ship is sinking.”
or use: ghost, fire, night
or use: blood, eye of newt, bottle
or use: fang(s), red, moon
or have your character give out candy
or use: pizza, apple, metal
or have a character singing in the shower
or use: CD, ring, picture
or “What are you supposed to be?”
or “All I got was a rock”
or “Crash into me”
or “Want me to check your candy?”
or “Hot and hairy, just the way I like it!”
or “Who’s afraid of the big bad wolf?”
Something Wicked Comes this Way
“Ready for the par-ty, Luce?” Jazz sang out as he danced into my bedroom dressed as Captain Jack Sparrow.
“Just about.” I checked my image one last time.
“Hmm, nice. The purple goes good with your deep auburn hair and pale skin.”
My hair was long, but I’d tied it back, and my skin was naturally pale. And fuck all, freckles covered my body, and I was on the short side, but at least I was ripped.
Jazz slapped me on the ass and headed out of my bedroom. “Get your ass moving, sexy. It’s already ten.”
I couldn’t wait.
* * * *
* * * *
What was better than a Halloween party located in a mansion on a cliff overlooking the Pacific?
After a long drive, we arrived. The party was in full swing. We could hear the music from where we parked. It took forever to reach the entrance, but once there, Jazz spoke softly with the bouncer at the door.
There was a pause, then the bouncer allowed us inside, and Jazz immediately lost himself in the crowd. I soon followed. Everywhere I looked were monsters, ghouls, sexy cops, and… yup. Even Elvis was in the building. The crowd was mostly men, and damn near everyone was half-dressed.
There were acres of gorgeous, sweaty skin. I hit the dance floor, twisting and grinding, but no one caught my interest. Overheated and thirsty, I turned to leave. Suddenly a sexy vamp stepped in front of me.
He was dressed in tight, black pants, shiny knee-high black boots, a white peasant shirt that tied at the throat, and a long black cape. The long pitch-black hair and pale-as-death face completed the look. But his eyes…. My God. The pupils were bloodred, and sexy as hell.
Then he smiled.
Holy shit—fangs, and they looked real. The music thumped, the beat echoing through me. He slipped behind me, close enough I could feel the press of his body. I flirted over my shoulder, returning his smile, as his hands settled on my hips. He pulled me back against him, his hard-on nestled against my ass.
“Oh,” I moaned, eyes fluttering closed. “Fuck yes.”
Opening my eyes, I moved with him, swaying with the music, and grinding against my mystery man. Need built as he rubbed that marvelously hard cock against my ass. Someone was certainly eager.
And oh yeah, hung like a horse.
I reached behind my head, my hand slipping behind his neck, and pulled him closer. He slid one hand off my hip, his nimble fingers tugging at the bottom of my shirt. Whimpering, I let him. Hell, encouraged him even. I needed, dammit.
He must have known, because his hand slipped into my tight dress pants, hunting for my… yes. He nibbled on my neck, a sharp sting of fangs that lit me up as he stroked my aching dick.
“Good?” He whispered in my ear.
“Could be better.” I hinted, pushing my ass against him, trying to tempt. Please God, let him understand what I needed. He stroked my length, his light touch driving me insane. Need sank its sharp talons into me.
“You want me to make you scream?” He flicked the head of my cock.
“Oh yessss,” I hissed. There was just a hint of pain in the grip, leaving me burning for more than just a quick touch.
“You are willing?” He licked a path up my neck.
The rush of air teased my sweat-soaked skin. “Willing and able.”
“Excellent.” He squeezed my cock.
My eyes rolled back in my head. Such strong hands. I hoped I got the chance for them to hold me down while he plowed my ass.
He nipped my neck one more time then unwound me from him. “When you scream, my name will be upon your lips.”
“I can so do that.”
He grabbed my hand and led me from the dance floor. “Come.”
I could do that too.
Out the door we went.
“Nothing beats a haunted moonlit night on All Hallows Eve,” he said.
He stopped, holding me close, then kissed me. Heat and desire. Oh, so good, so damn good. I arched in his arms. There was power and a… threat of something else.
He stepped back and licked his lips. “Just lovely.”
He took my hand again, leading me onward. There wasn’t a cloud in the moonlit sky. Finally he tugged me to the opening of a maze.
“There’s a gazebo at the center with a hanging platform.” He led me into the maze, the thick hedges standing tall. “There’s a bed waiting. Interested?”
“Really? Kinky.” Even if I jumped, I couldn’t see over the hedge, but I followed him.
We made several turns, taking us deeper inside the maze. The lights spread around the vast grounds couldn’t penetrate the darkness surrounding us. Even the moon had dipped behind a cloud. I could barely hear the music from the house now.
Then he dropped my hand and started backing away, the darkness reaching for him.
“Um, what are you doing?” I asked.
He smirked at me. “Going to see how long it takes you to get there.”
I looked around. It was so desolate here. A chilly breeze blew through the maze. “You like games, do you?”
He kept backing away from me, heading deeper into the maze until I couldn’t see him. His voice drifted back to me, the sneer easy to hear, even if I couldn’t see it. “It adds spice. Scared? Fear can add just a touch of pleasure.”