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“Okay, we’ll see you guys tomorrow!” I called to Ashley and our friends from the van as they headed into the apartment. CC climbed into the passenger seat and got settled in, still pouty from the party. Can’t say I blame him. After our dance, I got a little ruthless. One of my oldest friends, Erin, showed up and she and I always loved teasing our boyfriends with some girl-on-girl action, so she and I made out and grinded on the dance floor for a bit. My eyes always drifted to CC to see if he was paying attention, and oh, the lust in his eyes...He eventually had to turn around on his barstool, probably to prevent his cock from ripping open a seam in his jeans. By the time she and I were through having fun, my group had decided it was time to go home since two of my friends had work in the morning, and Ashley wanted to Skype her boyfriend. He’d have made it to the party but got stuck with band practice at the last minute, so she promised she’d be back in time to talk.

About half of the way home, I finally broke the silence. “Am I getting the silent treatment for being mean now?” I glanced over at CC who had his arms crossed, bottom lip jutted out, and was staring out the window. He looked so adorable; it was incredibly hard not to laugh. “Aww, baby, don’t be upset.”

He suddenly perked up, a sly smile on his face. “Oh, I’m not...”

“Good.”

“...because I’m about to get even.” CC leaned the seat back into a reclined position, practically ripped his pants open, and pulled out his shaft, stroking himself directly in my peripheral vision when I glanced on the side of the road for potential animals crossing, which was rather often on this road.

The drummer started moaning within minutes, his hips gently thrusting up to meet his hand’s strokes. I whimpered softly, trying not to listen, but I couldn’t ignore his positively sinful voice. He knew exactly what he was doing. Asshole, I cursed to myself.

He must have seen me squirm a bit because CC chuckled, “Oh, what’s that? The princess is all squirmy now. Let’s have a peek shall we?” Before I could protest, his hand was under my dress, fingers massaging my crotch firmly through my gradually soaking panties. I bit my lip, fighting a moan, refusing to give him any verbal satisfaction. His skillful fingers climbed inside my panties, teasing and playing with my folds. “Oooh,” he purred. “The princess is so wet.”

My will broke as I whimpered, “CC…”

I was cut off by his fingers pinching my clit. “Why are you wet, princess?” He rolled my clit between his thumb and index finger, revelling in his revenge. “Hmm?” CC questioned. “Who made you so wet, princess?”

A gasp escaped my throat as his middle finger found its way inside of me. “Y-you did…” His ring finger accompanied his middle finger in my entrance, but he didn’t pump them, just left them sitting inside me.

I glanced over daringly at the drummer who was using his free hand still to stroke himself shamelessly. “I can’t hear you,” he hissed playfully.

CC’s fingers sank deeper into me and he curled them quickly to press against my g-spot teasingly. My back arched as I sat up onto his fingers. “You did, Master.”

He pulled his fingers out of me and sat back in his seat, still stroking himself as we pulled into the driveway. “That’s what I thought,” he smirked to himself. CC got out quickly and hurried to my side of the car, lifting me into his arms, and carried me into the house. As sweet as our neighbors probably saw the gesture, it was really to make sure I couldn’t get away and tease him more.

He slammed the front door and the bedroom door shut, the tumbling of the lock making my heart jump in excitement. Knowing what was coming next, I slipped out of my dress and hung it up. It was too beautiful for me to let him tear. I layed on the bed, taking a second to feel the fabric against my skin and smell where our scents had mixed from nights of sharing the bed.

CC watched me closely, tossing his costume off and to the side. As soon as I was laid on my stomach, he crawled on top of me, straddling my thighs, and brushed his tip against my entrances, making me squirm in attempts to slip him into me. “How bad do you want it, kitten?”

My breath caught in my throat with each stroke of his member. “I-I need you inside of me, Master. I need to feel you.”

He rested his tip inside of my entrance, but pulled it back out almost as quickly as he’d put it in. “Nah, I don’t think you do.” CC stood by the side of the bed and stroked himself, smirking down at me.

I growled lowly, then smiled coyly, turning onto my back with my legs spread wide open for his view. “Maybe I don’t…” I remarked smartly, sinking my fingers deep inside my pussy and pumping them in time with his strokes, using my free hand to massage my clit.

He bit his lip, watching me play even more intensely than I was watching him. With each moan I made, I watched him grow that much harder and bigger, and with his moans, a bit more of my own precum would gush out onto my fingers until we were moaning and stroking in sync. “FUCK IT,” CC howled, throwing my hands out of the way and ramming himself deep inside of me.

We both screamed with each thrust, it felt too blissful. The bed banged hard enough against the wall that some of the sheetrock began to chip away. He must have broken the speed of light with his thrusts. It didn’t take long until we were exploding all over each other, his cock, hips, and legs drenched in my squirted juices, and my body soaked in his seed from where he came on me instead of in me.

CC collapsed on top of me, both of us gasping for air, muscles too weak to move. After a few minutes, I asked, “Why on me instead of in me?”

He chuckled and rolled off of me, showing that some of his cum was now on his stomach from where our bodies were pressed together. “Because I wanted my kitten to be able to drink up the milk she worked so hard for.” The drummer winked at me.

“‘Worked so hard’? At what? Teasing you?” To his nod, I replied, “Baby...you don’t exactly make it hard for me to turn you on.”

“It’s hard for you, though, or it was.” CC pointed to his crotch. “Get it? Hard?”

I lightly tapped the top of his head, laughing with the little air I’d obtained. “Really?” Shrugging slightly, I leaned down and licked his seed from his stomach, dotting kisses here and there as a way to say thank you.

A gentle, appreciative moan rang in my ears. CC pulled me into his arms and snuggled into me. “My cute little kitty,” he yawned. “I love you, (Y/N).”

I nuzzled into his chest, pulling the covers over us a bit. “I love you, too, CC. Happy Halloween.”

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