Prey in the Lizard Skin

Meisha always got what she wanted.

And tonight, she wanted Jordan. Bound. Close. Sweating.

"You said you'd come," she said, arms crossed, mouth tilted in a dare. "Halloween party. Tonight. Our costume's already picked."

Jordan leaned in the doorway, suspicious. "Our costume?"

She didn't answer with words--just unzipped her duffel and yanked out a long, sagging green dinosaur suit. One head. One tail. Two sets of leg holes. It hit the bed like roadkill.

"We're gonna be a T-Rex," she said, grinning. "Together. I'm the front. You're the back."

Jordan stared at it. Foam padding. Synthetic scales. No dignity. "That thing looks like a mobile sauna."

"Exactly why," she said, shrugging off her hoodie, "we're not wearing anything underneath."

He blinked. "You serious?"

Her black bra caught the light like oil on water. Tight. Shiny. Intentional.

"You wanna survive this night or pass out with swamp ass?" she asked, already unbuttoning her jeans.

Before he could answer, she stepped out of them. Tiny black thong. High hips. Bare skin. A fucking trap. Her ass was round and smug as she turned toward the mirror.

"Strip, econ boy," she said, voice syrupy. "We've got a party to make uncomfortable."

And like a moth to the flame, Jordan obeyed.

Inside the costume, there was no space. No air. No peace.

His chest was flush to her back, cock wedged between her cheeks, both of them slick with sweat before they even left the house. Every step brought friction. Every breath dragged his length along the silk of her thong. Her skin burned through the foam. She laughed, carefree. He gritted his teeth, hard and leaking.

By the time they got to the party, the house was already full--lights strobing, bass vibrating the floor. Bodies everywhere. Jordan couldn't focus. Couldn't move without grinding into her.

"You okay back there?" she teased, looking over her shoulder.

He growled low, teeth near her ear. "You've been rubbing that ass on me for twenty minutes."

"You're hard, aren't you?"

"Like fucking granite."

She laughed. Rolled her hips, slow and dirty. His cock throbbed. "Oops."

They tried to dance. Tried to blend in. But Meisha was merciless. She moved like the beat lived in her bones, like she was riding him with every sway. Jordan's hands clutched her waist. He was past trying to hide it. He wanted to shove the whole costume off and bend her over the snack table.

"You keep that up," he grunted, "and I'm gonna nut inside this damn T-Rex."

"That'd be messy." Her voice dropped. "And hot."

Then she whispered: "Follow me."

They crashed into the upstairs bathroom, gasping. She locked the door with one hand and started tearing at the costume with the other.

"Get me out of this goddamn lizard," she hissed.

It came off in clumsy waves--sweat-slick limbs, tangled foam, skin gleaming like they'd just run a marathon. Her bra was soaked. His briefs were obscene--wet with precum, bulging with pressure. When he peeled them down, his cock sprang free, dark and thick and pulsing.

Meisha stared.

"You've been like that the whole time?"

He stepped closer, cock brushing her stomach. "Because of you."

She dropped to her knees.

Her mouth was fire. She licked him from base to tip, tongue lazy and cruel, then sucked him in like she was starving. Jordan's fingers gripped the counter behind him, hips twitching as she worked--wet, rhythmic, wicked.

She gagged on him and moaned through it. Smiled when he cursed. Let spit run down his shaft, used both hands, then no hands. Just throat. Just hunger.

He yanked her up mid-suck, spun her around, and slammed her palms to the sink.

Her thong peeled down slow. Her pussy was glistening--soaked, swollen, spread. He pushed two fingers in and she nearly buckled, gasping like she'd been touched for the first time.

"All that teasing," he growled. "You wanted this."

"I need it," she breathed. "Fuck me. Now."

He didn't hesitate. Just lined up and shoved in, thick and deep. She cried out, body jerking against the sink as he filled her. The sound of skin on skin was violent--loud enough to echo off tile. He gripped her hips, pounded harder.

"Fuck, Jordan," she moaned. "Harder. Don't stop."

He slammed into her, sweat dripping down his back. Her pussy clenched around him, dragging him deeper, tighter. Then he reached between her thighs, found her clit--and that was it.

She broke.

Her whole body snapped forward, pussy milking him, her scream swallowed by the beat thumping through the walls. He held on, slammed once more--and exploded inside her, thick spurts filling her as he grunted, mouth against her shoulder.

They collapsed forward, panting. Tangled. Filthy.

"Think anyone heard?" she whispered.

He didn't answer. Didn't care.

Then: knock knock knock.

"Hurry the fuck up!" someone yelled.

Meisha snorted. "We better go before they break it down."

Jordan grabbed the costume, but Meisha shook her head. "Nope. Not getting back in that swamp suit."

They scrambled into their underwear, still dripping, still glowing. But when they opened the door--

Silence.

A crowd had gathered. Half a dozen people lined the hallway, all clearly listening. One girl's jaw hung open. A guy in vampire fangs grinned like he'd won a bet. But in the center, arms crossed, face unreadable:

Tiana.

Meisha's best friend.

Her gaze swept over Meisha's flushed skin, the askew bra, the glistening trail on her thigh. Then landed on Jordan.

More specifically--on his cock. Still semi-hard, hanging heavy beneath his briefs, streaked with cum and Meisha's slick, barely hidden. A thick bead rolled down his thigh.

Tiana's mouth parted. "Oh my God..."

Meisha didn't blink. "Close your mouth, Ti."

But Tiana didn't. Her eyes stayed fixed on Jordan's cock like it owed her something. Her thighs shifted. Her hands clenched.

"What the fuck, Meisha?" she whispered. "That's--Jesus. That's..."

"Yeah." Meisha stepped forward, tugging Jordan by the hand. "That's mine."

She dragged him through the stunned crowd, head high. But as they passed, Meisha glanced back.

Tiana was still watching. Her lips parted. Her knees pressed together. Hunger radiated off her like heat.

Meisha smirked.

They ducked into a back hallway off the kitchen--cool, dark, empty.

"Wait here," Meisha said.

"Where are you--?"

"I'll be right back."

She slipped away.

Upstairs, she found Tiana still standing in the hallway. Same spot. Same heat in her eyes.

"You let him fuck you in there?" Tiana said, voice low. "With people outside the door?"

"I wasn't exactly trying to whisper," Meisha said, stepping in close.

Tiana's nostrils flared. "You're shameless."

Meisha's gaze dropped to the glittering Jasmine costume clinging to her best friend's curves. The nipples peeking through. The glint of silver under the hem. Oh yeah. Pierced.

"You dressed like this to behave?" Meisha purred. "Nah. You came to get noticed."

Tiana looked away. But she didn't move.

"You're starving, Ti. And tonight..." Meisha leaned in, breath brushing her ear, "you saw the one thing that made you forget that ex who ghosted you."

Tiana shivered.

Meisha pulled back, voice rough now. "You watched me come on his dick. You saw how deep he fucked me. And now you're dripping."

Tiana swallowed. Didn't deny it.

"Come downstairs," Meisha whispered. "Loosen up."

Then, with a smirk: "And if you're good... maybe I'll let you taste what I just had."

Downstairs, Jordan waited.

The hallway was dim. The beat of the party throbbed in the walls.

He leaned back against the doorframe, sweat drying, cock still heavy with the memory of her.

Then he heard it.

Footsteps.

Two pairs.

He straightened.

And when they turned the corner--

It wasn't just Meisha.

Tiana was with her.

And she was licking her lips.

To be continued.