The convention was the perfect place for the likes of us.

Two horror junkies who could hold entire conversations based on movie dialogue.

He grabbed my hand and squeezed. “Excited?”

“Always,” I said.

“What?” The wind blew his hair back as we hurried across the courtyard toward the hotel. It was the first really cold day of the year.

“Always, when I’m with you,” I said. And I meant it.

He stopped and tugged me closer. “Really?”

“Duh. Really.”

He pushed me back against a brick column. It was cold. I could feel the chill seeping through my light jacket.

Jace kissed me and I felt a quickening in my stomach and my pussy.

“But I mean, like, excited?” He pushed his hand inside my jacket and then down into my crushed-velvet leggings.

I hummed softly. I was eager to get inside but not very eager to stop the current chain of events. That quickening turned into a full-blown pulse in my cunt.

His fingers parted my nether lips, stroked, and slid effortlessly inside me. Then, drawing out my own wetness, he painted it over my pounding clit.

I’d gone from excited to meeting celebrities to excited for him to fuck me in a heartbeat.

“Maybe we should do something to blow off some excess energy before we go inside,” he murmured against my ear.

I glanced around. Given the huge number of cars in the parking lot it was surprising that there was no one to be seen in the courtyard.

“Did we come in the back way?” I whispered.

“I could come in the back way,” he said.

I snorted and swatted his arm.

His finger plunged back inside me and I forgot to scold him. He added a second finger, and I found myself moaning, clutching his biceps with eager fingers.

Jace curled his fingers against my G-spot. “I know where your good spots are, Holly,” he said, then he nibbled on my neck.

The sensation of his teeth on my skin made me even hornier. I pushed against his hand, wanting to get off, but wanting him inside me, too. It was ridiculous how easily we worked each other up, even after all these years.

His fingers stroked across my clit again. It pounded beneath his touch as I tried to catch my breath.

Then a gaggle of laughing people approached and Jace didn’t pull his hand out as anticipated. He moved closer, his hand inside my pants, our jackets shielding us. He worked me with his fingers, not stopping, even as they got closer.

“They can’t see, love,” he said against my neck. “Don’t worry. They only see me kissing you.”

He did kiss me then. His soft lips were warm against mine. His tongue darted out to collide with my own. He deepened the kiss, his fingers buried deep inside me, his thumb pressing perfectly against my tender clit.

Another line of people drew near, laughing, carrying on, being loud and excited. I gasped, so fucking close. On the razor’s edge of coming. I worried my lower lips with my teeth.

Jace kissed my neck, nipping me with his sharp teeth once more.

“I want to fuck you so bad. But there seems to be a parade of people. Consider this the appetizer, Holly. At some point today, I’m going to fuck you, horror convention or no horror convention.”

He kissed me again and his fingers worked me. I fell down into the orgasm, shuddering under his touch, his mouth pressed against mine so he could swallow down my cries.

He pulled his fingers out of my pussy and then traced one across my lower lips. I licked my own juices off my lips and then he kissed me again.

I put myself back together even as he whispered in my ear. “Soon —”

Jace saw his chance in the movie room. They were running a litany of zombie movies. However, they were also competing with some great panels on the top floor. We walked in, looking for some respite from the crowds. Maybe just a place to sit. What we found was a dark room with flickering lights, lines of empty chairs, and no one manning the projector.

“Busy,” I said, giggling.

“I think what we have here is what I like to call a primo opportunity.” Jace grabbed my chair and yanked it toward him to cover the four-inch gap. He put his hand on my thigh and squeezed. “Hey there, sexy horror fan. Do you come often?”

I snorted. “Come here often or come often?”

“Yes,” he said, nuzzling my neck. His tongue was hot on my skin and I shivered. My nipples spiked against the soft satin of my bra and my stomach felt like I was in freefall.

“I do come often, thanks to this guy I know.”

“He sounds like a prince.”

Jace stroked the cleft of my pussy through my pants. I found myself positively soaked in a matter of moments despite the shuffling dead portrayed onscreen.

“He is.” I sighed softly and then went on. “As for coming here often, just once is far, but I’m hopeful.”

“Mmm, me too.” Jace glanced around. “See that little spot right there back behind the projector?”

I had to stare — hard — to even see a hint of what he was talking about. Finally, I saw it. A patch of darker black in the darkness. “Sorta,” I said.

“Good. Go back there.”

I stood and glanced once more at the door to the room. Out in the hallway was the murmur of people, the dull sounds of a crowd, occasional laughter. In here were nothing but zombie moans, the tick of the film, and us.

I went back and found that what he’s pointed to, was indeed, a small recess in the wall. Probably where a podium was stored or stacks of chairs. I stood in the gap and looked out at the room. Most likely no one would see us back here even if they came in.

He stepped close. “Good?”

I nodded. “Yes.”

He worked his fingers into my waistband and pushed my leggings down slowly, torturing me. “Admit it,” he said, kissing me. “The idea of maybe, just maybe, getting caught turns you on. Makes this better?”

I bit my tongue and thought about it. “Yes,” I admitted. “I think it does. I don’t necessarily want to get caught, but fuck — the idea of it possibly happening is a turn-on.”

“I thought so.” With that, he pushed my leggings down quickly.

I gasped. “Jace!”

“What, love? I need your pants down if I’m going to do this.”

He got on his knees, kissed my hipbone, and then licked a hot line from that hipbone to the other. My pussy thumped and pounded with excitement. On the screen, someone screamed.

“Fuck — ” I gasped.

Finally, he parted me and slid his tongue over my clitoris. My whole body jumped like I’d been mildly shocked. I plunged my fingers into his thick dark hair and arched my hips forward. I felt greedy and horny and a little scared.

It was perfect.

His fingers pushed into me again. “I like how warm you are inside,” he murmured against my inner thigh. I swore my legs were going to buckle from his words alone.

His tongue teased me, dancing over my clit, dragging slowly only to flitter and flick at me playfully a moment later. He was doing it on purpose, keeping me on edge. Keeping me off balance.

Out in the hallway someone laughed loudly. For a second I thought we’d have a visitor. My pulse pounded and I gasped.

But then the noise passed and it was just us and the zombies.

His fingers worked me relentlessly again. I was still swollen and tender from earlier. It didn’t take much for me to come.

When I did, I cried out as loud as I pleased, figuring my voice would blend in with the movie heroine’s screams.

He stood and turned me quickly. I planted my hands against the fancy hotel wallpaper. I couldn’t see the pattern but I could feel it beneath my fingers. I scraped my nails against it as Jace kicked my legs wide. I pushed against the wall, forcing my ass back. Wetness graced the tops of my thighs and I could feel every heartbeat echoed in my cunt.

Out in the hall — in the sea of visitors — someone laughed loudly and the sound of a chainsaw echoed. People cheered and whooped.

All I could focus on was Jace dragging the tip of his cock along my wetness. He put his mouth on the back of my neck, sucked hard, drew on me slowly, and then scraped his teeth along the tender skin.

More goose bumps sprang up and my nipples tingled with tightness. “There’s my dirty girl. Ready for some monster cock?” He laughed darkly in my ear and I found myself shivering.

Jace held me by my hips and slid into me slowly. His cock — big, hard, and ready — stretched me open.

When he was in me balls-deep, he paused, simply standing there, cock filling me. He wanted me to suffer. Wanted me to squirm. Because every moment we stood there with him not moving was another moment that any convention goer could come in and stumble across our impromptu fucking.

“Monster Cock Meets Horny Girl,” I murmured.

“What was that?” He pushed into me and his cockhead pressed the perfect spot. My pulse quickened, my pussy flexed, and yet he didn’t move.

“I said, Monster Cock Meet Horny Girl,” I projected so he could hear me over the movie and the noises of people moving up and down the halls.

Jace chuckled. “I like that. We could make it. Our own homemade horror con porn. Think people would pay to watch us fuck?”

At first, I focused on his words. I only realized he was moving, slowly and steadily, when he hit a lovely tender place and pleasure swirled through me.

I gripped my pussy tightly around him and made him hiss. It was my turn to torture him a little bit.

“I think they would. We fuck well together,” I said, head turned so he could hear me.

He hustled me forward a few steps so my cheek pressed the wall and so did my palms. I pushed my ass back and widened my stance, wanting him as far inside me as he could get.

His fingers bit into the flare of my hips and the sharp pain only accented the intense pleasure I felt. In my mind, I pictured a flood of people coming into the room. Discovering us. Standing there watching us fuck.

I slid my hand down across my belly to my sex. I slipped my fingers through my own raging wetness and then painted it over my clit. Every stroke of my fingertips was an intense punch of sensual sensations.

“I can feel you getting tighter,” he muttered.

Wetness rushed out of me. I could feel it. So slick, so insanely slippery.

He moaned. He could feel it, too.

My stroking became frenzied. I settled for good old circular strokes as my pussy grew tighter and tighter.

“Jesus Christ — ” His hips pistoned. His fingers dug into me.

“I’m going to come,” I said a bit too loudly.

In the movie, zombies groaned.

When I lost my last shred of control and came, I moaned right along with them.

Jace pushed against my lower back, bending me forward more, and fucked me feverishly. His tempo was frenzied, but now he could take me as he needed to.

My moisture aided his rapid thrusts and when he came he groaned, one big arm looped around my middle as his movements slowed.

A sharp bark of laughter sounded and there was no doubt it was in the room with us. We both straightened fast and grabbed for our pants. I got my leggings up and turned to face the music.

But I couldn’t see anyone. It was only when we stepped out of the recess in the wall and around the screen that we saw her. A woman with a young guy sitting the last row nearest to the door.

We’d been invisible to her.

That theory was proven when we stopped out and she screamed.

“Goddamn, you scared me! I didn’t know you were back there.”

“Sorry,” I muttered as I hurried past. “I was looking for something — ”

As we exited the room, Jace leaned in and growled, “Monster cock.”

My laughter was born half of amusement and half of relief.

He grabbed my hand. “Start looking.”

“For?”

He squeezed my fingers and said, “We have a two-day pass. Where are we fucking tomorrow?”

I didn’t think it would be possible to be more turned-on than I had been. I was wrong.

I had thought about it all night. And in the morning, Jace turned to me and said, “So?”

“So?” I played coy.

“Where are we fucking today?”

I’d seen it on our way out.

“The office.”

“The hotel office?”

“No. The traveler’s office. The little room they set up for those on the road where they can use a PC or fax or whatever.”

“Why there?”

“It’s in the main corridor. And it looks out on the parade of people who walk by. It was dark yesterday. Maybe it’s closed for the convention.”

“I guess we’ll find out.”

“I guess so.”

Like two horny teenagers we made a beeline for the small room in the busy hallway. It was still dark but when I turned the knob the door swung open. In the dim light coming in from the hallway, I found a sheet of paper on the counter and wrote CLOSED FOR CONVENTION in pen. Then I tucked it behind the venetian blind so it faced out to the hall. I thumbed the lock so we were safe from prying people. Through the opened slats a sea of people walked by. A lot in costume. There went someone with razor-tipped gloves on his hands. There went someone with a hockey mask. A man with a chainsaw —

As I watched, Jace tugged my skirt up. I’d gone the easy route today. Thigh-high stockings, black panties, a short skirt, and boots.

He pulled my panties off and stuck them in his pocket. “There’s my dirty girl.”

I put my ass on the counter and spread my legs, holding my skirt at waist level. “Here I am. Come and get me.”

He shoved his jeans down and then his boxers. His cock sprang free and he wrapped a big hand around it, giving it a few strokes. I could just make him out. Behind him a constant rush of people passed. I saw a celebrity from one of our favorite horror movies file past and couldn’t be bothered. We’d find him in the signing room later.

At that moment, I just wanted Jace to fuck me.

He came toward me and grabbed my right leg. He hiked it up to his waist and moved in close, his dick dragging through my wetness, nudging my slick hole.

“Fuck me,” I begged. “I’ve been thinking about this all night.”

His hand slid down my flanks, stroking the side of my ass cheek. His touch was sensually lazy given our location and circumstances. The urgency of this scenario versus his languid ministrations made my head spin.

“Are you anxious? Monster Cock Meets Horny Girl Part 2, maybe?”

“This time it’s personal — ” I said, then snorted.

He pushed into me just a bit and I gasped, frustrated and turned-on all at the same time.

He gasped back at me, mimicking me. “Just the tip, love.”

I wanted to swat at him, but I also wanted him to fuck me.

I arched my hips, forcing him deeper. He tsked at me, scolding me like I was his student and he was the teacher.

He pulled free of me completely and I groaned loud and long, utterly beside myself.

“Say you’re sorry,” he said.

“You’re sorry,” I echoed before I could stop myself.

Another tsk from Jace and he was pushing me onto my side and then he laid down five very fast, very hard spanks.

I swallowed my yelps and protestations because I didn’t want to draw attention, but they stung. I could feel his handprint springing up on my ass cheek, a hot red flower.

“Say you’re sorry.”

“I’m sorry,” I gasped. And I was.

“Good girl.”

He grabbed my leg again, held it, and entered me on one hard, fast thrust. The base of his cock knocked against my clit and pleasure hit me like a gauze-wrapped fist.

I let my head fall back.

He grabbed my other leg and held them both. I was spread wide as he fucked me. My hair brushed the wall and my ass slid along the cool countertop. He let go of my legs and moved over me, his hands on either side of my hips. The angle was perfect for his pubic bone to kiss my clit every time he thrusted.

I kissed him, then bit his lower lip. He growled and grabbed my ass cheeks in his big hands. He pulled me forward against him even as he plunged into me.

I watched the sea of people outside the blind slats as he pounded me. I hooked my ankles behind his back and cooed in his ear. “Just like that. Fuck. I’m going to come. Just like that.”

A specter walked by, a man with a butcher’s knife, a woman in a prom dress doused in fake blood.

He hit my clit again and I squeezed my internal muscles.

“Christ,” he said.

He grabbed a handful of my hair, tugging until my head snapped back and my neck was bare to him. Then he kissed me roughly before grazing his teeth down the length of my throat.

I came, my pussy squeezing and gripping him. I let him hold me snugly as the orgasm swept over me, stealing my breath and my strength.

“So good, so fucking good,” I was muttering.

It made him laugh.

“Happy to please.”

“Yes, yes,” I babbled. “You did.” I couldn’t catch my breath or make my brain work, but when he pulled out of me and grabbed my wrist to haul me forward I knew what he wanted.

We switched places. He leaned against the counter and I got on my knees before him. The rush of convention people was behind me then. I took him in my mouth and slid my lips down to the base of his cock. I sucked him, playing my tongue along his length and cupping his balls. I did everything to tease him into fucking my mouth.

And he did. He held my head and took my mouth. Within moments he came, coating my tongue with his cream.

I looked up at him in the half light. “Is this the part where they run ‘The End’ across the screen?”

He helped me up off the floor and kissed me. I smiled when he said, “More like, ‘To Be Continued — ’“it.”