Lustful Hearts
Chapter 68: Hаllоwееn - P2

Halloween finally arrived, and Joel was on his last nerve. He was one step away from killing Elijah, but my constant reminder of the surprise was enough to calm him. Even though it riled him up in other ways. He had me screaming a lot that week, I think it was payback for not revealing my surprise sooner.

But hey, I wasn't complaining.

He was more than welcome to keep up with his delicious torture.

I smiled slipping on the costume, my decision to wear the Carrie school uniform was going to drive him wild. He wasn't going to be able to keep his hands off me.

I styled my hair into two long plaits to get the schoolgirl look and finished pulling on the knee socks, laughing at my reflection.

It was a little risqué, the skirt was shorter than I liked, but it was Halloween. As some women virtually walked around in their underwear, it was more sexy cute than sluttish.

I jumped a little hearing Joel call out my name. I bit my lip in anticipation, waiting for him to replace me. A rush of excitement ran through me, I hoped I was going to blow his socks off, especially after all the big build up.

He pushed open the door, and I didn't have to wait long, his eyes grew wider taking in the sight of me. "Fuck." He groaned loudly, slowly licking his lips.

A large smile of delight spread across my face. "Do you like?" I asked, spinning around, happy I'd got the reaction I wanted.

"How the hell am I supposed to concentrate tonight with you wearing this?" He walked over and lifted up my tie, running it through his fingers.

"I'm sure you'll get by," I smirked, pulling away.

His eyes stayed fixed on me before roaming up and down my body, taking in the full effect of the costume. He let out a loud sigh. "Yeah, with a permanent hard-on."

I laughed, and my eyes automatically fell to the noticeable bulge in his trousers. I looked back up into his pleading eyes and felt my insides tighten. I wanted him too, but I knew we shouldn't.

"Joel, we haven't got time. We still have to finish setting up." I backed off, trying to put as much space between us.

"I know, but fuck me, I'm in hell right now." He ran his hand through his hair, clearly agonised by it all. He closed his eyes as if he was willing himself to calm down.

"I'll make it up to you later." I grinned, turning to finish off the last of my makeup.

He stared at me in the reflection of the mirror. "You'd better, I'm going to keep you up all night."

Shivers ran down my spine at the very thought. I couldn't help imagining all kinds of delicious things. I could feel myself getting turned on before he'd even touched me.

My eyes met with his. "I'm counting on it," I retorted before pouting, applying the last of my lipstick.

His hands scrubbed over his face. "I'd better go take a long cold shower." He sighed, walking off.

"Can you squirt me first?" I shouted over my shoulder.

He turned back to me. "Excuse me?" He looked confused until I handed him the strawberry syrup. "My pleasure." He grinned popping the cap open, taking great delight in making me squeal, when the cold syrup hit my skin.

I was pretty sure he was enjoying the payback of the teasing for the last few days.

"Joel, it's cold!" I squealed.

He chuckled continuing his ruthless spraying till I was fully covered. I shivered with the cool, sticky sensation, wishing I'd thought of an alternative way of blood.

I really hadn't thought this through, I was literally going to stick to everything tonight.

He licked his fingers, now covered in the sweet, sticky sauce. "Mmm, tastes good, looking forward to licking it off you later."

I shook my head in amusement, grabbing him and pushed him out the door. He pulled a sad face, but I knew any longer and things would indeed become very sticky.

***

Walking into the bar my eyes instantly widened in surprise at Elijah in all his costume glory. My eyes dropped down to the fishnet stockings clinging to his muscular thighs and the patent leather high-heeled boots laced up to the knee.

My jaw was on the floor.

Holy shit!

Elijah had totally blown my sexy little outfit out of the water.

He looked so hot as a girl.

Why was I not surprised?

"Do you like my costume, sweetie?" he asked, grinning wildly. He spun around excitedly to let me take in the full impact of the black leather laced bodice currently crushed against his tanned toned chest. I gasped, giggling at the sequined knickers emblazoned with his name across his bum cheeks.

He really didn't do things by half.

"Errr, who are you meant to be?" I asked, trying to hide my amusement.

His eyes snapped back to mine in shock. "Sweetie, you've got to be joking?"

I shrugged, pulling a face. "A prostitute of some sort."

"How freaking dare you! I am the one and only Frank 'N' Furter from The Rocky Horror Show." He pursed his lips, looking seriously pissed. Whoops.

"Ahhh, now I see, probably because you look so much better than the guy in the film." I smiled at my great comeback.

Phew, that was a close one.

His lips pulled up into a huge grin. "Yeah, I thought so too."

I shook my head at his shameless lack of modesty. I wished I had the same bravado to truly let myself go. He always knew how to make an entrance.

He was going to be the highlight of the party, and he sure had a big enough ego to pull it off.

I watched him climb gracefully back up the ladder to hang some more cobwebs from the ceiling. I made my way into the kitchen to start setting out the buffet.

Time to get the party started.

***

"So what do you think?" Joel asked, turning around laughing before putting on his hat to complete the outfit.

I finished off arranging the last of the napkins and walked over to the bar. "Who are you supposed to be?"

He frowned at my words. "Who else but Freddy Kruger?" He slipped on the hand and made several slashing motions in the air. He was enjoying it a little way too much.

I walked up to the bar and placed my elbows down, leaning against the hard wood. "How are you going to serve wearing that?"

Joel frowned looking at the glove. "I never thought about that."

"Now you're just a creepy guy in a striped top." I laughed at his obvious mistake, and he narrowed his eyes, shaking his head before leaping over the bar to chase me.

I squealed loudly, running like my life depended on it. He soon caught me and wrapped his arms around my waist, lifting me off the floor.

"Joel put me down!" I screamed, praying he wasn't about to tickle torture me to death.

He chuckled, whispering in my ear. "Not until you say my outfit is amazing."

I grinned at his twisted antics to make me boost his ego. "Well I do like the hat, you can keep that on later but nothing else."

He placed me down, and I turned around in his arms, looking at the stripy top covering his amazing, hard chest. It was such a crime he ever wore clothes.

His arms encircled and drew me in tighter. "I hope you keep this school uniform on for later." He grinned, waggling his eyebrows.

"Turning you on, huh?" I asked in my most seductive voice.

His eyes glazed over and his breathing became shallow. "Make sure you leave these in after as well." He tugged on my plaits with a devilish look in his eye.

I smiled, watching him become totally turned on by my outfit. "Have you got some school girl fetish?" I squealed, when his fingers pinched my ribs.

"Only with you." He kissed me hard, pressing his body hard against mine.

I pulled back in alarm. "Joel, watch the sauce, we'll end up being stuck together."

His mouth grazed my ear. "Now that's my favourite kind of fantasy." His eyes became more heated, the desire beginning to build.

I felt myself starting to pant with need. We had to end this conversation before I said to hell with it all and jumped him right here.000000000☐☐☐☐☐☐☐