by Shara Azod
She sees me creeping out of here with Dante and she’ll believe I’m a boy toy for real.
Dante nodded. “I can’t wait, Cashmere. I’m soaking wet.”
With one final look back at Caramel, who seemed to be having a great time, he abandoned the hope he had of being with her, and got up. He slipped his feet into his loafers and followed Dante out of the room. Her room was only two doors down from the Freak Party suite which belonged to Dante’s sister.
Dante didn’t even bother to put on a robe or cover her breasts. She stalked down the brightly lit hallway and over to her room. Knocking, for she didn’t have her room key (where would she have put it?), she waited until it opened from the inside. Snatching a fistful of his shirt, she dragged him in.
The room wasn’t unoccupied. On the bed was a couple he saw earlier at the party, both in stages of undress, their masks locked on tight. Sitting on the sofa were two others from the party, they were in the throes of lovemaking, their rhythm hypnotic, their bodies glistening from the sweat, their guttural sounds and the suction of wet parts working together dominated the room.
“Orgy,” Dante said with some disdain. “Some people need an audience.”
“And you?”
“Depends on the night, but right now, I only need you,” she said and opened the bathroom door.
“Anybody in there?” Dante asked the person who opened the door, a black male whose name tag read, King Kong.
“Nope,” he said, removing what was left of his trousers and heading over to the couple on the bed. “What’s up, Cash?”
“The usual,” Cashmere said, smirking at his friend, Marcus, as he disappeared into the room’s gloominess.
Cashmere didn’t want to know what the threesome was going to do, but it was a freak party. It was bound to draw some freaks. Marcus included.
Dante led Cashmere into the diminutive square room, a typical ordinary place. It came with the usual equipment, sink, toilet, towels, and a shower.
Pushing him back against the sink, Dante locked the door. When she turned back to him, her eyes were aflame, wicked with purpose, her smile etched into her face, and he knew then—she meant to consume him.
Despite the turn-on of being wanted, all he could think about was Caramel next door. He tried to focus on Dante’s delicious attributes, but her face faded from him and in its place was Caramel’s. He closed his eyes and the picture only intensified, making him moan, as Dante got to her knees, rubbing his cock until it swelled like a monsoon rain, fast and full.
He opened his eyes to see where the little mink had gone.
Dante was kneeling before him, staring up at his face.
Her dark skin contrasted greatly with the harsh ivory porcelain tub, sink, and cream-colored tile floor. Yet, he knew the true joy would come from watching his purpling cock disappear into her hot, greedy mouth.
Smirking, she bit by bit unzipped his slacks. Reaching into the gaping opening, she slipped her fingers into his boxers. With soft hands, she wrapped them around his hard length, and guided it to the light.
“Oh, yeah,” he groaned, waiting for her mouth, feeling the anticipation pile into his lower abdomen, making it hurt with agony. “Ah, lick it again. Oh, oh.”
With skill and speed, she removed her hands from his phallus and pushed his trousers and his boxers down to his ankles, careful to pull them over his cock. Once out of the way, Dante rubbed his ass and raked her nails across his pale globes. Palming him as he was nothing more than the sum of his parts, her wet finger glided along the path between his balls and his anus, making his body tense.
Quivering, he gritted his teeth. If she did that again, they were going to be done really soon.
“You like that, huh?”
“Yeah, yeah,” Cashmere whispered, but his eyes were tightly shut.
With his fantasy full blown, Dante had left the room and Caramel had taken up residence in her spot. As she placed soft kisses onto his hardened thighs, she managed to coax more moans from him. She scratched them lightly.
“Gorgeous buttocks, tight, perfect, and pale. Ah, soooo fine,” Dante crooned, rubbing her face against his thighs. Sneaking in kisses and tiny nips when it suited her, making him grow longer and more rigid with every lick.
Moving to his spread legs, Dante buried her face beneath his balls. Licking and kissing all over him, Cashmere’s hips moved up and down against her tongue and mouth. His rigid cock’s silken head glided up and down her face, adorned and licked like a long, thick lollipop.
He squirmed and moaned, losing himself in those sensations and in the thundering in his belly. His balls had tightened and soon he was going to lose more of himself. Deliciously more, but he wanted to be sticky from Caramel.
“Hmmm, oh, that’s nice! Ah, do it, ah, take me in, baby, do it.”
Dante’s mouth, tongue, and hands became Caramel’s and for Cashmere that made all the difference. For it was what he longed for, the wonderful warm woman that even now sat in a neighboring room being courted by someone else.
At this thought, Cashmere’s eyes popped open and he inhaled.
What’s wrong with me? This super sexy woman wants me, and I’m thinking about the one who didn’t?
“Come on, baby,” Dante said, sucking one of his balls into her mouth.
Drawing in a short breath, Cashmere closed his eyes and once again tried to focus on Dante and the incredible feelings she was giving him. Peering down at her cleavage, pressed up to his balls, her smooth skin brushing his cock, using her breasts to fuck him, slipping him in between their satin folds, her face meld into Caramel’s and his chest tightened.
Oh, man, oh, man, ah Caramel.
The valley between her golden globes massaged his cock as he slid it between her generous breasts.
“Ah, yeah!”
Dante let go of her breasts and used her mouth on him, sending his frenzy to new levels.
As she worked her way up to his balls, she buried her face in them, licking the path from his anus to his sack and back. Massaging the sensitive streak with her tongue before taking each round lustful treat into her mouth.
Oh, goodness, she’s so good. Come on, Caramel, give me all of it.
No, not Caramel. Dante. Right, Dante.
But even as the rebuke echoed in his mind, he’d forgotten it and again it was Caramel’s ebony skin, oval face and full mouth that teased him, that took his rigid rod in scorching splashes of incredible heat.
Cashmere groaned deep in his throat. He shoved his hands into Dante’s hair, and guided her to his rhythm of circular licking his heavy, aching balls. In moments, she wrapped her hand around his cock.
“Oh, please, put your mouth on me! Take me in and draw me out!”
His hips moved restlessly under her stroking hand. Her mouth becoming something fantastic, a space to be enjoyed. Swelling like a coming storm, he didn’t dare look down at the woman at his feet. In his mind, Caramel’s intense chocolate eyes burned with smoldering heat.
Licking the rim wickedly, she nibbled a bit, forcing Cashmere to surge up to his toes.
“You naughty girl…”
She took him in her mouth again. The guttural groans and sucking sounds echoed through the small space.
His body jerked and his hands slipped down from her hair before gripping the sink instead. His breathing changed, and she kept her touches feather light and brief. With her mouth covering his stone stick in timed movements of up and down, Cashmere couldn’t contain the noises, moans, and grunts escaping from his mouth. She sucked as if she meant to feed on the newfound beast in her grasp.
In no time Dante found her rhythm and all sense of teasing him faded. Her sole goal appeared to be making him dissolve into warm, milky liquid in her hands. Pumping with ever increasing speed, she didn’t seem to suck so much as inhale him into her mouth. The gurgling noises, coupled with her moans of pleasure, were too much for him—for Cashmere heard only Caramel’s voice in his ears.
And she was straig
ht up begging for him to give her more.
So he did. Holding Dante’s head gently, he met her mouth with thrusts and she accommodated him.
Faster and faster they hurled toward the finish line, but only one of them was going to win. Words fell from his mouth, but he had no idea what they were anymore.
“Mmmm, yeah, yeah, baby, yeah…” he heard himself saying without even realizing he was speaking at all.
Moments flickered past and all Cashmere could see was stars and Caramel’s smiling face. Good boy, she said with a wink.
The wave crashed over him, sending him into tiny spasms, jerking and releasing at the same time. He slumped against the sink as Dante got to her feet.
“God, that was fantastic,” he said, opening his eyes at last and finding Dante’s furious eyes staring back at him.
“You bastard!” she said, hands tight fists, face burning with anger. “You couldn’t even call me by the right damn name. You fuck!”
“Wait, what did I say?”
She scoffed. “Oh, you don’t know you called me that bitch Caramel’s name? She leaves you high and horny and you can’t even do me the courtesy of being polite and remembering my name. As I was doing you a favor!”
“I—I called you, Caramel?” Cashmere whispered, pulling his boxes up. Shame burned his cheeks red. “I—I’m sorry, Dante. I didn’t mean to do that. It was a mistake.”
“You damn right it was.”
Her face was full of hurt and she carefully tucked her breasts beneath the teddy’s lace cups. She tossed crumpled toilet paper filled with his essence into the garbage. As she turned on the faucet, she didn’t look at him while she washed her face and dried it on the hand towel.
Tension sat on them and Cashmere wondered how he could make it up to her. What could he say? Calling another person’s name during any kind of sex was a universal no-no.
“I feel horrible, Dante,” he said, reaching out for her. “A slip of the tongue.”
“Don’t matter now, does it? Damage already done.”
She unlocked the door and left.
Shaking his head, Cashmere yanked on his pants.
Two times tonight I’d disappointed someone. I must be losing my touch.
He liked Dante, and this wasn’t their first go around in the bathroom or the bedroom. Feeling like a heel, Cashmere stepped into the room, where the moans, slaps, and groans of sex were being played out. Quietly he slipped out of the room and into the hallway where he saw the door to the freak party opening.
He hurried to the door. He’d take her to dinner. Make it up to her. Perhaps a show over at the MGM Grand.
“Dante…”he started, but the person who emerged fully into the corridor wasn’t dressed in a red lace teddy. “Oh, it’s you.”
Caramel had her purse firmly secured beneath her arm and her mask still enact. Her eyes grew wide when she saw him.
Startled she stopped.
And she was alone. Was that good news for him? She hadn’t found Mandingo or any of the others worthy either.
“Sorry to disappoint,” she snipped, her mouth drawn into a tight line. “Your crimson pussy is inside.”
She started down the hall toward the elevators. He could almost see the smoke trailing her, because she was fuming!
“Wait!” he said before he could stop himself. “Caramel!”
She hesitated but stopped again. The corner of her lip twitched as if she was ready to spew a stream of anger at him.
“What do you want?” she let out a deep sigh. “I haven’t all night.”
I want you. Will you let me have you?
“May I walk you to the elevator?” he asked instead, trying to keep his hormones in check, wincing at the pinch of his growing cock in his boxers. “I’m leaving too.”
Silence.
Ah, she’s going to blow me off.
But then she relented.
“Sure.”
He grinned, but she didn’t. What was so wrong with him that she was angry with herself for allowing him a simple action like walking? She didn’t trust him, but then he was a stranger. One whose face she hadn’t even seen.
Yet the same was true for him. She too wore a mask and he couldn’t see her face either. Autonomy was supposed to encourage the freak party. People could let themselves go and enjoy their lust and pleasure acts.
It seemed to have the opposite effect on Caramel.
“If I offended you earlier, I apologize,” he said, because he meant it. He was sorry that he had offended her, even though he did so without realizing he had wounded her. “I’m not here to indulge a fetish, but to meet someone special.”
“Special? Right,” Caramel said with heavy sarcasm before stopping herself. “A freak party. Please. I wasn’t born yesterday.”
“I’m being honest.”
“As honest as anyone can be behind a mask and a fake name like Cashmere,” she retorted and pressed the down button to call the elevator.
“For your information, my real name is Cashmere,” he said, feeling a bit offended himself. Judging him already and she didn’t even know him.
“Is it?” she asked, surprised into a smile. “Wow. Creative parents?”
“Liberal parents,” he replied. “And I meant it. It’s hard to find stimulating people, Caramel.”
She nodded in agreement. Her smart and alert maple eyes relaxed as did the rest of her. She believed him. It was a start.
The elevator dinged and the doors slid open to an empty car. They walked inside and he pressed the nine button. She pressed the L for lobby.
“You’re staying here?” she asked, but then shut her mouth.
He could see her struggling and he would bet money that beneath her ebony skin was a scarlet blush.
“Yes, I am,” he said, letting the question hang out there.
Come with me. Visit my suite and I promise to be gentle. You’re fragile aren’t you, Caramel? And I bet a bit clingy too.
At that moment, as she turned to ask him a question, the door dinged at the ninth floor. He waited, hesitating before stepping out of the car.
“It was nice to meet you, Caramel.”
She grinned at him and said, “Sorry about our disagreement earlier. I overreacted. It’s nice to meet you too.”
He couldn’t move. It was almost as if he hovered on the spot.
“So, uh, have a good night then.”
She fidgeted and took a step toward him.
Then the doors began to close and he sighed.
She isn’t going to come. Ah, I should’ve asked her outright.
But he knew that being direct with her like he had at the party hadn’t worked well either. The doors closed, slicing off his chance to touch her.
Let it go old boy. There are many other fish in the sea.
None like her, I’ve been fishing a long time. Staring into the glistening abyss and begging the gods to have something full and beautiful to take my bait.
As he turned the corner from the small elevator lobby to the hotel hallway, the elevator’s ding echoed making him smile. He thought about some drunken couple staggering home from a torrid night on the Strip.
His room wasn’t far from the elevators. Disheartened, he unlocked it and within seconds he was inside the stylishly sleek suite. Removing his shirt, his mask and his shoes, he tried to put Caramel out of his mind, and moreover, out of his libido.
Somehow he knew it wasn’t going to be easy.
Chapter 3
Sky, aka Caramel, watched the metallic elevator doors open and close with her heart hammering inside her chest. They shut on her opportunity, slamming closed with a quiet kiss. Her mind whizzed about the decision she wanted to make and the one she made. Shoving the mask into her hair, she rubbed her eyes.
Oh goodness. Why can’t I go with the flow? I made a complete ass of myself, acting all proud. And still he wanted me to come to his room. The look he gave me, his eyes, smoldering like emeralds in a fire, shone through the holes in his mask, bu
t their message was received.
He wanted me in his bed—or elevator or wherever.
Nut, he’s a boy toy. A freak party prize gift. A white stallion being passed around and ridden with abandon. He already rolled that hostess, so why did he want me? The moment I turned him down he’s off with someone else.
He was a youngster, impatient and restless.
But his gaze made her feel as if he was watching her without her clothes. The dampness between her legs annoyed more by the buttons he effortlessly pressed on her person. What exactly was he seeing in her that she didn’t? The dress wasn’t low cut, and its hem fell to her knees so she wasn’t flashing any thigh. In fact, she was downright conservative. Lee had said so herself.
