by R. R. Banks
He sat down on the bench that I had positioned on the edge of my garden and pulled me down into his lap. The straddled position pushed my skirt up nearly to my hips and I felt the cool night air rush over my upper thighs and against the wet heat that was building between them. I pressed that feeling into him and was rewarded with a subtle lift of his hips that nudged a rapidly hardening bulge against me. I gasped slightly and he pulled back, looking at me through eyes that I could now see were green, slumbering, and intense.
“Come to my hotel with me,” he growled.
I stammered for a moment, unsure of what to say. This was starting to feel like a runaway train and I wasn’t sure I was ready to go along with it.
“I think I should stay here,” I said.
He lifted his hips again, nudging me more insistently, and brought his mouth to the side of my neck. I felt myself and all of my resistance melting away in the kiss.
“Are you sure?” he murmured.
I was starting to answer when I heard a scream from across the lawn. I jumped off of the man’s lap and rushed toward the sound of the screaming, worried that something had gone terribly wrong. When I got to the other side, I found Cheryl and Alice standing a few feet from the gazebo, where a third woman I didn’t know was scrambling to return her slutty flight attendant costume to its full and upright position. Gregory was behind her, zipping up in a way that was far more casual than her apparent desperation to get away from the screaming women.
“What the fuck, Gregory?” Alice shouted. “What the actual fuck?”
Actual fuck? What does that even mean? Is there a hypothetical fuck? Metaphorical perhaps?
“Calm down, Alice,” Gregory said, stepping out of the gazebo after the flight attendant made her escape and ran into the house. “I was just spending a few minutes with an old friend. I’m still here with you.”
It was like I was looking back in time and I expected the same sickening feeling to rush through me. Instead, I only felt anger and pity.
“Like hell you are,” Nia said, coming down from the porch. “You aren’t here with anybody. Get out.”
The crowd roared around her and I felt like I had stumbled onto the set of a high school angst movie. Gregory scoffed, looking around like he thought this was all a joke, but then headed back across the porch and into the house, hopefully to sink away into the scum from whence he came and not return. His departure seemed to break down the camaraderie that had formed between the two wronged women and they turned on each other, screaming and flailing. Nia and I rushed toward them, peeling them apart and trying to calm them down. When we finally succeeded in getting them to call a truce long enough for Cheryl to go home, I turned back to the bench, but the masked man was no longer there. I let out a sigh.
Maybe that’s for the best.
Dammit.
The party went fairly downhill from there. People chose sides, battles broke out, I spent several minutes screaming at Gregory after finding him in my bedroom and chasing him out, and within a few minutes many of the guests had left. I stood out in the cemetery, looking out over the lawn as the relative quiet settled around me. Suddenly I felt someone step up behind me and warm breath touch the side of my neck.
“Trick or treat?”
I turned around, staying close enough to the masked man that my breasts brushed his chest.
“Treat,” I said.
He took his hand from behind his back and brought a piece of chocolate to my lips. I opened my mouth and let it settle onto my tongue. The explosion with Gregory and the women had taken away the effects of the alcohol from earlier, but the adrenaline was still coursing through me and just the slight touch of his fingers on my lips and the dark flavor of the chocolate melting on my tongue was electrifying.
“What would have happened if I had said ‘trick’?” I asked.
Without a word, the masked man scooped me off of my feet, tossing me easily over one shoulder, and started carrying me around the side of the house. I was too surprised to protest, and before I could fully process what was happening, I heard a car door open and felt myself get tossed inside. Seconds later he was in the driver’s seat and we were zooming down the street away from the lingering remnants of the party.
Chapter Five
Beatrice
I was breathless as we pulled into a reserved spot in the parking deck beneath the hotel and the masked man walked around the car to open my door. He reached in and took my hand to help me out, then scooped me up over his shoulder again. I squealed this time, but a sharp smack on my ass quieted me, a combination of surprise and scintillation stunning me into silence. I heard the door to an elevator open and he stepped inside, setting me on my feet as the doors slid closed. The instant that the elevator started moving, he pushed me against the wall, his body closing in over me so I felt fully enveloped by him. His mouth captured mine and I felt him reach down, grabbing both of my hands and bringing them up to pin them on the wall above my head.
My back arched as he dropped his mouth to the side of my neck again, kissing his way down to my collarbone before drawing his tongue back up in a long lick that made my body shiver. He pulled back, looking at me for a few long seconds before diving in again for another deep, passionate kiss. I could feel the bulge at the front of his pants hardening again, straining against the fabric as if toward me, and a new, almost foreign ache built between my thighs. It was a hunger, a need that I hadn’t felt before, and I threw myself into the kiss that was building it, rushing toward what would satiate the feeling.
When the elevator opened, the man stepped out, walking directly to the door in front of us and using his hand pressed against a sensor beside it to gain access. This struck me, but I was too enthralled by the sight of him as he stood in the middle of the room to think any further on it. I entered the room and reached down to release the buckle on one of my shoes.
“Stop,” he said.
I felt embarrassment burn across my cheeks as I straightened, but he stepped up to me and lowered himself to his knees, settling his hands on either side of my thigh and running them down my leg. When he reached the strap around my ankle, he released the buckle and carefully helped me step out of the shoe. He repeated the process on the other leg and I felt a shock roll through me as his fingers brushed my core when his hands touched my thigh. Once he got me out of my shoes, the man slid his hands under my skirt and grabbed the waistband of my fishnets. He drew them down, gradually revealing my legs to him. When he had tossed the hose aside, he stood and took several steps back from me. His hands went to his belt and I watched, trembling slightly, as he released it. His fingers made quick work of the button of his pants and then drew his zipper down. I was instantly aware that he wasn’t wearing anything beneath them.
My mouth watered as his thick cock sprang out. He dropped his pants to his feet and kicked them aside to join his socks, shoes, and my shoes and fishnets. His body looked even more delectable now and I felt the irresistible need to touch him. I stepped up to him, flattening my hands on his chest and stroking them up and over his shoulders. My fingertips played along the deeply carved muscles there and wove their way down his arms and over onto his back. They were unexpected, something I never would have thought that I would see on one of the men that Nia described, but that only made them that much more enticing to me. I wanted to run my mouth along them, to trace them with my tongue and discover all of their details.
I started that now, drawing up to the balls of my feet to make myself taller so I could brush my lips, still swollen from the intensity of his kisses, across one arm. He groaned softly as I let the tip of my tongue slip between my lips and taste his beautiful tan skin. One hand reached around to my back and he felt for my zipper, grasping it and drawing it down as I started around his body to kiss on his back. The flimsy dress was falling away from my body, but I made no move to correct it, instead letting it slip away as I explored his skin.
By the time I reached his other arm, the dress was poolin
g at my hips and he gathered it in one hand, pushing it down so I stood in only a black lace thong that had never been seen on my body by anybody but me. I liked being seen in it now as I watched his eyes rove over me, pausing briefly on my tightened nipples and then traveling to the apex of my thighs. One arm wrapped around my back and then the other swept behind my legs to scoop me up against his chest, his mouth dipping down to mine as he started carrying me through the room. He hadn’t bothered to turn on any lights, but the far wall was comprised completely of windows and the moonlight shining in was enough for him to navigate through the sprawling room. It seemed bigger than my house, but I didn’t mind the time it took to make our way through it. It gave me more opportunity to savor the feeling of his warm skin against mine and the hardness of his erection against my hip.
Finally, we made it into the bedroom and he climbed up onto the small platform that held the bed. He lowered me to my feet, allowing me to slide down his body, and caught my face with one hand. Cupping my jaw, he tilted my head back so that I looked up at him, and lowered his mouth down slowly, pausing just before his lips touched mine. His tongue slipped across my lower lip, then along the part between them. I slid mine toward his, touching it with the tip. The slower, more concentrated movements made me tremble, the anticipation building within me until I felt like my body was going to ignite.
The masked man ran his hands down my body from my ribs into the dip of my waist and onto my hips. He turned me around and pressed me forward so that I leaned over, my hands landing on the bed in front of me. The guiding pressure of his hands continued until I was fully on the mattress on my hands and knees. His fingers ran down my spine, then I felt his tongue replace them, tracing back up to my neck, where he slipped his hand around to cup the front of my throat and kissed the soft dip beneath my ear. He was hovering over me and I could feel his cock dipping between my thighs and nudging at the wet heat that was soaking my panties and dampening my skin. I arched, pressing toward him, inviting him to relieve the pressure.
Instead, he pulled away, the presence of his body disappearing from around me. I was disappointed, but then I felt his hands come to the waistband of my panties and he slid them away, easing them off of my legs until I was totally bare and presented to him. The man’s hands pressed my thighs apart and I shivered as the air of the room around me cooled my core. The chill lasted only a few seconds, however, before I felt the man’s mouth close over me.
I cried out at the sensation of his tongue sliding through my folds and he reached through my legs to press his hand to my belly, drawing me back further against him so that he could continue the dizzying, nearly overwhelming torment. I felt like I was going to shatter when he took his mouth from me and I felt the firm, swollen tip of his cock massaging into the intensely sensitive flesh that he had coaxed forward. I was fully open to him, tingling and aching for him, and an instant later I felt him fill me.
I wanted to scream, but my voice caught in my throat as I felt his body slam into mine, causing me to stretch to accommodate him. There was a sharp pain and I felt my belly curve in against a deep ache that formed there, but the pleasure was too much for me to care. I heard the man groan, the sound primal and unchained, and I let my knees slide further apart on the bed. This welcomed him deeper and his hips began to thrust into me. The feeling was almost too much for me, making my arms shake until they seemed to fold up beneath me and my upper body dropped to the bed. I could feel my breasts brushing against the comforter with each hard stroke, stimulating my nipples so the sensation increased even further. One of the man’s hands cupped one breast, kneading into it, as the other slid around my hip to rest on my pelvic bone. His finger slipped down and touched my clit, sending another crash of sensation through me and drawing another cry from my throat.
The man used his hold on me to pull me back and for the first time I realized that he was on his knees on the bed with me. He drew me toward him until he was sitting on his feet and I was straddling his lap backward, riding him as his finger swirled over my taut pearl and his mouth kissed along my neck. I felt like I couldn’t bear the power of the pleasure he was creating within me any longer. I gave my body over to him, finally screaming out as a blinding orgasm tore through me and my entire body tensed, then shuddered as waves of release washed over me.
The man guided me forward until I was on my belly, bending one of my knees up against the mattress so that I was even more open to him. He plunged inside me harder and pounded into me faster, his animal-like grunts filling the space around us until I could feel my arousal spiraling upward again. With a final growl, he slammed into me, pressing as deeply as he could, and I felt his cock throb, pulsing as my body’s renewed climax drew him further in and milked him.
I felt his body collapse down onto me, the warmth and pressure of his weight enveloping me. It was strangely comforting and I slipped into sleep to the touch of his lips against my cheek.
****
Holy hell, what have I done?
I don’t know how long I had been sleeping, but when I woke up, my mind was clear and everything that had just happened rushed back to me. We were still sprawled across the bed, one of the man’s arms draped over me almost possessively as I lay on my belly. I eased out from under it and hazarded a look back. He was no longer wearing his mask and I felt my heart leap a little when I looked into his face.
Dear lord, he’s beautiful.
Without the mask I could see the strong structure of his face and the thick, long lashes that rested against his cheeks as he slept. His full lips were parted slightly in his sleep and I felt the urge to kiss them, to taste him one more time. Despite being able to see just how gorgeous he was, without the sexy allure of the mask the man became far too real and the sobering reality that I had just slept with a man I didn’t know – that my first time had been with someone whose name I hadn’t even heard – settled in. I climbed out of the bed and walked around to the table where I had seen a pad of paper and pen sitting.
I grabbed them and crept out of the bedroom and into the front of the room again, wanting to grab my clothes. I slithered into the dress before realizing that my thong was still in the bedroom. Leaning on the counter that surrounded a small kitchen to one corner, I jotted down a note and then rushed back into the bedroom. Taking one last look at the gorgeous man sleeping across the massive bed, I rested the note on the pillow beside him, scooped up my thong, and ran.
I was all the way back down in the parking deck before I realized that I had no way to get home. I was contemplating how long it would take me to walk when I remembered the cash that I had tucked beneath the insole of one of my heels. I took off the shoe, which I hadn’t even bothered to buckle again, and peeled back the small section of the insole that I had loosened right after bringing them home. I let out a sigh of relief when the corner of the bills appeared.
Thank the universe for terrifying public service announcement pre-prom assemblies in high school.
Chapter Six
Roman
The sun was streaming into the window, poking my eyelids and waking me up. I groaned and reached my hand toward the nightstand, opening the drawer and pulling out the remote for the drapes. The heavy curtains slid into place, blocking the sunlight and casting the bedroom into blissful darkness. I rolled over and settled back into the pillow, wanting to go back to sleep, not caring what time it was. I had never been one to like to wake up early. When I needed to be at work I was forced out of bed sometimes before the sun even rose, but on the weekends and when I was taking time off, there were times when if I managed to drag myself into the world of the conscious before the cafes started serving lunch it was impressive.
I was drifting away again when a sudden flash of the night before crossed my mind and the image of the incredibly sexy woman I had whisked away from the party became the only thing I could think about. Maybe a little morning romp with her could get my day started and make this visit home a bit more worth it. I rolled over and reached th
rough the darkness toward the other side of the bed where she had fallen asleep. Instead of feeling her soft, velvety naked skin, though, I only felt blankets. I ran my hand up and down the bed and realized that the covers were cold, telling me that she had been gone for some time. Turning on the light, I sat up and looked around the room. I almost didn’t notice the piece of paper sitting on the pillow. When I did, I picked it up and read it.
Thank you for giving me the best trick-or-treat of my life.
Let’s meet next year. Same place.
That was it. No name. No phone number. No way of contacting her at all.
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