by Kira Blakely
Becky falls in beside me. “So that’s the mystery man, eh?”
I remain quiet. If I talk now, it will all come tumbling out before I can figure a way to word it right. Ugh, not that there’s any manner in which to word this right.
“I’m sorry, Heather,” she says, softly, but I still look over my shoulder to make sure he hasn’t heard.
Nicholas is gone. The spot where he’d stood is empty and all I’m greeted by is a view of the ocean in the distance, reflecting glimmers of orange.
“Let’s talk inside,” I say and open the front door of my villa. We enter and I click on the lights, nerves building by the second.
She’s going to think you’re crazy.
Why do I even care what she thinks? She’s the one who suggested this trip, and the one who insulted me because I took advantage of the opportunity she offered.
I shut the door and walk through to the tiny kitchenette at the opposite end of the room. “Water?” I pour myself a glass.
“No, I’m good,” Becky says, and removes her mask. “These things are way too hot after a while.” She gestures with it, then tosses it on the coffee table. “I can’t stand this for much longer. Like, the experience is amazing but the heat is too much. I just want to rip my mask off and be free.”
I down the water and set the glass down on the counter.
“Heather, I’ll apologize again,” she says. “I know I freaked out earlier but it was only because I care about you. I guess, I’m just worried you’ll get hurt and I feel a certain amount of responsibility for the fact that you’re here and that you lost your virginity here. I wanted this to be fun for both of us, but I’m also afraid you’ll end up regretting it.”
God, shots fired. Regret swirls through me as we speak, after all. Regret and desire – like it or not, I still want Nicholas.
“I found out something,” I say. “I found out something that’s changed things a little.”
“What is it?” Becky frowns and scooches to the edge of her seat. “Are you okay?”
“I’m fine. I guess, I’m fine. Actually, no, I’m not. This is serious. It’s bad, and I don’t know quite how to handle it.”
“What’s up?”
“I slept with Jake’s dad,” I say.
Becky’s eyes almost pop out of her skull. She stares at me as if I’ve lost my damn mind.
I finally pull off my mask and toss it aside, wipe sweat from my cheeks. “His mask slipped off while we were in the act.”
“Oh,” Becky says, and she relaxes back against the cushions. “Oh, okay. It was accidental. That’s not your fault. How were you supposed to know that it was him? How could anyone have known?”
I can’t bring myself to tell her the truth. I knew it was him and I continued anyway.
“As long as you don’t see him again, it’s fine,” Becky says.
I shake my head. “I have to see him again. Tomorrow. He asked me to meet him. It’s – it’s the last day, Becky.”
“So?! Are you kidding? Like, I know we’ve just made up again but if you’re going to be irrational, I can’t help you. This is Jake’s dad. Do you have any idea how fucked up that is?” Becky folds her arms and glares at me.
“Dude, of course I know how fucked up it is, but it’s not like I planned it. Besides, I can’t stop now. He doesn’t know who I am. If I blow him off, it will look weird,” I say.
“So? There’s nothing he can do about it.”
I chew on the words I’m about to spit out. “And maybe I don’t want it to end like this. Maybe I actually like him.”
“Like him?! He’s your ex’s dad. And you know how much Jake’s father cares about him. He talks about it all the time. His single dad who gave him the world and will do anything for him. Do you really think you can come between them? Jake will be humiliated.”
Humiliated, not crushed.
“Jake cheated on me!” I snap. “He didn’t really give a fuck about me or he’d have broken up with me before diving into someone else’s bed.”
“That doesn’t justify this,” Becky replies, evenly. She’s red-faced and ready to explode – I’ve lived with her long enough to identify the clues. “I can’t – I’m not going to fight with you again. But I can’t talk about this with you. It’s sick.”
“It’s not sick,” I whisper.
That actually hurts. Thinking that what I’ve shared with Nicholas is sick is physically painful. He’s my first. The first man I’ve slept with and the first man I’ve connected with in this way.
Becky rises from the sofa, arms still folded. “I’m going to go. We’ll talk about this when it’s over. When you’ve come to your senses.”
“I don’t need to come to my senses. I know what I want,” I say, and the truth of it strikes at my heart. “I want Nicholas.” Perhaps, a part of me has always wanted him, since that first run-in in the hallway outside Jake’s room. “I know it’s not exactly orthodox, but I don’t care.”
Becky massages frown lines on her forehead. “I don’t even know who you are anymore.”
My roommate walks out and slams the door shut behind her, and I’m along again. Alone with nothing but the mask for company, and thoughts of how I’ll handle tomorrow.
My last day with Nicholas.
Chapter 13
Nicholas
I sit up in bed and stare out of the window. The view, waves and palm trees, white sands and the rising sun over the ocean, does nothing to assuage my need for her. I’ve barely shaken off the sleep, and already I’ve got my mystery girl front of mind.
Today is our last day together.
I can’t accept this. I don’t care about what’s under the mask, anymore, only that I have to see her again after this weekend.
The sex isn’t just amazing, it’s mind blowing. It’s changed my fucking life. I’ve never connected with a woman on that level. It’s almost cellular. Every nerve-ending screams for her, demands I get up and find my fix.
My cell phone buzzes on the bedside table and I pick it up. Jake’s name flashes on the screen. No doubt, he has more complaints about his nine to five, more suggestions about how I can better handle this situation.
I put the phone down and ignore the call.
Today, I have a mission. I rise from the bed and walk to the dresser, but a knock sounds at the front door of the villa and I change course. I snatch up my mask on the way, fixing it to my face as per the rules.
I’ve got nothing on but a pair of boxers, and my muscles ripple with every step. I unlock the front door, and a slow smile spreads my lips. “It’s early.”
“I had to see you,” Vixen says. “May I come in?”
She wears a silken robe, and the outline of a lace bra presses against it, drawing my gaze and my lust. Her cheeks are flushed, her lips naturally red. I’ll suck on them again, as soon as she’s inside.
“Of course,” I say, and take her wrist. I guide her into the living room, through the door and into my bedroom. I sit her on the edge of the mattress. “Are you all right?”
“Fine,” she says, but it’s no more than a murmur of sound. She’s not fine.
“What’s bothering you? I missed you last night. I had to order room service,” I say, then catch myself from going further. It’s been a while since I’ve wanted a woman to eat with me.
“Nothing,” she says. “Nothing’s bothering me. I just wanted to see you again, Daddy. I can’t stop thinking about you. I don’t know if this is normal.”
“To want me?”
“It’s more than just that,” she whispers, shaking her head. “Forget I said anything. I’m being an idiot.”
“No! No, you’re not,” I reply. “I’ve thought about it, too. And, yeah, I feel what you do. I want to see you again after this weekend.”
She freezes and stays that way, still on the edge of that bed, her silk robe slipping now, a revealing the slopes of her breasts, cleavage, the rim of her black and red lace bra.
“I think it’s time we take off these masks,�
�� I say and reach for hers.
She catches my arm and struggles backward. “Not yet. I’m not ready yet. Maybe tomorrow, before we leave. Just – let’s have one last night together with the masks on. One last day, I mean. It’s morning – I – please?”
Suspicion unfolds, and I tilt my head to the side. “Why?”
She blinks up at me, then gets up and walks to the floor-to-ceiling window, shaded by drapes, now. She drags them open, then turns to me and drops the silken robe, exposing the tan expanses of flesh, those shapely legs and her tiny bra and panties, also lace and two-toned.
“Because, Daddy,” she says. “I’m wearing crotchless panties and I want you to fuck me in front of this window where everyone can see.”
And indeed, there are people out there, walking back and forth in the distance along the path that leads between the villas. They’ll likely only catch a glimpse of her top half, and the mask when we’re busy.
The suspicion remains, but the suggestion is too appetizing to deny, and I’m already filling out the front of my boxers. If this is how she want to start our day, it’s fine by me. The masks can wait until we’re done. But I will see her today. All of her.
I have to. I won’t let this weekend end without a promise of more from her.
Chapter 14
Heather
I stand in front of the window, my breasts cradled by the balcony bra, my nipples peeking out above the hem. I want this, yes, I want to feel him inside me again, one last time before I leave Mystique Island and never see him again.
I reach up and slide the bra straps from my shoulders, then unclip it and drop it to the floor. My tan lines leave white triangles over my nipples, both pink and erect now. It’s got nothing to do with the chill in his villa, and everything to do with the growing heat between my legs.
Nicholas walks toward me, confidence in the set of his broad shoulders, the lift of his chin. He’ll take me again, and I’ll regret it later.
Jake’s father? Christ, can I really do this?
Fuck Jake. He didn’t really give a shit about you. It wasn’t just the virginity that bothered him. He tried to change everything about you, from the way you talk to the way you dress.
Nicholas stops in front of me and looks down at my breasts. He doesn’t have to touch me, just breathe and watch, and I’m on the brink of melting into a puddle at his feet. His breath is feather light, brushes my skin.
“Crotchless panties,” he says.
“Yes.” I found them in my closet earlier and I couldn’t resist. If this will be the last time we’re together, I want it to be good. No, I want it to be mind-blowing.
Nicholas runs a finger down my stomach, dips it into my belly button, then takes it down further. He snags it into the waistline of my panties, tugs once, then smiles. “Interesting,” he says, and slips his touch lower, lower, until it slips over the crest and into the slit which opens up to my pussy lips.
“Fuck,” he says, and collects the moisture between my lips, spreads it over them and up to my clit. “You’re so wet already.”
“Uh-huh,” I say, and jerk at his touch. Guilt swells in my chest, but I tamp down on it, force it out of there. I have to enjoy this moment with him. It will be the last one I get because, like it or not, what I’m feeling for him is forbidden. It will never work out between us.
From what I’ve heard, Nicholas is a good guy, and Jake happens to have him in the palm of his hand. One ill word and I’ll be out the door… fuck it, out the window.
Nicholas inserts two fingers into my pussy and brings me back into focus. “Where are you? You’re not here with me. Who are you thinking about?”
“No one but you,” I whisper, and suck in the last of the sentence as he plunges his fingers deeper still. He brushes against my g-spot and I shudder. “Oh, god.”
“Fuck it,” Nicholas says, and pulls out of me. He strips off his boxers and frees his dick, then slams me against the window, so that my ass is pressed to it. He lifts one of my legs and hooks it around his body, grabs both my ass cheeks and angles me toward him.
I arch my back and stare at him from behind my mask. All that matters is us, and this moment, but I still can’t shake my guilt.
He presses his fat head into my pussy, widening me again, for the fourth time in two days, and spears me on his length. He fills me completely, and spines of pleasure pierce and shatter any hint of hesitation from my end.
“Oh, god,” I say.
“I want to see you again after this weekend,” Nicholas growls, and doesn’t move, just holds me there, against the window, as people walk by in the background.
The glass warms rapidly under my skin. “Daddy, please, just fuck me. I need you.”
“I need you, too,” he says and draws his cock out to the tip, then rams it into my cunt again, all the way to the hilt. “I need this pussy wrapped around me at least once a day, every day from now on.”
I hold back a gasp but shiver – it’s the pleasure and the fantasy that this could be true. “Every day?”
“Fuck yes,” he says, and draws himself out again, pushes back in. “Every fucking day. Christ, you’re hot.” He means my core, the very part of me that he’s penetrating, right now. “And you’re mine.”
“Yes,” I say. “I promise.” But I promise for the weekend, not for the foreseeable future.
He grunts and takes it as acquiescence – he thinks I’ll be with him after this. He holds me upright and pounds into me, slamming us both against the window again and again. It creaks, but neither of us can stop.
I wrap my arms around his neck and press my breasts outward, toward him. He bends and tries to suck my nipple but it sets us off kilter.
We stumble, we fall sideways and he catches the desk, keeps us upright.
“Come,” he says and slips out of me. He bends, scoops me up in his arms, one behind my knees, the other at my back, and carries me to the bed.
I’m a bundle of raw nerve-endings. My pussy throbs, swollen, dripping for him. “Hurry,” I hiss. “Hurry, Daddy, please.”
Nicholas throws me onto the bed, then crawls up my body, much the same way he did on the night I lost my virginity. He braces himself either side of me and stares into my eyes, uses one hand to tease me with the head of his dick.
He runs it between my lips and up to my clit again and again.
“Daddy!”
Nicholas laughs, a throaty chuckle that vibrates through my chest. Slowly, he enters me, slipping in with ease now, throbbing intermittently.
My eyes roll back in my head. I want nothing more than for him to fill me up again. Each time he comes inside me, it’s like I’m his. I’m claimed by him, and I love that. I love the feeling of belonging to this overbearing, delicious man.
“Look at me,” he says.
I focus on him again, search those blue orbs.
He thrusts into me, one deep movement, and I hold his gaze. We’re locked in on each other. Every movement brings another gasp from me, and he watches. He watches my every breath and shudder.
His thrusts become more desperate. He grazes my g-spot and I cry out.
“Don’t look away,” Nicholas says. “Don’t look away.”
I keep my gaze glued on the front of his white mask, the eyes peering from them, the fine shade of stubble along his jaw, and those lips. Those lips are open slightly, he’s slack, caught in this moment of vulnerability.
The start of his orgasm swells his cock larger and brings on my own climax. It’s not the same as the others I’ve had before; it’s brought on solely by his presence inside me, his girth, and the expression in his eyes.
They burn for me.
Nicholas pounds into me hard, and throbs, releases in three long thrusts, still holding my focus, still watching me, his jaw dropped now, breaths bathing my face.
I clench around him and rock through my orgasm, my legs and arms wrapped around him.
And then it’s over. He lowers his body and rests his forehead against mine
, leaves his dick inside me, pulsing through the aftershocks of our lovemaking.
“I don’t want this to end,” I say – the admission slips out.
“It doesn’t have to.”
Chapter 15
Nicholas
I pull out of her, my girl, and roll onto my back, lift my arms above my head. It’s morning, and we’ve got the whole day ahead of us. I can’t wait to spend it with her, eating, talking, fucking, getting to know her better. Hopefully, by the end of it, she’ll be ready to take off that mask and show me who she is.
“That was amazing,” she whispers and drags her fingers down her body, to her now moist panties.
“We should order some food,” I say. “Have something to eat, then go for a walk on the beach. There’s surfing classes, I hear.”
“Oh?” She lifts herself onto her elbows. “How will that work with the masks?”
“I haven’t looked into it.” But it might be an opportunity to get her out of hers, maybe even get her naked in the salty water. “Who cares about the masks? The sooner they’re off the better.”
“I don’t know. I think they’re kind of fun.” She sits up, slides off the bed, and collects her bra. She clips it on, then slips into the silk gown she wore at the door.
I frown. “You don’t have to do that. No one’s coming in here without my permission.” My phone buzzes on the bedside table and I pinch the bridge of my nose. I should never have turned it on yesterday but the draw to do business keeps tugging at me. “Shit,” I mutter, and check the caller ID. Jake again.
“You can take it,” she says. “I’ll let myself out.”
“What? You’re not going anywhere.” But Jake had called twice this morning and that warranted a response. “Stick around, gorgeous. This won’t take long.” I lift the cell, swipe my thumb across the screen, then press the phone to my ear. “Jake,” I say.
Vixen stops tying her robe and doesn’t move a muscle.
I smile at her, but she’s gone pale.
“Dad,” Jake says, and he doesn’t sound whiny. His voice bubbles with emotion. With anger. “Dad, what the fuck are you doing?!”
