Chapter 48
Chapter Forty-Eight
Cat
“ T he mask,” I say. “I want you to wear it, and I’ll wear mine.”
“I don’t have one,” he says. “I thought it was fucking stupid, so I left it in the room. You have a mask kink?”
I grab my mask from the small table and fasten it over my head. Unlike the half-masks Kindra initially ordered, the homemade iterations cover our entire faces. She made a glittering black cat, just for me, and now I want to fuck Bennett while wearing it.
“Use Maverick’s.” I point to the door. “It’s just on the other side. I saw it when I came in.”
Bennett looks at his watch, then tiptoes to the door, which looks ridiculous. It’s not like anyone could hear his footsteps over the music.
“You can walk, dumbass,” I say. “They kind of expect that I’m in here with someone.”
He rolls his eyes and opens the door just enough to squeeze his arm through the crack. After flailing around for a few seconds, he pulls back and begins fastening the mask over his head. It covers his entire face, but the eye holes are so large that the tip of his eyebrow scar peeks through.
I hurry to the couch and get on my knees on the cushions. We don’t have a lot of time, so I hike my dress and thank myself for deciding to go without underwear. One less thing to search for when we’re finished.
Bennett comes behind me and squeezes my hips once before lowering his pants. I peer over my shoulder at that strange mask. It’s supposed to be a lion, but it looks more like a tan gorilla having a bad hair day. The fantasy isn’t about his mask, though.
It’s about mine.
Bennett’s fingers swipe through my pussy. Looking over my shoulder, I watch as he shoves them beneath the mask to taste me. His eyes close, and his head tips back.
“You always taste so incredible, kitten.” He groans under his breath and sucks his fingers again. “Later tonight, I want to drink from the source.”
Someone bumps against the cubicle, and the walls tilt before settling again. I brace for the moment of panic, for the door to fly open as everyone discovers my dirty secret.
Bennett leans over me, his hard dick pressing against my ass as he whispers, “Relax. It’s just us, and we only have twelve minutes left.”
I nod and grip the couch. He’s right. We’re safely hidden, and part of the thrill of our arrangement arises from the risk of discovery, and it certainly doesn’t get much riskier than taking Bennett’s dick in a room full of people. If I can just give myself to the moment and forget about my concerns, I might have the second-best orgasm of my life.
I fear the best will always belong to that damned turkey-leg butt plug.
Bennett doesn’t seem bothered at all as he rubs my pleasure over his dick and prepares to enter me. He presses against my pussy, and I relax.
“Fuck, is there an angle you don’t feel good from?” he asks. “Push against me when you’re ready. But only when you’re ready.”
Ready for what?
But I don’t have time to ask the question as he thrusts forward and fills me with his cock. With each slow pulse, he drags his thumb over my asshole, sending ripples of pleasure through my abdomen.
I don’t know what he has planned, but I want to find out. I rock back against him, wincing as his piercing rakes against my insides.
“Ten minutes,” he says. “Can you handle it for ten minutes?”
When I push back against him again, he has his answer.
Seconds later, I have mine.
His hands circle my waist, and I have never felt so small. He could twist his wrists and snap my spine if he wanted to. “Hold on tight, kitten.”
In the next breath, he pulls me backward and slams my ass against his pelvis. Colors dance in front of my eyes as his dick pushes into my guts. Pleasure and pain spike in equal measure, and I don’t have time to register either feeling before he forces me forward, then slams me onto his cock once more.
“Oh, fuck, I have wanted to use your body for so long. I’ve fantasized about holding you, just like this, and pumping you on my cock until I come.”
“Fucking destroy me,” I whimper, and where the fuck did that come from? The mask is giving me more confidence than I bargained for.
I hear Bennett’s smirk when he says, “With pleasure.”
His hands move from my waist, and he taps my shoulders. Knowing what he wants, I push my arms behind me so that he can grab my wrists.
“God, you are so fucking obedient.” He snatches my arms backward, raising my chest from the back of the couch. He says something else, but I can’t hear him. His voice is lost to the music.
Opening my mouth, I cry out, unwilling to hold in that sound any longer. It hurts. With each thrust, he drives so deep that I don’t think I can take it anymore. Each punishing rush of his hips is like being in a car crash. His raw power drives up my spine. It curls my toes and brings tears to my eyes. But at the tail end of every pulse of his hips is the promise of pleasure. It’s there. I feel it.
“Brace yourself,” he says before releasing one of my wrists, and I grip the back of the couch as he pulls out and motions for me to stand. “I want you to ride me. We have seven minutes, and I want you to come.”
“But what about you?”
He shakes his head. “You’ve taken very good care of me on this trip. Tonight is about you. Use me. Fuck me like I fucked you.”
As Bennett sits on the couch and looks up at me, I can’t help but wonder if I’m the first woman to have this privilege. He isn’t someone I consider very generous, but right now, he’s offering himself to me, and I plan to make use of him.
I raise my skirt and straddle his waist. My hand goes between us and holds his cock steady as I hover above him.
“Six minutes. Make it count.” He puts his hands on my waist, but I grab them and place them on my chest as I sit on him. Gritting his teeth, he sucks air through the mask.
I lift my hips and push down again. My clit rubs against the fine hairs on his pelvis, and I grind against him, chasing that feeling. The piercing in the head of his cock rubs against my insides, coaxing my orgasm closer with every scoop of my hips.
For what may be the first time in my life, I don’t think about what I look like. I don’t worry about what the man beneath me will think. The mask guards me from reproach, and the confidence unlocks some hidden place inside me.
I grind on his lap, moving faster and faster as pleasure coils in my stomach. Bennett squeezes my breasts. I lean forward and grip the back of the couch for leverage so I can fuck him even faster. Even harder.
My orgasm is right there, and nothing will stop me now.
I close my eyes and lose myself as he pants against my chest. Sweat slides between my breasts, though I don’t know whose. I don’t even care. My thighs burn, my pussy aches, but nothing will stop me from enduring every second of this orgasm. Not even Bennett as he grips my hips and tries to stop me from moving.
“It’s fine!” I shout. “Come inside me! Fucking fill me!”
But he isn’t coming. In fact, I feel his dick deflating inside me, and it’s kind of ruining my post-orgasm high. With his arms still wrapped around me, I finally realize what he’s doing. He’s trying to hide behind me.
That’s when my entire world comes crashing down around me.
The music is off, the lights are no longer so dim, and the door to the cubicle hangs open. To make matters so much worse, filling the entire doorway is a flashy purple dress I helped pick out.
“Kindra!”
I fall off Bennett’s lap, and he hurries to hide his dick. No wonder he went limp. I don’t even have a dick, but if I did, it would be fucking flaccid too.
Looking back at Bennett, I remember the cover story. It might even work. Maybe I can get her out of here and convince her that it was Maverick beneath me. Bennett is sitting down, so the height difference isn’t as noticeable, and the lights aren’t at full strength, so yeah, this could work.
But that plan flies out the window when Maverick and Eve raise their hands in a terrified little wave over Kindra’s shoulders. Their masks are off, which means . . . she knows I’m not with Maverick.
“Wait, I can explain,” I say as I snatch off my mask and try to block her view. “I thought it was Maverick, but I must have pulled someone else in here by accident. Whoops! Silly me.” I step forward, hoping she’ll turn around and talk to me away from the scene of the crime, but she doesn’t.
She takes a step forward and goes around me.
And as everyone watches, she bends down and rips off Bennett’s mask.
The moment passes in slow motion. In a whisper of paper and glitter, the mask slides off his head and clatters on the marble floor. A river of sweat gathers along my back and makes a beeline for my ass crack. Bennett stares straight at me, holding my gaze like a man at the gallows.
I expect Kindra to scream. We all do, because as a group, we hold our breath. No one moves, not even Bennett, as Kindra stands over him, her chest heaving up and down. We can do nothing but witness the oncoming train wreck, and Bennett is lying directly on the tracks.
In a moment of desperation, I move to get between them, but Ezra is there to hold me back. Eve hurries to my other side, taking my arm and trying to pull me out of the cubicle. What is happening?
Then I see it so plainly. This isn’t a train wreck. It’s never been a train wreck. We have been heading for this moment from the beginning. It’s a war, and Bennett is about to fall on his sword.
“It was all my idea,” Bennett says with a smirk.
My stomach twists into a knot, and I can’t breathe. He’s so convincing in his lie that I would believe him if I didn’t know the truth myself.
“I figured if I stole Maverick’s mask, she’d think?—”
Kindra pulls back her fist and punches him in the jaw. Bennett’s head flies to the side, and the smirk is gone when he puts it right again.
What the fuck am I doing? Am I seriously willing to allow Kindra to think he essentially raped me? Bennett is capable of a lot of shit, but that isn’t in his wheelhouse. It’s not even in the same country as his wheelhouse.
And for what? So that she’ll still like me?
I shake my head and take a centering breath. This has to stop, and I’m not talking about my relationship with Bennett or my friendship with Kindra. The lying has to stop. It’s hurting too many people.
“Kindra, stop,” I say.
Eve leans close to my ear. “Honey, what are you doing? This man is going to take the heat, so let him.”
I shake my head and struggle out of their hold as Kindra rears back to let Bennett have it again, but before she can strike him, I dive between them. My gown rips as I land on my stomach in his lap, though I only hear it and can’t see the damage. All I get is an eyeful of crushed velvet.
“Cat, what the fuck are you doing? Don’t protect this piece of shit! Not after this!” Kindra wraps her arms around my waist and tries to haul me away, but I grip Bennett’s thigh and hang on for dear life.
That’s when I feel the draft and realize my splits have risen much higher.
I look back at Kindra. “Please don’t do this.”
“Let. Go. Of. Him.” A forceful tug accompanies every word, and the dress slides away, leaving me naked.
“Everyone, turn around!” Kindra and Bennett shout.
Feet shuffle on the floor as the crowd obeys. I’m even tempted to turn around. They both sound so protective of me. So angry.
As the door to the cubicle squeaks shut, I hear Ezra commanding everyone to move away. I stand and hold the dress to my chest, covering what I can. I didn’t plan to have this conversation while in the nude, but I guess I don’t have a choice anymore.
I look at Kindra, then the couch. “You might want to sit down for this.”