Chapter 7
Joy
To go up to his room, we have to take a grand staircase. Anyone could see us together, but even if we weren’t still wearing masks, I wouldn’t care. This hulking stranger just gave me the best orgasm of my life, and I’m desperate for more.
To my surprise, the room is set up like the stage where Lucien and Celeste just had scream-the-windows-out-fantastic sex. Every detail is the same even down to the black blanket covering the bed.
I sit down on it, giving a little bounce. The bed is springier than I imagined. I thought going to a club like this would be seedy and disgusting. Instead, this night has been the exact opposite. It’s been beautiful and freeing.
My date for the evening groans.
I glance up to see he’s standing by the door, staring at me. The feral lust on his face makes me think our chemistry drives him just as wild as it does me. “Bounce again.”
I start to ask why then think of Celeste, of the way she just obeyed without hesitation. So, I do it again, watching the way his gaze darkens even more behind the mask.
He reaches for his pants, squeezing himself through them. “Love watching your tits move.”
“I liked Celeste’s body, the way hers were heavy and swinging as…” I blush and can’t finish the sentence.
“As he made her take every inch of his cock the way good girls do.” My date unbuttons his pants, probably giving his massive cock room.
“Yes,” I whisper, wondering again about Ford. Would he ever do that? Would he bend me over, push up my skirt, and slide deep into my body? Would he call me his good girl as he gripped my ass and pounded into my pussy?
“You’re thinking about him again,” my date growls and reaches for the bolt on the door.
He flicks it quickly. “In this room, I’m the one you think about.
The man who’s going to burrow so deep under your skin and fuck you so hard that you’ll feel it for days after.
I am the only man that exists to you. Got it? ”
I swallow hard. His possessiveness is such a turn on. “Got it.”
“Good, now stretch out on the bed. Get comfortable. I plan to enjoy your pussy tonight, but first, you’re going to part those pretty little thighs and give me a taste of heaven.”
I lean back on the blankets, my heart pounding. I’ve never done this before. Should I tell him that? Should I warn him I don’t have condoms? A man like this probably has dozens of them.
“I said spread those pretty little thighs.” He stalks across the room and glares down at me. “Show me your soaked panties.”
I’m still wearing my dress, so I’m not sure how much he can see. But I lift my legs up and part them even though I’ve never been so nervous.
His noise of approval is all I need to relax. “These are even wetter than they were downstairs. I think you like being bossed around.”
“I may have a thing for it,” I admit, staring up at the ceiling and not his masked face.
“I think you have a thing for me,” he snarls then drops onto the bed. The mattress dips beneath his weight. He pushes my legs even further apart, his shoulders settling between my thighs. His head disappears under my dress and then he’s licking me over my wet panties.
“Whoa!” I cry out, backing away from the unexpected sensation.
He puts his arm over my stomach. “No, you don’t. You made a mess, and I’m going to clean it up. But ask me nicely. Ask me to lick this pretty pussy of yours clean and make you come again.”
I’ve never really been a dirty talker, but after what this man did with his fingers, I wonder what he can do with his tongue. If I don’t find out, then I might just explode from sheer need. “Would you lick my pussy clean and make me come again? I need it so much.”
He doesn’t make me wait. He ducks his head back under my dress and licks me again.
“Take off my panties,” I gasp then remember how much he likes being in control. “Please. Please would you take off my panties and lick me?”
“Proud of you for asking like a good girl,” he rumbles. The next second, my panties are coming down my legs, and I’m feeling his hot breath on my center. “Look at all this cream. You’re going to put it all in my beard. I’ll spank you if you don’t.”
“Oh, fuck,” I mutter softly, liking that image way too much. How is it this stranger knows exactly what to say to make me even wetter?
He presses a soft kiss to the inside of my thigh, moving slowly until he’s at the apex.
Only then does he spread my lips with his thumbs.
He swears as soon as he does. “Every part of you is so pretty. I could live the rest of my days just staring at this eighth wonder of the world, your perfect cunt. Going to taste you now.”
As soon as he licks my swollen slit, I nearly levitate off the bed.
I’ve never had anything like this. It’s nothing like my toys.
It’s a hundred times better, especially the way he’s holding me down and making obscene noises.
He’s making it clear that he’s having the time of his life down there, enjoying himself as he licks me everywhere.
When he finally circles my clit with his tongue, my eyes roll back in my head. He just keeps making this better as he alternates between licking my clit and tenderly nipping at my soft thighs.
His beard is creating the most delicious friction, and just when I think I’m going to die of longing, he finally seams his lips around my clit and sucks hard.
I come with a scream that could rival Celeste’s, completely undone by this bossy, possessive stranger who thinks my pleasure is the most important thing in the world.
As soon as my taut, sweat-covered body relaxes onto the bedding, he starts again. He begins tasting me like he didn’t just give me the most earth-shattering orgasm of my life.
I try to squirm away, but he holds me in place, his hands demanding my surrender. “The first one was for you. The second one is for me. Your job is to lie back and take it.”
I swear again, my body already heating at his filthy words. I can’t possibly orgasm again a second time, can I? But if he’s determined to try, then I’m not going to stop him.
He laps at me, winding me up slowly until I’m threading my fingers through his hair and tugging at the short strands.
He doesn’t seem to mind the pull or the way I shamelessly rub against him this time.
If anything, my reaction only seems to heighten his enjoyment.
His hand goes to my ass, and he uses my cheeks to leverage my body closer to his mouth.
“So. Fucking. Good,” he grunts out before working his tongue into my tight channel. As soon as he does, he pinches my swollen nub and I detonate all over again, soaking his beard, my dress, and the bed. It’s embarrassing how much he made me come, how big of a mess I made.
“Don’t you worry about that,” he says, and I realize I must have said the words aloud. He’s no longer under the skirt of my dress. Now, he’s prowling up my body.
He reminds me of a big cat, the way he moves like he’s so pleased with himself. His pants are half undone, his dress shirt freed. I love his rumpled clothes. I love the look in his eyes and the desire written on his face. I want to reach for his mask, but I stop myself. We’re strangers tonight.
I expect him to climb on top of me but to my surprise, that’s not what he does. Instead, he lies down on his side next to me. “You’re beautiful. You’ve always captivated me.”
I’m not sure what to say to that. He barely knows me. But before I can point that out, he drops his head and kisses me. I taste my essence on his lips and tongue, and suddenly, I want to be the one exploring him.
My hands go underneath his shirt, tracing his abs. But when I get to his side and feel the scars, I freeze. Ford has scars exactly like this in the same place.
Tonight, when the stranger talked to me, I kept thinking of Ford. I even thought his voice sounded alike. It isn’t possible, is it? Is the stranger who just licked me to the best orgasm of my life my grumpy boss?
He never stops kissing me, invading my mouth with his tongue. But he moves my hands from underneath his shirt, puts them back over his clothes.
The gesture is so subtle, and yet it makes me ache for him. I think of the way he quickly tugged his shirt down on the couch. Is there a side to Ford I haven’t seen? Is his grumpiness more than just too much time alone in his cabin?
I want to reach for his mask and yank it down. I want to take off mine. But what if he doesn’t know who I am? What if the moment he sees me, his lust fades? The thought sends a bolt of pain through my body.
Ford notices and stops kissing me. He presses his forehead to mine, his breathing ragged. “If you need to stop–”
I don’t let him finish his sentence. I throw my leg over his hip, having already made up my mind. Even though he doesn’t know it’s me, I’m still going to steal this moment. I’m going to sleep with my mountain man boss. “Fuck me hard.”