His blue eyes flared with heat. ‘Masks stay on?’
I nodded. ‘Yes.’
‘OK, then. Incognito fantasy it is.’
His head came down and even though we’d kissed, I still wasn’t prepared for the impact. It was open and explicit straight away. I sucked in a breath and his tongue was stroking mine. I grabbed his shoulders, they were broad and strong. I dug my fingers in and pressed against him, loving the feel of all that hard-packed muscle against my breasts.
Chapter 6
Brodie
OK. He knew it had been a while since he’d wanted a woman like this, but if he wasn’t careful he was going to go off like a firecracker. Brodie lifted his head reluctantly and looked down. Her mouth was swollen and her cheeks flushed. Eyes very wide and green/gold. Her breath was pushing her breasts against his chest and he knew he wouldn’t last long.
He took her hand and led her over to where there was a cabinet pushed up against the shelves of books. He lifted her easily and sat her on the surface. She opened her legs and Brodie pushed up the material of her dress to her knees.
She was opening the buttons on her –his– shirt now and the fact that she was as hot and eager as him broke the last of any control he might have been clinging on to.
There was something about theno namesand hidden identity that was ridiculously hot. Whoever invented masked balls must have been a kinky fucker. Suddenly she looked up at him and her hands were on the shirt. As if she was suddenly nervous.
He put his hands on hers and even though his dick was so hard now that it hurt, he said, ‘We don’t have to do this.’
She shook her head. ‘I want to.’
Brodie almost wept with relief. He pulled her hands down and then took a breath before pushing the sides of the shirt apart. He almost groaned. Maybe he did. Her breasts were...perfect. Beautifully shaped. Firm. Plump. Small nipples. He cupped them and she sat back on her hands, as if offering herself up to him. He needed no encouragement. He put one hand around her back to support her and nestled himself between her legs, notching his aching cock to the centre of her body where she could be in no doubt how turned on he was. She was hot against him. Christ. It would be a miracle if he didn’t come before he’d even really touched her.
He squeezed the firm flesh of her breast and then lowered his head, tongue exploring around her nipple, tasting her skin, before closing on the taut peak and sucking. Hard. Her hands were in his hair now and her legs were lifting against him. He dragged her closer.
He let her breast go but kept his mouth on her, transferring to her other breast as he reached down between them and freed his cock from his trousers. He had to hold himself for a second, he was so primed.
She said brokenly, ‘Oh my God... What are you doing to me?’
Brodie lifted his head. They were both panting. From little more than heavy petting. She looked as dazed as he felt. She looked down and he saw her cheeks flush even pinker. ‘Wow... You’re big.’
Brodie didn’t even feel smug or cocky,ha. He felt pained. ‘Touch me.’
She reached down and put her hand around him, and Brodie let his head fall back as she worked her hand up and down, squeezing. It was exquisite. Then he kissed her again as he pushed her dress up around her waist and explored to where she was so hot. He found her underwear and slipped his thumbunderneath, and how he didn’t spill into her hand the moment he felt how hot and wet and slippery she was, he would never know.
Chapter 7
Jess
On some level I was dimly aware that this situation had escalated fast. But right now I was trying not to die. My breasts were still tingling. My hand was around the most perfect dick I’d ever seen or felt in my life and his hand was between my legs, his thumb circling my clit and dipping inside to lubricate himself with my juices.
But I was greedy – I wanted all of him. Maybe it was because I suspected he would be the best sex I’d ever had and I’d never see him again. I took my hand off his dick and closed my legs on his hand, which actually didn’t really help the situation all that much.
Breathless, I said, ‘Wait. I want you inside me. Can we do that?’
He looked at me as if I was crazy. ‘Can we? Of course we can.’ And then his face fell. ‘Shit.’
Desperate, I said, ‘What?’
‘No protection.’
The fact that he didn’t walk around ever ready to fuck a random woman did hearten something inside me, even if I felt more disappointed than I’d ever felt in my life. And then I thought of something and the elation made me giddy.
‘I do! I have a condom, in my purse.’
‘You do?’ Now he was looking at me as if wondering if I carried around protection at all times in case such a scenario as this arose. Literally. I explained. ‘My friend Tash...she put it in my bag as a joke earlier...’ I looked at him and then said with a mortifyingly pleading tone, ‘Do we really have to discuss this? I have a condom.’
