She eyed the mask like it was the bogeyman, and the need to take away her pain pounded through him. “No.” Colton gently wiped her tears. “I never went to the party. Couldn’t do it.”
The sorrow in her eyes faded, replaced by a flicker of hope. She rose on her knees and faced him. “I shouldn’t care,” she murmured.
“No, you shouldn’t.”
But now I know you do. And so do I.“I don’t deserve it,” he bit out.
She lifted the mask, still in his hands. In a millisecond, her expression turned dark, her green eyes bled black with unrelenting passion. “Put this on and fuck me.”
He’d seen that look before. Why would she want this? He was damaged goods, but her soul was pure. He would never tarnish her in this way. “No.”
She stood and pointed to the black mask he’d worn at the Halloween party. “Then use that one.” Her voice sounded husky and breathy. Sexy. Needy even.
His dick grew firm while his heart hammered against his chest.
She turned back toward him. “Is my mask still on the bench?”
It was. He’d assumed she didn’t want it or had forgotten it was there. Maybe she’d left it for this moment. Didn’t fucking matter the reason. She wasn’t going to get her way. Not this time.
“Do you need to watch others screw while you fuck me? Is that how you work through your anger or frustration?” She stepped close and placed her soft hands on either side of his face. “Help me understand.”
“I never invited you into my world.” Staring into her fiery eyes wasn’t helping. He caught her beautiful scent, the sweet aroma luring him closer. “This isn’t what you think it is.”
Her lips parted. Throwing her arms around his neck, she kissed him, hard. He squeezed her tiny waist and grabbed a handful of her thick mane, pulled her head back and thrust his tongue into her mouth. Her sexy, throaty moan made his cock throb.
Abruptly, she jerked away. “Take me, Colton. Fuck me. I need this. Do it for me.”
Panting, he stared into her eyes. Why would she want this? “I don’t kiss them. There’s no tender touching. It’s not romantic. It’s hard fucking and meaningless screwing. Is that what you want?”
“I want you more than my next breath.”
He locked his bedroom door and grabbed the condoms from his drawer. Until she told him her baby news, he’d wear the damn rubber. On the way, he scooped up her mask and bolted back into the closet to find her waiting in a black and fuchsia bra, matching thong, and black stilettos.
Fucking nirvana. Hell, he didn’t deserve this sexy angel. Her cascading hair rested softly on the swell of her breasts. She gripped her hips, the steamy look in her eyes concealing any fear she might have.
Yes, his needs were extreme and bizarre, but he’d never hurt her. He’d never hurt any woman. Difference was, all the women from his world wanted to be fucked by a masked man. They sought him out. They knew the rules and abided by them.
She took her mask, placed it to her face and turned. Once he’d tied the ribbon, he kissed her shoulder. With her mask in place, she faced him.
His breath came fast. His needs front and center. Seeing her like that made his balls ache. She looked incredible. He gritted his teeth because he wanted to fuck her, hard. Slam into her and take her with everything he had. He lifted the black mask from the hook, placed it over his eyes and tied it. Seconds later he stood naked before her.
She ran her nails down his chest and wrapped a firm hand around his cock. “Mmm, you are so fucking hot.”
His balls tightened.
“Do they suck you?” Her breath was coming fast.
“No. I only fuck.”
“But blow jobs happen at these sex parties?”
“Yes.”
Kneeling, she lapped his head and took him into her mouth. And she sucked, hard. In and out, again and again. Unleashing her own aggression and unrelenting ferocity stole his breath. On a guttural groan, she fondled his balls and pumped his shaft with her other hand. And she sucked him like she wanted him to come ten minutes ago.
She felt so good, too good. He grabbed the clothing rack for support and placed his hand on her head to caress her silky hair. And then he looked down. She was deep-throating him, her head bobbing at a frenetic pace. He bit out a low growl.
So. Fucking. Good.
