“Of course not.”
There's a long moment of silence between us – a silence so thick with tension and expectation, I feel like I’m choking on it.
“Who did you come with?” I ask.
“I didn't come with anybody.”
I give him a small smile, doing my best to keep my racing heart under control. I cut a glance at the house and see that there isn't anybody on the back deck or in the gardens. It's just me and the mysterious stranger. I have to admit, being this close to him is a little bit scary, but definitely a lot more exciting.
“You had to have come with somebody,” I say. “This party is invitation only.”
“I'm resourceful,” he says. “I don't let little things like that stop me from getting what I want.”
“And what is it you want?”
“You.”
One words is all it takes. That one simple word sends a bolt of electricity shooting through me. It sets fire to my insides and I hear the breath catch in my throat. He looks at me from behind his mask, those icy blue eyes seeming to strip away every part of me. Exposing me. Revealing me. There's a look of hunger – of absolute desire – in his eyes that makes me quiver, that makes my cheeks blush hotter than I've ever felt them burn before.
He steps further into the gazebo, his eyes glued to me as I stand up and take a step back from him, fear and desire stirring within me simultaneously. I don't know this man. He's a stranger to me. I should be going back to the house - to the safety of the party and all my friends.
I shouldn't want him.
But, I do.
He steps closer and I take another step back, bumping into the low wall that encloses the gazebo. He stands between me and the doorway. My only way out is past him. I lick my lips, my mouth as dry as the desert, and my heart hammering within me so hard, I fear it might burst.
I should go.
I don't want to.
“T – take off your mask,” I say, butterfly wings of fear and excitement battering my stomach. “I – I want to see you.”
He shakes his head, that enigmatic smile on his face deepening. He's standing a foot away from me now as I stand rooted to my spot, staring back into those eyes. As if he's moving in slow motion, I watch him reach out, the back of his knuckles grazing my cheek. I shudder at the gentle touch.
The man steps forward, pressing his body against me. I watch and do nothing as he leans down, pressing his lips to mine. Shocked and scared, I stand stiff and unmoving at first. But, my body, acting of its own volition, parts my lips and I feel his tongue slide into my mouth. It sends another electric jolt through my body and I kiss him back. Our tongues swirl and dance within our mouths and the heat building inside of me is like an inferno.
I pull back and look him in the eyes. I reach for his mask and he draws back, taking my hand in his. He shakes his head and flashes me a roguish smile.
“Let's preserve the mystery,” he says.
“I want to see you,” I say, my voice nearly breathless.
“I want a lot of things,” he says. “Doesn't mean I always get them.”
Without waiting for me to respond, he leans forward and kisses me again. I grind my body against his, feeling the long, hard, thickness of his cock pressing against me. As he plants a line of kisses down my neck to my chest, I lean my head back, close my eyes, and let out a soft moan.
This is crazy. Insane. I'm not like this. I'm no angel, but I'm not this kind of girl. I don't know this man and yet, there's something about him that draws me to him. Compels me. That makes me want him unlike anything I've ever wanted before in my life. It's scary. Exciting. And dangerous.
I pull back again. “W – we should stop,” I say, my voice trembling. “W – we shouldn't.”
My gown has a high slit up the thigh and he slips his hand beneath it, sliding his fingers between my thighs. I bite my bottom lip and groan softly as he strokes me through my panties. I know he can feel how hot and wet I am. He gives me that self-satisfied grin again and runs his fingertips up and down, pressing against the warm, wet center of me. I know I should stop, but my body is crying out, begging me not to.
“You know you want to,” he says, his voice thicker than molasses and sweeter than honey.
I draw a long, shuddering breath. “I want a lot of things too. Doesn't mean I always get them either.”
I throw his words back in his face, desperately trying to maintain some sense of order and control of the situation. This is quickly getting out of hand, and I know that if I don't do something soon, it's going to be too late for me to do anything at all.
He flashes me a cocky little smirk as he withdraws his hand and licks his fingertips, seeming to relish the taste of me. The mere sight of that stokes the flames burning inside of me even higher. Reason, logic, and common sense seem to flee my mind and body, and suddenly, I'm nothing more than a live wire. An exposed nerve of carnal need and desire.
Before I’m even aware that I’ve moved my hand, I'm rubbing his stiff cock through the pants of his tuxedo. I grip and stroke it through his pants, marveling at the length and girth of it. This mystery man, whoever he might be, is incredibly well-endowed. He looks at me with a gaze filled with the purest, most raw desire I've ever seen in another person.
Unlike the high school boys I'm used to, who are all fumbling hands and clumsy gestures, this man doesn't just want to grope and fuck me. He wants to devour me. I can see it in his eyes.
Realizing what I'm doing, I feel my cheeks flush and pull my hand away, a small gasp escaping from my throat. I give myself another mental kick. I shouldn't be doing this. I really shouldn’t.
“I – I can't,” I say, my voice low and husky.
He steps to the side and gestures toward the doorway in the gazebo. “Then go,” he says. “I'm not stopping you.”
I take a hesitant step forward, my brain telling me to run away, to not look back. My body has other plans though. I turn and grab him by the lapels of his jacket, pulling him to me. Our kiss is filled with a fire and passion I've never felt, and my body trembles as he slides his fingers up and down my back.
He cups my ass and pulls me to him, grinding his rigid cock against me. I slide my hand down his body, relishing the feel of his hard, toned torso beneath my fingertips. Grabbing his cock through his pants, I squeeze it hard and he lets out a low grunt.
I reach up in another attempt to take his mask off, but he grabs my hand and shakes his head. He pushes me back, pressing me against the low wall of the gazebo once more. I'm stroking him through his pants and getting more turned on by the second.
He slides his hand back under my dress and pushes my panties to the side. As he plants kisses upon my mouth and neck, sliding his tongue down to my cleavage, he slips two fingers inside of me. I'm so slick with juices, that his fingers enter me without a problem. And when he starts to move them, in and out, my body explodes in sensation.
I bite back a cry, not wanting my voice to ring out throughout the back lawn. I know we're alone out here, but there's no sense in taking chances. The man bangs me hard and fast, driving his fingers into me again and again. My body is on fire, awash in sensation, as he buries his fingers into me.
Looking up, I find his cool blue eyes watching me, burning brightly with desire. I feel the pressure building low within me. He must know how close I am, because he pushes his fingers into me even harder. Faster. Deeper.
“Yes,” I cry out, unable to hold it back. “Yes, yes, fuck yes.”
My body is shaking and there is an explosion of bright light behind my eyes as my orgasm crashes down over me. I draw in a stuttering breath and let it out again, my entire body shaking as wave after wave of sensation ripples through my body.