Halloween Masquerade (3 page)

He took in a deep breath at the sight of the rest of her. Her stomach was flat with a slight curve at the bottom; her narrow waist flared at the hips, trailing down to long, toned legs. Her luscious form was intoxicating.

Elias could feel his hands trembling with the need to touch her. He approached and bent to his knees, lifting one of her legs to pull the skirt off her. He moved his hands to rest on her hips and leaned in to kiss her belly. She shivered at his touch.

“Do you know how long I’ve waited for this? For you?” He gazed up into her eyes to see desire and uncertainty reflected there. She shook her head in response.

“Tell me. I need to hear the words. Tell me I’m not alone in this, Sharice. Tell me you want me too.”

“Elias, I want you too, but—” she whispered.

Before she could finish her sentence, he reached for her thong and ripped it off her body, displaying her hidden treasure.

“I don’t want to listen to anything else from you except how much you need me and need me to fuck you. Open your legs for me so I can taste your sweet nectar; the scent of you is calling to me.”

Sharice leaned back against the chair and spread her legs for him, but she still tried to make him see reason. “Elias, I—”

He paid no attention to her and swooped in to take a taste of her wet pussy. Her need for him glistened on her labia and coated the tops of her thighs.

He bent low and licked the taste of her off her thighs before going in for his treat. She tasted divine on his tongue, and he wanted more.

His thumbs separated her lips to show the pink, glistening tissue inside. He ran his tongue along her lips; she reached down and grasped his hair in a tight grip and thrust her cunt into his face for more of his attention. Elias was happy to oblige. He lapped at her juices and then sucked her pussy lips into his mouth. Her erect nub was also seeking his attention, and he rubbed his thumb back and forth over it.

Sharice began to sigh and moan. “Elias, please, you feel so good, please...please.”

Answering her call of need, he thrust his tongue into her and curled it along her tight passage. She pulled harder on his hair, whimpering as he went wild and began to eat her nectar in earnest, sucking, licking, nipping at her. Sharice’s excitement began to flow, running down his chin and along her thighs.

Pulling his face away, he entered her with his finger. Her tight walls greedily sucked his finger in. Her taut cunt was ravenous for more, and he pushed another finger into her. They both groaned at the feel of him stretching her. Her clit was engorged, and he wanted to feel it on his tongue. He leaned back in and sucked her into his mouth, then ran his tongue back and forth over the hard nub.

Her body began to stiffen, and he knew she was on the verge of orgasm. He sucked her clit hard and curled his fingers into her, rubbing against her g-spot. Sharice exploded, her body stiffening, and with a loud moan, she showered his fingers with more of her essence.

As her body shook, he rose up off the floor and demanded, “Look at me, Sharice.” When she opened her eyes, they stared back at him with a glazed but satisfied look.

While she watched, he raised his wet fingers and licked and sucked her essence off them.

“I could eat your pussy all day,” he growled. Sharice whimpered in response.

He leaned in and kissed her so she could have a little taste of herself. As their tongues caressed each other, he reached between their bodies, moving his hand up to cup a soft mound. Sharice shivered and then groaned into his mouth. Squeezing her breast lightly, he rubbed his palm up and down against the turgid nipple and then began to flick and pinch, engorging it. Sharice began to squirm in his arms. He broke off the kiss, trailing kisses down her face, to her neck, down her chest until he reached her other peak, sucking it into his mouth. She arched her back and moaned as he began his assault on her hardened nipple.

Sharice began to caress him through the material of his pants. He groaned when he felt her cup his hardened shaft. He couldn’t control himself and began to thrust his hard cock into her hand, growling in frustration because what he really wanted was to feel her naked touch against him. As if reading his mind, Sharice lifted her palm from him and began to explore the waistband of his pants, feeling her way to his fly and popping open the snap. She lowered the zipper, reaching inside his briefs to pull him out.

Sharice’s warm hand circled him, tugging lightly on his staff. She ran her fingers up and down the length of him, her caress stopping at the tip of his penis, and then she swept her thumb back and forth over the pre-cum gathering there.

“Elias, please,” she begged and then pushed against him with her other hand.

Releasing her nipple with a popping sound, he looked inquiringly at her. She pushed delicately against him again. He was about to growl in frustration when she suddenly dropped to her knees in front of him.

Licking her lips as if she were about to taste a treat, she said, “It’s my turn to taste you.” She licked the pre-cum off his dick. Peeking back up into his eyes and giving him a sultry glance, she said huskily, “Mmmm, salty and sweet—my favourite type of candy.”

She bent her head back down and engulfed his shaft with the warm, moist cavern of her mouth.

He groaned as she began to suck and lick his dick like a lollipop. As she took him in deep and then moaned to vibrate his shaft and tip, he bucked hard into her mouth, almost spilling himself. She grabbed his sacs and his rod, caressing and lightly gripping them both as she worked her mouth over him. He felt himself beginning to draw tight, and he didn’t want to come. Elias didn’t want his first time with her to be in her mouth, and he reached down and gently worked her off his shaft, trying not to spill himself. She was a bit resistant at first, but she released him with a final lick.

As she peered up at him with hot desire in her dark brown eyes, Elias’ control snapped. He reached down, yanking Sharice up by her arms, and then turned her away from him, bending her over the chair and raising her butt toward him. He reached down and caressed her globes, squeezing the tender flesh, and then slid a finger into her slit, her essence coating his skin. Sharice groaned.

Pulling his finger away, he parted her sweet pussy lips and entered her with one hard thrust. His body shuddered at the feel of her velvet walls sucking him into their warm, wet depths.

“Elias, it’s too much,” she moaned and squirmed a bit, trying to adjust to his length and size.

“Sharice, don’t wiggle around, honey,” he pleaded. Sweat began to break out on his forehead because he wanted so badly to move inside her, but he was trying to be patient to let her adjust to his cock. He felt her begin to relax around him, and her pussy walls began to caress his shaft.

Arching her back, she embedded his dick deeper inside her. His restraint broke, and he began to piston hard into her wet, tight, warm cunt. Sharice mewled with each sharp thrust. Her pussy clasped him every time he exited and entered her. She felt so good he was ready to explode. He rested his head on her shoulder and wrapped his hand around her hair, pulling her head back as he continued to pound into her.

Ready to come and not wanting to orgasm alone, he released her hair and rubbed her clit, while his other hand left her shoulder to tweak her nipple hard. He rested his sweaty head on her shoulder, his mouth planted on her skin, licking and sucking. He could feel the beginnings of an orgasm taking over her body; her walls were beginning to pulse around him. With a sudden pinch to her clit, Sharice came hard, squeezing his dick tight in a vise, raining more of her essence down on him. As she fluttered around him, he came with one final hard thrust into her. His sperm jetted and mingled with her juices, and his body shook as he expelled himself, his balls drawn tight.

“Oh, God, you feel so good, so damn good. You’re mine, Sharice, mine,” he growled, then pulled out of her and turned her around in his arms, staking a possessive claim with his kiss.

Dragging his mouth away from her, he said, “You’re mine, Sharice, no one else’s but mine. No one else will pleasure you and desire you the way I am going to continue to. Open your eyes and look at me. I want to see you when you say you belong to me.”

Sharice’s eyes fluttered open and she gazed at him with uncertainty and rebellion in their depths. “Elias, this is happening so fast. I didn’t even know you desired me, and I can’t just dismiss my rule of not dating my clients. I—”

“You’re fired,” he stated arrogantly. At the expression of shock, then outrage in her narrowed eyes, he lifted a finger to her lips to silence her.

“I respect your policy of not dating a client, so as of right now I am no longer your client. I want you, and I want you in my life. I want to get to know you better. I want to make you laugh, to know what excites you, what your passions are outside of work, and what makes you moan.” Sharice arched her eyebrow at him. He chuckled, surprising her, but continued.

“I want to wake up to the taste of you on my tongue and my cock buried so deep inside you, we don’t know where one begins or the other ends. You fit my cock so perfectly, as if you were tailored for me.” As he continued to speak, her body began to relax and melt into him. “I want to explore not only this desire for you, but everything else. You make me feel things I’ve never felt before. I haven’t felt this way with anyone else. This constant need to be around you and with you—please give me a chance.”

“Elias, I—”

He interrupted her by pressing his finger more firmly against her lips. Sharice’s gaze narrowed and she pulled away a bit from him, but she didn’t say a word as he continued. “If it makes it any better, all these guests I have invited to the Halloween masquerade are mostly for you. I wanted to showcase what a talent you are as an event planner. I also invited magazine reporters whose articles spotlight main events and their planners. I did this all for you. I actually really hate throwing parties, and I did this to get next to you,” he said sheepishly.

Sharice stared at him now with fire crackling in her eyes, and his shoulders dipped, thinking she was still going to refuse to give them a chance.

She opened her mouth and sucked his finger in, then nipped down hard on it. He yelped a little at the sting and pulled his finger out of her mouth.

“Now, as I was trying to say before you rudely kept trying to interrupt me…” Sharice glared at him and then braced her hands on her hips. She moved closer, their bodies now touching from chest to hip again. Sharice suddenly snaked her arms around his neck and confessed.

“I have been attracted to you, too, from the start. I buried my feelings because I didn’t want it to get in the way of us working together, and getting involved with a client can get messy. Besides, you only seemed to want me to plan your events. I was finding it harder and harder to be around you, and I was going to start passing your events on to Claire.”

She shrugged at his scowl. “I found myself thinking of you constantly and looking forward to when you came in to see me, even if it was to give me orders. I can no longer deny my feelings for you. I am not sure what the future holds, but if you want to try then I want to try too.”

Sharice smiled up at him slyly. “I can honestly say, I am also extremely happy to see you go as a client. You have been the most stubborn, demanding, arrogant—hmmmmm…”

Elias had lowered his head and silenced her with a kiss. Succumbing to their desire for each other, Elias lowered her to the ground and swiftly entered her wet pussy. As he waited for her to adjust to him again, he broke off the kiss.

“About that hideous dress,” Elias said with mirth in his voice.

“Not now, Elias.” Sharice reached up and dragged his mouth back down to hers.

“Later,” he mumbled.

“Much later,” they whispered together and then moved as one.