“Good, because I’ve been wanting to do this all damn night.”
He backs me against the wall, and in a swift move, pulls the top of my corset down so it exposes my breasts. The cool air from the room immediately causes the skin to pebble and my breath quickens at the anticipation of what’s to come.
“Fucking beautiful,” Bruce whispers, as he bends to take one of my peaks into his mouth. He sucks hard, and I clutch on to his shoulders, my legs turning to jelly as the sudden rush of lust takes hold. Just as quickly, he let’s go and I mourn the loss of contact.
With slow, deliberate movements, he dips his fingers into the bowl of chocolate, before bringing them back to my bare torso, covering my breasts with the cold, sweet, liquid. Holy crap, it’s one of the most erotic things I’ve ever encountered. My pussy pulsates at the promise of feeling his lips on me and my breath quickens in anticipation of him sucking me dry.
“Fucking beautiful,” he repeats, “and now fucking sweet too,” he says before he lowers his mouth to my chocolate-covered tits and licks a painfully slow, deliberate line from the puckered tip up to my chest and back down to my other peak. He repeats the motion until all the chocolate is lapped up, and I’m a heaving, breathless puddle of want and lust.
He licks his lips seductively as he peers up at me, his stupid cowl hiding most of the expression on his face. Why the fuck did I insist on masks staying on when we started this game? Bruce traces his fingers across my mouth, my glossy red lipstick undoubtedly smudged away by now. He presses his thumb into my mouth, and I willingly suck it, causing his eyes to flare and his mouth to part in a gasp. Two can play the same game and if he’s going to tease me with his sweet tricks, I’m going to do my damnedest to match him.
Then, he leans into my ear and whispers the words that cause my undoing.
“Do you want more?”
ChapterFive
Devon
There is no way in hell this is happening. I can see all of it—the glorious fucking sex we’re about to have–play out in my mind, and I thank the endless and copious amounts of online free porn for guiding me. I don’t even know if I’ve seen this scene before but as soon as I spotted the chocolate fountain, Jessica’s stellar mounds begged me to feed off her.
She wants this.
She wants me.
The way she gasps and moans spurs me to give her everything I’ve got and makes me wish we were anywhere else but this room. I want her to scream. I want to hear our bodies slapping against each other. I don’t want to be quiet, but I don’t want to embarrass her either.
There’s one thing I know, by the end of the night, she’ll have ruined me for others.
I have never been so hungry for a woman’s body until now. I’m torn. Do I go fast and get to the good part, or do I go slow and painstakingly drag out every second of pleasure I can? Pulling the top of her corset down yielded unexpected results. Truth be told, I’ve never undressed a woman before. College life isn’t about that when it’s party hook-ups. We fuck fast and get back to hanging out with our friends. But not tonight.
Tonight, I don’t care that it’s Hogan’s birthday and I should be out there celebrating with him. I’m right where I want to be, trickandtreating.
A simple tug and her tits pop free. Each one bounces when the confines of Jessica’s top moves. She inhales when the cool air ghosts across her skin. Her nipples become hard pebbles, begging for me to touch them, to pull them into my mouth and lavish them with my tongue, and graze them with my teeth.
“Fucking beautiful.” I bend slightly and take one of her breasts into my mouth. The feel of her nipple against my tongue sends a jolt of anticipation to my cock. The urge to suck is there—to mark her skin as mine—and I tighten my mouth and moisten her berry. Jessica’s hands clamp onto my shoulders, and she moans. I want to keep going, but I also want more.
No, Ineedmore.
The bowl of chocolate sits on the table next to us. I brought it in here with a purpose. I dip my fingers into the sugary substance and hold my hand over her breasts. The sauce drizzles down her skin, finding purchase where it can nestle and make the sweet taste of her body more tantalizing. Jessica’s chest heaves and she watches me with lust-filled eyes. She adjusts. The movement is small and quick, but enough for me to know she’s eager.
Horny.
Ready.
“Fucking beautiful,” I say again because it bears repeating. She should know that I find her stunning, gorgeous, and like this, the sexiest woman I have ever met. The temptation is there for me to take her hand and place it on my growing erection. I want her to feel what she’s doing to me by just being present, by allowing me to touch her this way. I need her hand to spring me free, to pump my shaft before I explode.
“And now fucking sweet.” I lower my mouth to taste her again. I lick a stream of chocolate sauce from her breast and over her nipple, stopping to swirl my tongue around the taut pebble. I lavish her tits, pushing them close and bury what I can of my face between them. When I’m done, I look at her, hating that she insisted on wearing these stupid fucking masks, and now wishing I dressed as Pinocchio because I want her to sit on my face while I tell her lie after mother fucking glorious lie. But no, I’m Batman in a tuxedo, and this stupid mask makes it impossible for me to take in her scent. I want to smell her. I want to lay her out on the table and wrap her long legs around my head and bury my nose in her center.
But not this time.
My thumb brushes against her painted red lips and I push my thumb into her mouth. She sucks on it, without hesitation, giving me a preview of what her mouth will do to my cock when she gets a chance. My eyes roll back in my head, and I let out a small gasp of air. I lean in, pressing my hard-on to her leg and whisper, “Do you want more?”
Jessica nods. At first it starts out slow, but there must be something in the way I’m looking at her that tells her I need more of an affirmation. She nods faster and I smile at the thought of her on her knees with my cock moving in and out of her mouth, her gagging on my thickness.
My fingers touch her bare leg and dance toward her glory. I reach her middle and cup her pussy. She gasps and sags against my hand. Her costume is wet, soaked with her juices already. With two fingers, I pull the snaps keeping her closed off from me. My knuckles graze her flesh, and another gasp escapes her pretty red lips. Jessica’s fingers dig into my shirt, and I step back to remove it. It’s only fair. If she’s going to be naked, so am I.
“Whoa,” she says when I drop the white fabric to the floor. She reaches forward and trails her finger over one of my pecs and then the other one. My nipples peak from the sensation. “So many muscles,” she whispers before her tongue tastes my skin.