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She dropped her hand and moved on to the tiger. The tiger was her favorite animal, perhaps it was her Muse’s too, which was why he had chosen this mask. Yet as she reached to touch him, she saw the fox next to him flinch. It was a reflexive move that conveyed misery and jealousy. Instinctively, she went to him and took his hard-muscled torso in her hands, running her thumbs over his nipples. Yes, this man was beautiful and aroused by her, desperate to make contact with her in a way the wolf and lion had not been. She ran her hands down his hips, then took his shaft in her hand. She stared into his eyes as she stroked him up and down. The brown eyes staring back at her were impossible to read in the dark hotel room. But his cock swelled tightly in her hand. He was aching to have sex with her, his entire body yearned with the urge. She could feel it. She dropped his penis and took a step back, studying the length of his body.
Then something made her look back at the tiger waiting with silent patience next to him.
It was him. The tiger was her Muse. Even without touching him, she knew it from the noble bearing of his shoulders and the erect carriage of his head. A hot trickle of arousal flooded her panties as she feasted her eyes on his nakedness for the first time, from his long, muscular legs to his washboard stomach and thick, rock-hard cock.
Forcing herself to remain composed, she touched him for the first time. She ran her hands up his legs and across his stomach, toyed with his nipples, then squeezed the wonderful hardness of his shoulders. This was the body she had felt but not seen, the anonymous body that had haunted her fantasies on so many nights. She held him by the firm, rounded globes of his ass and brushed his stiff cock against her. Wrapping one hand around his throbbing shaft, she placed the other hand over his chest.
His heart was beating as fast and hard as hers.
She pulled him against her. “It’s you,” she whispered. “I know it’s you.” She bit his shoulder, consumed with a yearning so fierce she could barely breathe. She longed to remove his tiger mask, if only so she could experience the sensual kiss of his mouth again, but she knew without asking that the mask would stay on. Instead her mouth traveled over his chest, licking his nipples in a rush of sexual hunger.
The other men silently left the room. Chelsea’s whole body trembled, so excited was she to be alone with her man, her hands and eyes free to explore him.
She didn’t ask him to speak. Instead she tugged him toward the sofas, where she resumed her examination of his beautiful body. Her Muse had other ideas. He eased her hands away from him and pinned her back to the sofa. For a moment she feared she would be asked to play passive again tonight. She didn’t think she could bear that. Yet her Muse only pulled off her clothes, tugging at her silk dress and panties with a rough haste that matched her hunger for him. Moments later she was as naked as he, the warm splendor of his body covering hers.
Hungrily they caressed each other, reveling in the feel of each other’s smooth skin. Her desire to explore every inch of his body battled with the desire to roll him onto his back and straddle him. A primitive demand was already burning between her legs and as his fingers drifted southward, her pussy began to pulse hotly. Yet her insatiable curiosity, so long denied these cold winter nights, won out. She had to look at him, touch him, know him. She reared up on her knees and rolled him onto his stomach to begin with his rear view.
And what a rear view it was. His powerful back tapered down to narrow hips and a firm, masculine ass that looked so luscious she had to squeeze it several times. She ran her fingernails down the back of his thighs, making his muscles clench. Then she picked up his bare feet and brushed them over her naked breasts. He jerked beneath her, burying his face in the sofa cushions to stifle what sounded like a moan. Chelsea smiled. If she could make her silent Muse emote, she knew she was doing something right.
She lifted his feet to her mouth, sucking his toes one by one into her hot, soft mouth. As her tongue stimulated the most sensitive parts of his feet, he shifted again with almost angry helplessness. That’s right, she thought. You’re in my hands now. Not in control now, are you? The tease in her enjoyed the delay; it was punishment for her powerlessness on their other nights. She leaned over him, letting her nipples brush the skin of his legs, ass and back with torturous lightness. She brushed his thick chestnut hair to the side so she could kiss the back of his neck. She rubbed his shoulders as her mouth sank into his skin, her teeth following her burning lips.
Roughly, her Muse rolled over to face her, his dark eyes smoldering through the mask. Tonight he was the one frustrated by the silence imposed between them. She could read the lustful frenzy in the heat of his eyes and the strain of his hard cock against his stomach. Like the tiger whose mask he wore, her Muse itched to devour her alive. And she sensed the only thing stopping him was an impatient acquiescence to her curiosity.
He wouldn’t wait much longer. That was clear from the trembling in his muscles and the blood-darkened stiffness of his cock.
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Chelsea stroked his shaft as if it were her greatest treasure. One drop of pre-come glistened in the faint twinkle of the city. She rubbed it over his head with her thumb. His cock throbbed in her hands in response. Long, silky and hot with desire, the feel of his erection flooded her with the sensation that they belonged together on a level far deeper than the erotic game they played.
She bent over and sucked him into her mouth, her hair falling onto his stomach. She hadn’t intended to use her mouth on him just yet, she had wanted to play with him some more, yet the masculine beauty of his penis was too mouthwatering. Holding him firmly at the base, her mouth rose and descended on him several times before she tightened her lips and swirled her tongue around his head. His hips twisted beneath her in wordless supplication as she licked him with hard, fast strokes, then resumed her smooth, tight sucking.
His balls waited high and tight for attention. She ran her fingernails across their sac, enjoying the tension of his thigh muscles around her ears. Yes, this was the most aroused she had ever felt him. Making him come now could be just a matter of moments. Yet the gifts of her mouth would have to wait for another night. Right now she wanted a more thorough union; she wanted his cock to fill her until she felt complete. Taking control again, she let his shaft drop from her mouth and straddled his narrow hips. As she reached for a condom, his swollen head pushed between her upper thighs with exciting forcefulness.
Chelsea pinned his wrists to the sofa and leaned close to his mask until their eyes were only inches apart. “I want one thing from you,” she whispered. “And it’s nothing you can deliver while wearing a mask.”
She knew he understood her meaning. She wanted his love, his voice, his personality, all of him revealed when the mask came off. She knew that wouldn’t be tonight. That was okay. She could wait. But it was imperative that they both acknowledge the sensual power between them, Society rules or not.
His brown eyes watched her with longing. Still pinning his wrists, she unrolled the condom and centered herself over his cock. She lowered herself until that mind-blowing hardness filled her pussy. She closed her eyes and spread her thighs, trying to accommodate all of him inside her. Slowly she began to ride his cock, moving her hips with a smooth and flawless rhythm that slid her pussy up and down his shaft like a dream. His cock felt thick and unbelievably engorged inside her, stimulating her most sensitive nerves. Tentatively she released his wrists and rested her hands on his ribs, gaining the balance to ride him faster.
The friction between her flesh and his ignited a thrill rising in her blood like wildfire. No sex had ever felt this exciting, this hot. As he reached up to play with her breasts, she moaned breathlessly, almost delirious with heat. Her tender walls felt so sensitive around him as he drove in and out of her with primal urgency, sending sparks of ecstasy through her body. Moaning wildly now, she leaned forward so her breasts swung in his face and rode him as hard and fast as if he were a stallion. He answered her urgency with his own matching thrusts, slamming his hips up to meet her in a mind-blowing frenzy of animal lust.
“Oh God,” she groaned. “Oh God.”
As her orgasm ripped through her, illuminating every nerve with fiery joy, an epiphany followed. She was enamored of this man, faceless and nameless as he was. She was smitten, besotted and deeply in love and there wasn’t a rule or policy that could alter that. She loved him. As he drove into her with a final roar, Chelsea collapsed on his chest, almost sobbing with the intensity of her climax. Her hair clung to both of their sweat-slicked bodies and she was breathing too hard to speak. Gradually, as his softening penis slid out of her, he held her tightly against him with a ferocity that told her he loved her too.
Chapter Six
“Dear Chelsea,” Nikki pretended to read from her laptop screen, “I can’t wait to fuck you again. Sunday night was fantastic. But what would really be great is if you invite your sexy roommate along for a threesome.” She raised her black head and pulled an expression of surprise. “Hey, look at that. Your married man wants to meet me. What a fabulous idea!”
Chelsea threw a leather glove at her. “For the last time, there is no married man. And quit reading my imaginary email.”
She sorted through her lingerie drawer, not terribly bothered by Nikki’s curiosity. She had already turned in her story to the Society and had already received their return approval by email. She wasn’t worried about Nikki spotting anything incriminating, though she did wish she would stop asking questions. She disliked lying to her roommate, but couldn’t think of a plausible story to explain the limousines and nights away from the dorm.
The Erotics Anonymous Valentine’s Ball was only three days away. Hopefully after the masks came off, she and her Muse could be a couple openly.
“Are you working as a high-priced call girl then? You can tell me.” Nikki bounced on her bed. “Come on, Chelsea. I know there’s some kind of sex going on. You’ve never glowed like this before.”
Chelsea blushed, ducking her head so her hair hid her flaming cheeks. “Nikki… Let’s just go. We’re going to be late for class if we keep waiting for Jeff.”
