Passion Unleashed (Masquerade Part I) (3 page)

She saw him looking at her, waiting for a response and she blushed realizing she hadn’t heard the question. She was staring at his handsome face. Seeing all of it in person, sans black silk mask, was amazing. She wondered how anyone could be so attractive.

“I’m sorry. What was the question?”

Ryan gave a soft laugh and the masculine tone seemed to radiate through the room. No wonder women fell all over him.

She realized he was asking if she’d reviewed the outline for the painting.

“Well, ah, normally I do. But I just have a feeling that this is a special project. I prefer to hear it from you, personally.”

Ryan was more than happy to describe the painting he had in mind. And Heather was more than content to let him talk on and on, so she could watch him. He carefully outlined the
details of what he envisioned.

Heather became aware of the wetness between her legs.
She hoped
to get through the meeting without a wet spot showing on her skirt. Just being this cl
ose to him was too unnerving
. She tried to push the thoughts of last night’s interlude away. But they wouldn’t go. In fact, her desire was only increasing. It was hopeless.

Heather noticed Ryan was very emotional about the painting he was describing in exquisite detail. This only served to increase her arousal.

Ryan found that telling H
eather about the painting
stirred feelings deep within him. Not that he needed that. Just having her right here wit
hin reach had his cock hard
. And the tight jeans were not going to do anything to cover it up. He had other plans anyway.

What he wanted right now was to go around beside her, pull her up and kiss her passionately. He wanted to feel the soft inside of her mouth, touch her tongue.  He felt the urge to lift her skirt and feel his warm cock press against her soft smooth abdomen. He was losing control.

He had reached the end of the description and was looking at Heather. She did not reply. The heat of the meeting had risen noticeably. Heather began to wonder if she had even a prayer of keeping her composure.

What happened next answered the question with finality. Silently, Ryan stood up and walked around the desk. His pupils looked dilated and the expression on his face left no doubt of the feeling burning inside.

For a moment, Heather desperately looked away, toward the huge window framing the skyscrapers that etched a jagged design against the bright blue sky. It occurred to her that she was once again drawn to this charismatic male, who seemed completely uninhibited about intimate, sexual interludes with women he barely knew.

Never before had she reacted like she did last night. She’d had no defense against the strength of the attraction. And with the masks, they’d likely never see each other again. Or, so she thought then.

As fate would have it, she was here with him again. It struck her that he didn’t know she was the same person he’d held in his arms only hours before. She felt an instant of guilt that she hadn’t revealed herself as soon as she’d arrived.

He pulled her to her feet with urgency. She thought to resist. The shreds of her plan to keep composed fell away. She looked into his eyes, burning with desire. She didn’t care about anything else. She wanted him. There was only now. She wanted him now.

Ryan thrust his left hand behind her head and took a handful of her thick glossy hair, the blond curls falling in disarray. With his right hand behind her trim waist, his mouth slanted over hers and pressed into a hard kiss.

His tongue found the inside of her mouth and licked her tongue. Heather heard herself softly moan.
She felt his hand move inside her jacket and sensually massage her right shoulder.

Ryan moved to kiss her neck, in a sweet series of soft, erotic touches. Then, he licked down her throat to the top of her
silk
blouse. He quickly undid the top buttons and reached in the right side of her
lacy
bra to free a lovely, rounded breast.

He seemed to gasp for a moment. The pale creamy skin of the soft breast contrasted with the little pink nipple made him harden with desire. He began to suck the nipple gently and move his tongue in circles around it.

Heather’s clit was a tight tiny knot. She craved release. The lust for this man, this amazingly sexy male, welled up inside her. Her hands found the top of his jeans. She hastily undid them to release the warm, hard cock into her hand. She breathed in his male sexual aroma.

The knowledge that he was once again not wearing any underwear incited her. Such virility needed no covering. She longed to hold the hard shaft in her mouth.

She looked in awe at the beautifully formed cock and began to stroke it with loving touches. She rubbed gently at first, then faster and harder. She stopped to reach between his masculine thighs and hold his balls in her hand. He groaned in response. Encouraged, she squeezed gently and then extended her middle finger just behind his warm balls to rub the sensitive perineum.

Ryan rewarded her with pre-cum. In a sudden urge, Heather dropped to her knees and pulled his jeans down to his knees. She leaned in to lick the thick liquid off the swollen tip with her tongue, holding his tight ass with both hands.

He had both hands in her hair and gripped handfuls of it, pressing her closer to him. “Ah, Heather,” he gasped.

Ryan bent slightly and reached down under her arms to pull her up to him. He showered kisses
wildly over her
neck
then
lo
wered her carefully
onto the desk.
They looked lustily into each other’s eyes.

H
e
gently
released the other
sen
sual breast from its lace cover and
kissed one nipple then the other. Heather felt herself tighte
n, her core begging for him,
her responsive clit desperate to be rubbed. Aware of her need, he reached under her skirt and moved aside the thin lace.

His touch, familiar from the night before, set off a craving in her that would not be denied. She arched her back, pushing up toward him. He played teasingly with her clit, stopping just before she went over the edge. Alternately, he placed two fingers inside her, sliding them in and out easily in her wetness.

A little shock went through her when he rubbed a spot inside her, just the right spot. It felt so good. She wanted to come so badly.

She thought of pulling his hard cock deep inside her. In the next second, she felt a wave of pleasure course through her. She was panting and her breath speeded up in tempo with the soft rubbing motion of his fingers.

Then he put his thumb on her clit and she gave a muffled scream. She was gone. Her body flooded with pleasur
e. The world was centered with
her lover’s hand rubbing her little clit, in just the right rhythm, unrelenting, unstoppable.

She shrieked and gripped his shoulders with both her hands, stiffening as the orgasm overtook her. There was no shyness, only the pure giving and receiving of pleasure.

The waves of the orgasm rolled through her, never wanting to stop. She felt a familiar glow warming her bod
y
, n
ot caring where she was, as long as she was with him.

She
opened her eyes, looking
deeply into
burning gaze
. His arousal was strong and his hot, hard cock pressed insistently against her bare abdomen.

“Heather,” he whispered in a deep voice. “You are just as amazing as last night, my love. I was desperate to have you again.”

His words struck her hard, as if he’d slapped her in the face. Last night, he said. He knew and yet pretended! She felt embarrassed.

“You – you knew?”

Ryan realized too late that he’d said the wrong thing. He could not take it back. He made a feeble attempt to make it right.

“Yes, of course. I knew. I saw you go into the party.”

“But I’d never seen you in person before. We were wearing masks. We were disguised. We were….”

“I’d never forget a beauty like you. Those sensual blond curls, those pouty lips, that cute little round ass.” Oh no, that was the wrong thing to say. He could tell by her expression.

She pushed against his chest to move him off of her. She got up from the desk, pulling up her lacy bra and adjusting her panties. She was a mess.

“You knew who I was last night and didn’t say so!” It wasn’t a question.

Ryan roughly pulled up his jeans and fell into the chair. Sexual frustration, be damned.

He quickly tried to fill in t
he blanks to satisfy her, seeing
her falling away from him. He feared losing her.

“I saw you. I remembered you from Steve Jenkins house. We’re friends. We’ve worked on several films together. I stopped by the same day you dropped off his finished painting. I was just pulling up as you walked down the brick stairs to climb into your waiting limo.

I’ll never forget the vision of you, gliding down those stairs in your short skirt, jacket blowing open, revealing thos
e lovely breasts under your thin
blouse. Even from a distance, you were a sight. Those lips, your blond curls bouncing against your checks as you slipped away, disappearing inside the limo door the driver held open.

I thought about you for weeks afterward. Steve told me who you were. He showed me the painting you’d done for him. I have to say, I was impressed. Your passion is reflected in your work. You’re a passionate woman, Heather.

I wanted you from the first moment I saw you. I try to avoid parties if I can. They bore me as a rule. But I happened to see the guest list Patricia left on her desk. I recognized your name. That was my chance to meet you. Patricia was likely surprised that I didn’t resist her encouragement to attend. I normally would have found a reason to decline. It was a big event with all the right people.

I had no interest in all that. My only interest was you. I arrived a little early that night. Once again, you walked right in front of me, entering the party. That gown was very fetch
ing, I must say. Tight gold strap
less evening gowns are brought to life with your softly rounded feminine shape.

I was delighted to see you arrive
. Of course, the masks created a unique situation. We were supposed to be incognito. I probably would have just introduced myself as soon as we were alone, but you have to admit that the emotional tone in the library that night didn’t lend itself to polite introductions.”

“No, it didn’t!” Heather snapped. Ryan’s confession gave her time to realize what had really happened. He saw her, he wanted her. Well, he got her. Of course, he got what he wanted. What woman in her right mind would reject Ryan Spencer Blake?

The answer to that was obvious. What was also
obvious,
was that now that he’d had her, there was no challenge. She’s given herself to him with reckless abandon, not once, but twice. She was appalled at herself.

Ryan, as stunning as any Greek god she’d seen, could have any woman he wanted. And she was sure he’d had many. Now, she was just one more conquest.

Her cheeks flushed. She’d been used.
She pulled her jacket closed and swiped her notebook from the desk.

“I have to go
,”
she whispered. Her eyes started to well with tears, while simultaneously she began to shake.

She went towards the door. Ryan reached for her. “Heather, please…”

She didn’t want to hear it. “Don’t touch me. I’m leaving.”

With that, she plunged toward the door and made her way out dramatically. Ryan’s eyes followed her. Once again, he heard the click of the lock embedded in the thick soundproof door. This time it shut with finality.

He could have his pick of women. At the moment, he sure didn’t feel like a guy who has sex whenever he wants. Heather just walked out on him with his cock still hard and erect. She’d left him in the height of arousal, for the second time in less than 24 hours.

He leaned back in the chair and rubbed his hands over his face and into his hair. He gave a sharp exhalation, trying to expel his frustration along with the air in his lungs.  He looked at the view, through the enormous chasm of his office window, without really seeing it. His memory of the vulnerable look on Heather’s face during the ravages of orgasm flashed in his mind.

Heather had another restless night. After leaving Ryan, she had gone straight home and showered. But no matter how she tried, she couldn’t wash off the memory of the erotic episode.

She’d changed into her painting clothes and gone downstairs to her studio. Painting was a release for her and she certainly had plenty of it to do. Throwing herself into the creative process released a lot of pent up emotion.

She began to reflect on what had happened in the last day. She had to admit that every time she was with Ryan, she lost all control. Despite intentions to the contrary, she fell into his arms. There was just no way to resist the magnetic pull he had on her.