by Mia Harris
Parting her lips slightly, she let his tongue glide sensually in, entwining with hers and exploring every part of her mouth as he deepened the kiss. He gave her lower lip a little nip, and electricity seemed to burst through her veins, causing the fire inside her to build to a raging inferno. As they continued to hungrily explore each other’s mouths, every part of her mind was screaming in happiness, telling her that she had made the right decision.
The kiss seemed to last forever, and finally, she wanted more. Breaking away, Juliette reached forward and began to unbutton his white shirt, staring up into his eyes as she did so. She had no idea what had come over her. The masked stranger was inspiring a new confidence in her, and she felt like she could do anything while she was with him.
She had never felt so brave and so naughty before, and she inwardly giggled at her new-found confidence, picturing what her parents would say if they caught her in here right now. As the shirt slid to the floor, she gasped at the sight of his bare chest. Just as she had predicted, his muscles were hard and defined, and there was a smattering of dark curly hair across his chest, trailing downwards to his belly.
As she stroked and caressed his surprisingly smooth skin, the man slipped his arms around her back and unhooked her bra, murmuring in approval as the lacy cups fell away. With her breasts freed, her pink nipples stiffened under his gaze, and Juliette moaned softly as he slowly lowered his body down in front of her, planting warm kisses over the small circles of her areolae.
He paid equal attention to both nipples, as if to prove to her that every part of her was equally important to him, and before sinking all the way to his knees, he nipped on her breasts and cupped them in his hands, giving them a gentle squeeze.
Now that he was on his knees, he looked up at her and hooked his hands into the sides of her panties. She nodded, and he grinned and pulled them down, letting them fall around her ankles. Looking up at her again with a devilish expression on his face, he ran one hand up her left thigh and came to rest on her ass. He gently squeezed it, and the fingers of his other hand trailed over her lower belly, tickling Juliette and making her squirm with delight.
She began to breathe heavily, knowing what he was about to do, and then placed her hands on his shoulder to hold herself steady as he nudged her thighs apart with his head. He nipped at her inner thighs, and she let out a gasp of pleasure that was mixed with sharp pain. The little bites hurt, but something about them sent wild tingles through her at the same time, and she wanted him to do it again.
The man looked up at her again with a smile playing on his lips, and then moved his face directly between her legs, eliciting another gasp from Juliette. Still gripping her ass with one hand, he used the other to gently part her folds, and then slid his mouth over her warm, already-wet slit. His tongue trailed up and down for a minute, and Juliette had to stop herself from giggling; it was so ticklish, yet felt so good. No one had done this to her in a long time. For some reason, the last guy she had dated in college had refused to go down on her, but expected her to do it for him. That was one of the many reasons she had finally dumped him before coming home to the family estate for the end-of-semester break.
He moved his mouth all the way up until it reached her clitoris, and then began to trace semi-circular patterns all over it with his warm tongue. Juliette’s legs began to tremble, and when he gently slid a finger inside her, she felt as if she wouldn’t be able to hold herself up much longer and continued to cling to his strong shoulders. She knew that she was already very wet down there, and could feel his finger sliding in and out of her warm tightness with relative ease. Oh god, this feels so good… she thought, closing her eyes and losing herself in thoughts of the stranger between her legs.
She could feel a powerful orgasm building in her core, and when the man murmured something while still sucking and licking her clitoris, the vibrations from his mouth nearly sent her right over the edge. Sliding another finger inside her, he began to pump them in and out for a moment before pressing against a certain spot inside her in a ‘come hither’ motion, and Juliette let out a soft moan, unable to believe how amazing his hands and mouth felt as they played with her.
She began to whimper softly and ran her hands through his dark, curly hair, marveling at how silky-soft it was. He responded by pressing his mouth against her harder, and increased the speed and pressure that he was using with his tongue. Within seconds, little shockwaves started to reverberate through her entire body, and an enormous pressure suddenly felt as if it was being released within her.
Juliette moaned with delight as the first waves of pleasure flooded through her body, and her legs trembled uncontrollably. She was certain that she would fall over, but the man rose to his feet and held her against him, leaning down and kissing her again as he did so. She could taste herself on him as he hungrily explored her mouth with his tongue; a tangy yet sweet taste that made her yearn to taste him as well. Breaking away, she whispered to him.
“Let me do the same to you.”
“No,” he murmured, nipping at her earlobe as he ran his hands up and down her curvy body. “I would get greater pleasure from bringing you more pleasure.”
He seemed to radiate heat, and his eyes glowed again as he picked her up and carried her over to the small single bed that sat on the other side of the room. After putting her down on her back, he climbed on top of her and slid his mouth back over her ear.
“Did you like what I just did?” he asked.
“Yes,” she said breathlessly. “Very much.”
“Let me make you come again,” he said.
“Yes… please,” she whispered, her cheeks flushing. This man was driving her absolutely wild, and she never wanted him to stop touching her.
He kicked his shoes off, unzipped his pants and pulled them down before tugging his underwear aside and climbing back on top of her. Juliette shivered in anticipation and parted her legs, and the man wedged himself in between her thighs. Sliding one arm up to her breasts, he cupped and squeezed them again, softly groaning as he leaned down and buried his face in them. He gently nipped at them, and then began to grind his hips against hers until she thought that she might go insane.
“Please!” she said. “I need you… now!”
He pulled his head away from her chest and smiled down at her, and she gasped as she felt his cock pressing up against her warm, wet opening. It was thicker than any other man’s cock that she had experienced, and she wondered if she would be able to handle it.
“Are you sure you’re ready for this?” he growled, his voice suddenly sounding deeper and even more masculine as he rubbed the bulbous head of his cock up and down her pink folds.
Juliette was nervous, but she had made up her mind.
“Yes,” she whispered.
“I’m not sure that you are,” he growled, teasing her. He rubbed the head of his cock over her still-sensitive clitoris, and she whined in frustration.
“Please!” she begged.
She watched his face, the burning arousal in his eyes making her even crazier for him, and then reached an arm around to the back of his head. Pulling his face closer to hers, she kissed him, her teeth gently nibbling on his lower lip, and as she did so, the man pushed himself inside her with one quick thrust.
She gasped as he stretched her hot, slick tightness, and he began to slowly move in and out of her, sending wild tremors throughout every inch of her body as she adjusted to his girth. Moments later, she was writhing underneath him as she felt another orgasm building, and she moaned in pleasure.
“Oh god, I don’t even know your name… but don’t ever stop doing this to me,” she whimpered, moving her hips in a rhythm with his.
He increased his pace and started to thrust into her harder, settling more of his weight onto her. His movements inside her felt like nothing she had experienced before, and Juliette cried out, her heart beating crazily as his groin rubbed against hers with each hard thrust. She felt herself getting closer and closer t
o her peak, and seconds later, more waves of pleasure engulfed her, flooding her entire mind and body with warm ecstasy.
Her legs quivered violently as she moaned and dug her nails into his back, and the man plunged himself deeper inside her.
“I want you to come again for me,” he murmured, seemingly not happy until she had had several orgasms.
He slid a hand down her abdomen and began to rub her clitoris with his palm as he continued to move in and out of her, and within seconds she was quivering underneath him again. As she moaned, he reached up and squeezed her stiff nipples before rolling over and pulling her on top of him.
Juliette straddled his hard, muscular body, happily displaying her curves to him, and as his eyes glowed, she decided to delay more of her own pleasure for a while and return his earlier favor, whether he liked it or not.
She leaned forward and kissed him for a moment, before sliding her lips to his neck and planting little kisses all over it. After a minute, she sat back and grinned at him, and then started to move down his body. As she kissed and nibbled his chest and abdomen, she reached down and gripped his hard cock with one hand, gently stroking up and down his thick shaft and eliciting a soft groan from him.
Once her mouth had reached his stomach, she held his cock with a firmer grip and increased the speed she was using with her hand. He grunted softly in appreciation, and she started to slowly lick up and down the lines where his abdomen met his groin. Finally, she moved her head between his legs and took him in her mouth.
Juliette gently sucked on the head of his cock for a moment, and then flicked her tongue all over his frenulum. She could feel his breathing getting heavier, and then slid more of him down her throat, making his cock as wet as she possibly could with her saliva. She did this for a couple of minutes, and then stopped.
Letting go with the hand that had been gripping him, she moved herself back up and sat on top of him, her knees firmly planted on either side of his hips. Teasing him, she began to rock her hips back and forth, grinding herself against him and holding his arms down as he groaned.
“Please,” he said. “I need to be inside you again.”
He reached his hands around her hips, and then down to her ass. Lifting her up for a second, he slowly lowered her back down onto his cock, and Juliette gasped happily as she felt him filling her up. She rocked back and forth, moving her body against him in a diagonal motion, and once she had gotten used to his girth again, she started to move her hips so that she was bouncing up and down on him.
Gripping his shoulders with her hands, her nails dug into him as she rode him, and her heart raced crazily. No one had ever managed to give her this much pleasure in one night, and she gasped again as he pressed the pad of his thumb to her clitoris, stroking it with delicate precision.
Leaning back and balancing her hands on his shins behind her, she closed her eyes and gave him a full view of her voluptuous curves as she bounced up and down on his cock, and he grunted in appreciation. He began to rub her throbbing clitoris in a small circle, and within moments, Juliette’s back was arching in orgasm again. Wave after wave of ecstasy crashed over her, and she collapsed onto him. As her chest pressed against his, she could feel his heart beating just as crazily as hers, and he kissed her deeply before pulling away and clenching his jaw.
She could tell that he was getting close to his own orgasm, and she squeezed her muscles around his cock and let him move her up and down as he slammed into her. Just as he groaned and thrust into her one last time before coming deep inside her, Juliette grabbed his mask and ripped it away, suddenly desperate to see his whole face.
The moonlight illuminated his face as he closed his eyes in ecstasy, and when he opened them again, Juliette gasped in shock. Now she knew why he seemed so familiar, and couldn’t believe that she hadn’t figured it out earlier. She had committed his face to memory earlier on, when Tyron had showed her his picture.
“You… you’re… him!”
She jumped off him, and he tried to pull her back down, but she struggled away and stood up.
“So you figured it out. I’m Roman Montgomery,” he growled. “Does it really matter?”
Juliette looked down at his impossibly gorgeous face and considered all the ways in which he had just made her feel as if she were the queen of the world. Despite him bringing her to new heights of pleasure, she knew that it definitely did matter.
“Yes!” she cried. “My family would kill you if they knew you were here! What are you even doing here?”
He smiled, which she thought was wildly inappropriate considering the situation they were in.
“I’m in the city working with H.AL. undercover. As far as I know, no one knows that I’m here. I’ve seen pictures of you with your father in the papers before, and I knew I had to meet you. I heard about the masked ball, and I knew it was my chance to sneak in,” he said.
“What’s H.A.L?” she asked, confused.
“Humans Against Lycancorp,” he said. “It’s a human resistance group against your father’s company. They get werewolves like me to do undercover work for them, seeing as we’re so much better at sneaking around. We’ve gotten used to being hunted.”
His eyes began to glow a bright green, and Juliette knew now that it was no trick of the light. I just slept with a werewolf. Oh god… I know my parents would be pissed that I ran off with a strange man at their party… but a werewolf? They would kill me if they knew about this.
“So you’re working to take down my family’s company? They know that you’re here, Roman,” she said, her voice panicked.
“What do you mean?” he growled.
“They know that you’re in the city. My cousin Tyron has been tasked with hunting you down. He told me earlier. That’s how I recognized you.”
He looked worried, but didn’t move.
“Well, that’s too bad. I’m not leaving you now that I’ve found you, Juliette. You can’t deny it. You feel this too, don’t you? There’s something real between us. I knew it the second that I saw you in that photo, and I felt it even more strongly when I saw you in person tonight. I knew that I had to come here and be with you. I know that they say love at first sight doesn’t exist, but this is the closest thing to it that I can think of,” he said.
Juliette knew that he was right. There was something powerful between them; something magical. She also knew that her family would literally kill him, though, and then made the hardest decision of her life in a few split-seconds.
“No. This was just a one-time thing. I’m meant to be marrying another man,” she said, mustering up as much bitchiness in her voice as she could. “You need to leave. Now!”
He propped himself up on his elbows and stared at her.
“I know what you’re doing, Juliette,” he said quietly. “You think you’re protecting us both by telling me to leave.”
“No, that’s not it! I just don’t want you. This was just sex, and nothing more!” she said, pulling her underwear and dress back on.
He got up and put his suit back on, his eyes not leaving her once.
“Do you really mean that?” he asked. “You really don’t feel what I feel?”
“I really don’t. Now get out of here!” she said. “You should put that mask back on too, unless you want to be shot the second you leave this room.”
With that, she turned around, unlocked the door and hurried down the hallway, not daring to turn back and look at Roman’s face one more time. She knew that if she did, she wouldn’t be able to go through with leaving him there. Hot tears sprang to her eyes as she dashed through the ballroom, and her father caught her arm and stopped her.
“Are you alright, honey? Your hair is all messed up, and your eyes are puffy,” he said.
“Yes, Dad. I drank too much, and threw up. But I’m fine now,” she said.
He regarded her suspiciously for a second, before patting her on the shoulder.
“Go upstairs and go to bed,” he ordered. “I wanted to
speak to you about Jon, but that can wait until tomorrow when you aren’t feeling sick.”
She obliged, put her head down and hurried upstairs to her bedroom. She couldn’t sleep, though; her mind was too frenzied with thoughts of Roman. Instead, she collapsed onto the bed and cried, listening as rain began to pour outside, hammering against her balcony door and windows. As the tears streamed onto her pillow, she desperately hoped that Roman had escaped from the mansion safely, knowing that she would probably never see him again.
***
Roman Montgomery put his mask back on and dashed out the service entrance to the Carpenter mansion, before realizing that it was about to rain outside. Probably a good thing, he thought. The guards won’t want to be walking around in this weather. His best friend Marc had warned him that trying to infiltrate a Carpenter party was a stupid idea, but up until a few minutes ago, everything had gone perfectly.