I said it jokingly, but she nodded. “My father used to call me his little mouse when I was a child.”
“Then I can dress as a male mouse. Mickey to your Minnie. Isn’t it supposed to be two by two?”
“I think there is a male mouse out there somewhere. I’ll stand next to him for the contest tonight.”
The thought of a man in some prissy, old-fashioned suit standing next to her, putting his arm around her, pissed me off. Which was stupid. I had no claim over her. But somehow I wished I did. “Okay, another animal then. What do you think I should be?”
She looked me over, and her hand landed on my thigh, rubbing lightly. “You’re strong. Big. How about… a wolf?”
“I like that.”
“A gray wolf,” she added.
“Because I’m older than you?”
She laughed. “Because you’re wearing dark colors.”
“So maybe I’m the Big Bad Wolf. Maybe that’s why I’m wearing dark colors.” I leaned in as I said this, my hand going around her waist.
Her eyes widened as she looked up at me. “Maybe you are.”
“The Big Bad Wolf probably wouldn’t just be sitting here, not when he’s got such a lovely young lady in his arms.”
Sarah’s eyes shown with excitement and hesitation—more of the former than the latter, I hoped. “What would he do?”
“Would you like to find out?” I said, in the most evil-sounding growl I could muster.
Silence. Hesitation. Several emotions playing across her face. And then—
“Yes.”
Penny
What had I just agreed to? My mind raced in a million directions, but my body knew what it wanted. And it wanted him. Somehow it didn’t matter that I barely knew him. That he thought I was Sarah. Somehow I knew at an instinctual level that this was right. I hadn’t felt as certain of anything in years. It didn't make any sense, but it didn’t make the feeling any less strong.
This man wanted me. This man admired me. He didn’t know that an hour or two ago I was on the catering staff. Or that I didn’t even have a job in the field I’d studied in college. Or that I was twenty-four and already divorced.
Oh wait, he did know that. But he didn’t care. He didn’t think less of me for it.
When he pulled me onto his lap, I straddled his legs eagerly, pausing only to push down the many layers of fabric that once again were trying to keep us apart. From this new angle, my eyes were level with his, and I stared at him for a long time before I leaned forward and kissed the corner of his mouth. His sleek goatee tickled my chin as I peppered his lips with little kisses.
“How do you get this damn thing undone?” he growled.
“I have no idea,” I said, laughing at his frustration. “A woman helped me with it and did something to make it super tight.”
“A lady in waiting?”
“Something like that.”
“Couldn’t she have left some kind of instructions?”
I giggled again. “Well, if you do get it unfastened, then you also have to figure out how to put it back together again.”
He frowned, an adorably perplexed expression on his face. Most men seemed to be befuddled by women’s ordinary clothing let alone finery from another age. I took pity on him. “So maybe we could do this.”
Zorro raised an eyebrow at me as I brought my hands up to my shoulders. His mouth dropped open when I pushed the puffed sleeves down my arms and peeled down the cups of the corset revealing my breasts.
Suddenly taken aback at my brazenness, I looked down at my hands, fighting the urge to cover up. But when I snuck a peak up at him to see his reaction, his face showed nothing but admiration. And hunger. “Have I mentioned how much I like Victorian clothing? That looks so fucking hot with the cups pushing your breasts up like that.”
His large hands replaced the cups, lifting my breasts and squeezing them. He rubbed at my nipples with his thumbs, making them even harder than before. His strong arm went around my waist, and he leaned me back across his lap. I reached one hand up to hold the wig in place, but the other hand dangled toward the ground as his strong grasp kept me from falling.
Warm lips drew my nipple in. My eyes rolled back in my head at the sensation. My body was engulfed by him. His hard thighs were under my ass. His arms surrounded me. And his talented mouth did amazing things, his tongue swirling, his teeth nibbling.
I was completely supported by him—if he’d let go, I’d fall to the floor. But I felt safe. Cherished. And extremely turned on. I couldn’t help grinding myself against him. If only there weren’t so many layers of fabric between us. At least if I’d still been in my caterer’s uniform, I could have wiggled out of it by now. But if I’d been in the caterer’s uniform, he never would have given me a second glance.
That thought bothered me, but then he switched to the other nipple, flicking back and forth with his tongue. It felt so damn good. With my free hand, I reached up and cupped his head, urging him to take my nipple in his mouth.
His free hand was busy, too. I could feel him fumbling with the layers and layers of skirts, trying to find his way in. Most of the front of the dress was caught between our bodies, but the rest was jumbled in disarray. Finally, his strong hand gripped my calf.
“Finally,” he growled against my chest, echoing my thoughts.
I laughed at his impatience, and he responded by grasping my nipple between his teeth and pinching lightly. That ended my giggles and made me gasp instead, arching my back and holding onto the wig even tighter so it wouldn’t slip.
“Please tell me you’re not wearing some kind of time-period appropriate, impossible to get into underwear.”
“I’m not,” I said, groaning as he eased his hand slowly up my leg. “Just regular panties.”
“Regular panties are no problem for Zorro,” he said, both humor and lust in his deep voice. “Victorian pantaloons, on the other hand, just might be.”
And then his fingers were on my inner thigh, teasing, tickling their way toward my center. I jolted as he stroked closer and closer, and instinctively wrapped my hand around his neck, afraid I’d fall.
“I’ve got you,” he said, his voice a soft croon. “I’m going to take good care of you. Just relax.” And somehow, I trusted him. Trusted that he wouldn’t let me slide headfirst onto the floor. Trusted that he would treat me right. Trusted that he would make me feel good.
But the ‘relax’ part was more problematic, especially now that one long finger was stroking up and down my damp panties. His lips attacked my nipple again as he pushed the fabric a little bit inside me, making lazy circles with his finger. And then I caught my breath as his finger slipped underneath the edge of the material. The heat from his hand matched the heat pooling between my legs, yet I shivered at his touch.
“Let me make you feel good,” he whispered, licking between my breasts. And he did. He continued to make circles with his fingertips, and on every third or fourth swirl, he spread my moisture up to my clit and gave it a few flicks. It wasn’t enough. I needed him to touch me there more, but I wasn’t in charge. Dangling helplessly in his grasp, clinging to his neck, taking the pleasure he was giving me, I most definitely wasn’t in charge. And that was almost as much of a turn-on as his amazing fingers and lips.
He pushed a finger inside of me and I clenched around him, my whole body freezing. After a moment or two I relaxed my muscles as he stroked his finger in and out. And then a second finger. And then his thumb was on my clit.
Arching my back, I groaned. This man was turning my world upside down—literally. The sensations he gave me—his firm lips sucking on my nipple, his strong fingers pumping into and out of me, it was heaven. And hell because I was sure I was going to fall when I came.
I let go of his neck and reached down to the floor to brace myself. “I’ve got you,” he growled. “Just let yourself go.”
And I did. Figuratively, not literally. I gave into the sensations and closed my eyes, my breathing comi
ng in short little gasps.
“That’s it,” he said, pumping his fingers into me harder, swirling them around and then withdrawing and doing it again. And his thumb against my clit—it was almost too much pleasure.
“Oh please…” I said, not sure how to end that sentence. Please stop, please more, please ooh, yes, right there.
“Come for me, baby.”
I was so close. My back arched as I rode his fingers, gasping, crying out. He was stretching me, but I didn’t care. It felt so good to be filled. So good to be connected. So good to have a man who knew what he was doing, playing my body like a violin.
“Oh god, I’m almost—”
“Come!” he commanded. He bit down on my nipple, harder than before, and pinched my clit.
A high-pitched shriek escaped my lips as I exploded into pleasure, thrashing back and forth as I rode out the incredible sensations. He let my nipple slide out of his mouth, but held me tight as I squirmed around on his lap. His fingers came to a rest deep inside of me as I spasmed around him, his thumb still on my clit.
Moaning, I tried to catch my breath. Tried to figure out which way was up. But all I wanted to do was to slide down his legs into a puddle of lust.
Then his fingers withdrew and I groaned at the loss. With both hands around my back, he raised me slowly, the blood rushing back into my head as I slumped against his chest. He patted my back and rubbed the nape of my neck under the wig as I panted against him. My legs were still straddling his, and now that he’d moved the bulk of my skirts aside, I could feel the bulge of his erection pressed against me.
Twitching my hips back and forth, I rubbed against the heat of his hard cock through his pants. He groaned, a deep guttural sound. And then he said my name.
For a moment, I froze, all rational thought gone from my mind. How on earth could he know my real name? “What?” I said stupidly.
“I said, penny for your thoughts.”
Oh. Suddenly, I had enough thoughts for a handful of change. I thought about how much I wanted him. How much I wanted to know more about him. How much I wanted to see him again.
Despite his obvious arousal, he watched my face intently. “Just pick one,” he said, and I laughed. Not sure how he could read me so well in the dim light with half my face covered, but somehow, he could.
“Is this just… two ships passing in the night, so to speak? Or could we maybe…”
“What are you doing next weekend?”
The breath I hadn’t been aware I’d been holding rushed out of my mouth. He wanted to see me again. He knew this was something special, too. Or at least he knew it wasn’t just a one-night stand. Quickly, I ran through my catering schedule for the next week. “I’m free Friday night.”
“No, you’re not,” he said. “You’re going to be very busy Friday night. With me.”
“Mmm… that sounds perfect. But I’m not done being busy with you tonight.”
“Good to know,” he said, cupping my ass, encouraging me to grind up and down, pressing against his erection each time. As he did that, I tilted my head and attacked his neck, kissing my way up toward his strong jaw.
“The curls from that wig tickle,” he said, but it didn’t sound like he wanted me to stop. While I nibbled on his earlobe, I slid my hand down the front of his shirt, sticking my fingers through the gaps between the buttons, feeling his hard muscles underneath. When I reached the fly of his pants, I found more buttons. I supposed Zorro’s tailors didn’t have access to zippers.
My lips had finally worked their way back to his by the time I got his fly open. I plunged my hand inside and he groaned against me before attacking my lips with his. Another maneuver and his cock sprang free, hard and hot, filling my hand and then some. I stroked up and down, feeling it lengthen even more as his tongue pushed inside my mouth.
For a while we remained tangled up together, his arms wrapped around me, my hand on his cock. But when I stroked my hand all the way down the base of his hard length, the tip brushed against my inner thigh and I moaned, shifting my pelvis toward him.
He pulled his head back and fumbled for something at his side. “I think I’d better, ahem, sheath my sword,” he said.
I grinned, moving my hand back so he could put the condom on. And as I waited, grinding against him, something in the back of my mind kept waiting for me to balk. For me to say “Wait, I never rush into things like this.” But the words never came to my lips—because I did want this. It just felt so… right. I couldn’t explain it, but I trusted it. Wanted it. Needed it.
Then he was ready, grabbing me by the hips and positioning me. I pulled my panties aside again, and positioned the tip of his cock against my slit. But when I tried to slide down around his hard length, his strong hands held me steady. Instead, he used his hips to swirl the tip of his cock around my opening, teasing me as he had with his finger before. “Oh please,” I couldn’t help but say.
He chuckled, smirking as he watched my face. “Not just yet, little mouse.”
I groaned and tried to push down again. I needed him to fill me so badly, but he was strong. Really strong. And he kept me hovering over his cock, not letting me sink down onto it.
Okay, so my strength was no match for his, but I had other weapons at my disposal. I needed to make him lose control, and I had an idea of how to do that. Unwrapping my hand from the back of his neck, I brought my index finger to my mouth and licked it, just as I’d licked his finger when we’d been hiding out upstairs.
His eyes followed my finger as I moved it my right breast, circling one nipple, then the other. He adjusted his grasp on my hips but still held me up, so I brought up my other hand and tugged on both nipples at the same time.
Now I definitely had his attention, so I wiggled my hips, desperately trying to feel his cock press into me. But I couldn’t move any farther down, so I stretched my muscles and raised myself up an inch or two. Then I came back down, my breasts bouncing against my cupped hands.
His eyes glazed over but then he blinked rapidly and focused on me. “Do that again.”
I grinned in triumph, but he didn’t see—his gaze had already returned to my chest. Stretching again, I rose up and came down again, cupping and lifting my breasts. This time, he let me slide down another inch and I was rewarded with the feeling of his hardness slipping inside me.
Now it was my turn to groan, my eyes closed in pleasure as I moved up and down on top of him, taking more in each time. Zorro wrapped his arms around me, holding me to him. His lips grazed my ear, as he whispered, “Well played.”
Smiling, I clasped my hands behind his neck as he shifted his hips up to meet me. It felt so damn good. I hadn’t been with a man since my ex-husband. I wasn’t a one-night stand kind of woman, but I didn’t think that’s what this would be. It felt like the beginning of something. Something good.
Raising myself up again, I came down hard on him, enjoying the way he split me open, filled me. His hands ran down my back to my hips again, digging through the fabric until he could grab my ass.
“Hold on,” he said gruffly. And then with his next upward thrust, he stood up, taking me with him. Squealing, I held onto his neck, wrapping my legs around my waist. His cock suddenly was huge inside me—it felt incredible. And his strength was such a turn-on. Maybe he really was Zorro.
I clung to him, still writhing up and down on his hard length while he walked us back toward the wall where he’d kissed me before. When I felt the stucco surface behind me, he kept moving forward, pinning me there as he continued to thrust into me.
“That feels so good,” I moaned.
He winked at me. “Just getting started, babe. You have no idea how much pleasure I can give you.”
Mmm… no, but I wanted to. If this was just the beginning, I couldn’t even imagine what came next. Or maybe I could. Suddenly, the days and nights filled in ahead of me. Brunches on the weekends. Meeting him after my classes. Making love in a bed, not a greenhouse.
But I couldn’t ev
en imagine anything feel better than this did. Right here. Right now. Zorro had one hand on the wall above my head, and cupped my ass with the other as he pumped in and out of me. It felt so damn good.
The tension built inside of me—again. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d come twice, but I would tonight. And it seemed like he was getting close, too. His big palm kneaded my ass while he thrust into me, his low-pitched groans almost drowning out my rapid panting.
“Don’t stop,” I gasped.
“Wasn’t going to,” he said, his breathing every bit as ragged as mine.
“Please—” I couldn’t finish my sentence, but he seemed to understand anyway, increasing his tempo as he pounded into me, nearly pounding me into the wall. The wall could have crashed down behind me and I wouldn’t have cared. I needed to come so badly. But this time I wanted it to be with him.
“Please, I need to… I want you to…”
“You got it,” he grunted, and his hips slammed against my thighs, his cock deep inside me as I clenched around it. I cried out, not caring who heard, not caring that I was screaming in his ear. It felt so damn good I couldn’t help it.
“Fuck yeah,” he rasped as he held himself, his cock pulsing deep inside me. “God, yes.”
Clinging to him, I gasped for breath as wave after wave of pleasure ripped through my body. I almost couldn’t take it, almost couldn’t get enough air into my lungs as I gasped from the sensation.
With a final thrust, he let out a guttural grunt and dropped his head to my shoulder. I wrapped my hands around his head, feeling his silky hair above and below the ties of the mask.
It wasn’t until I slid down the wall that he snapped himself out of our shared post-orgasmic haze. Clutching me tightly, he walked us back over to the bench we’d started on. Then he sat back down, me on his lap, my head on his shoulder, my arms wrapped around him.
We stayed that way for a long time.
Blake
“Wait, now it’s sticking up in the back,” I said, frowning at the ruffled look to her dress. Clearly, I didn’t possess the skill set of your average lady-in-waiting.
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