Masked Kiss

by Christine Rains

  “I really am sorry about that.” She stepped outside into the humid night with me. The bag with her video game winnings rustled. “I knew if I didn’t take my chance, you probably would’ve won the game.”

  “Okay.” What else was I supposed to say? Had she just followed me out to apologize and soothe her conscience?

  “I really do mean it. You’re fucking good. Thanks for helping me. Do you play in a lot of pro games?”

  My brows furrowed. Flattery? Geez, she didn’t need to stroke my ego after apologizing. But, man, her breasts bounced a little as she walked. Don’t stare, don’t stare. “Nah. I just play for fun.”

  “Damn.” Nat shook her head. “I’m trying to break into the pro circuit. I’ve done some amateur tournaments, but getting your name on a pro list is like trying to defeat Weapon. Tomorrow’s League of Legends tournament is my in. If I win that, I’ll get my foot in the door.”

  She’d reached another level of hotness. Did I really want to question her motives? Well, she wanted to be a pro gamer. She’d had to kill me off when she got the chance. I couldn’t blame her for it, and I hadn’t cared whether I won or not. She had apologized and thanked me, too. Maybe I was adding too much bitchiness to her actions.

  “I have a ticket for that game too.” It was going to be a clusterfuck. Totally awesome.

  “Cool. I look forward to kicking your ass again.” Nat grinned and playfully bumped against my side.

  “Again?” I nudged her back.

  “Okay, this time I won’t shoot you when you’re standing there staring at my boobs.”

  Nat laughed as my face heated. I hadn’t thought I was being so obvious.

  Her laugh jostled and turned into a donkey hiccup. She heehawed a few times before linking her arm through mine.

  It was the sort of laugh I would have least expected from a pretty girl, and so wonderfully nerdy. I chuckled, getting a tickle of a feeling that meant I was falling for her. Silly as it sounded—we didn’t even know each other—but I couldn’t shake the connection I felt with her.

  Does she feel it too?

  “I’ll be sure to keep my eyes on the screen next time.” I smiled as we walked along. Me, taking a stroll with a booth babe at one of the biggest gaming conventions in the world.

  “Let’s grab a shake from Steak & Shake and go back to my room to check out my loot.” Nat tugged me to the right, onto the street that led to the black-and-white diner.

  Her loot. Hell, yes. Erotic images flashed through my mind. I ached all the way down through my balls.

  No, no. She didn’t suggest anything of the sort. Be good. Get to know her.

  We got our shakes, talked about games and laughed. It was as if we’d known each other for years. I’d never hung out with a girl like her. Yeah, her body and especially her mouth were distracting, but I was playing the paladin well. I was a god of restraint.

  Nat dumped her winnings onto the bed. She had her own room, which had clothes everywhere and a Nintendo DS on the bedside table. A girl after my own heart.

  She kicked off her shoes as she sorted through the games. Her giggles were like those of a kid on Christmas morning. I didn’t know whether to sit or help, so I just stood to the side and let her do her thing. She had the sweetest ass. I hoped my smile didn’t look too goofy.

  Finally she held up three video games. “You have these? I already own them.”

  Whoa. Now she was offering me free games. Could a guy swoon? “Um, no, I don’t have them. Thanks.” Act cool. Don’t drool on her. “So are these my consolation prize for getting shot in the head after helping you?”

  Nat laughed again, covering her mouth as the donkey claxon honked. She dropped the games and leaned in to me, wrapping her arms around my middle. Her chuckles disappeared and a sly smile tilted up her lips. “No. I thought maybe I could offer up something else for that.”

  Does she mean what I think she means? Holy fuck. “Uh, well, I don’t want you to feel like you have to do anythin—”

  She snorted and pressed her body to mine. Her breath was sweet, milky strawberries. “I don’t do anything I don’t want to do. Even if you’d somehow managed to kick my ass in the game, I would still have invited you back to my room.”

  “I could’ve kicked your ass.” Yup, smooth sexy talk. I swallowed hard.

  “Yeah, and that makes you even hotter.” Nat stood on her toes and nudged her nose against mine. “You’re such a sweet guy.”

  “Thanks, and you’re nice too.” I really needed to improve my sweet-talking skills. I kept rolling low numbers. Thankfully she didn’t move away, so I hadn’t rolled a critical failure.

  With a small laugh, she kissed me. “Mmm, chocolate.”

  I slipped my arms around her, resting my hands just above her rear. “And strawberries.”

  “Sweet.” Nat kissed me again, longer and with a teasing flick of her tongue. “But right now, I want you to be bad.”

  Last night had been the naughtiest I’d ever been. Anonymous oral sex in a conference room. We were in a hotel room this time. And I could see her face. Her dilated eyes and flushed cheeks. My God, I’d have done anything for her at that moment.

  “I can be bad.” I eased my hands down to squeeze her butt and mashed my mouth to hers. No teasing kiss. I wanted to show her how much I needed her.

  There was an echoing round of laughter in the back of my head. My friends all chortling about me being bad. Maybe I would never be that arrogant, leather-jacket-wearing bad boy, but I wasn’t afraid to get my hands dirty. Or get down and dirty with a hot woman.

  Fuck. I didn’t have any condoms. I wanted to fall to my knees like Charlton Heston in Planet of the Apes and scream at the universe.

  Probably sensing my agony, Nat gave my earlobe a tug. “What’s wrong?”

  “I don’t have a condom. I’m sorry. I could run out—”

  “Don’t you dare go anywhere.” She held me tighter. “I have a pack in my bag somewhere. We’re good.”

  My first thought was to wonder why she had condoms in her bag. Did she do this often? Did I want to be with a woman who had a lot of sex with guys she just met? Squashing that high-horse moralizing, I told myself just to be happy she had protection. Now we could…

  Holy hell. I was going to have sex with a booth babe gamer chick.

  My erection threatened to pop my jeans if I didn’t free it soon.

  Kissing down her neck, I nipped at her skin. I dragged my teeth along it after hearing her moan. She slid her hands under my T-shirt and explored with light caresses.

  Bad. Be bad. Damn, it was harder to do than I’d thought. But I had the best motivation!

  I slapped her tight rear and reached to grab her thighs. I lifted her against me as I kissed her. Our tongues clashed and twisted together. The best-tasting kiss I’ve ever had. I turned her so that she was forced against the bed and lowered her onto it, pinning her under my body as I swatted games off the duvet.

  I ground down against her and she wound her legs around me. I pushed off my shoes with my feet and brought my legs up farther, pushing hers higher. The heat from her core called to me. I had to be inside her. Clothes needed to be off. Now.

  Backing up, I lifted her hoodie. Her skin was even silkier. I kissed over her abdomen and up as I pushed the shirt over her breasts. A simple black bra encased the luscious orbs. No obnoxious lingerie. I liked her even more for it.

  Nat helped me take off her hoodie as I ravaged her breasts with kisses and nips. I toyed with her hard nipples through the material of her bra before coaxing them out of the cups. Sucking on one nub, I fiddled about until I found the hook at the back. It was a wonder that any male managed to figure out how to take those things of at all in the heat of the moment.

  I rubbed my face against her breasts, loving the softness and her clean scent. Nat removed my glasses, which allowed me to wallow even more. Her heart thumped hard and fast, a sound nearly as arousing as her wanton groans.

  My T-shirt came off next.
When she attempted to pull my face away from her chest, I resisted. Be naughty, Josh. Nat wasn’t a vanilla sex type of girl.

  “Uh-uh.” I shook my head and kissed down to tickle her navel with my tongue.

  “Come on.” Her voice wavered between a whimper and a command.

  I jerked open her jeans and peeled them off but left her panties. Black underwear with the Jolly Roger on the front. Hot.

  I rubbed her through her panties with one hand, the wetness starting to soak through. Nat growled my name and I grinned. Look how wet she is for me. No anonymous fling in a dimly lit room like last time. She’s hot for dorky me.

  I freed my erection and nearly stumbled as I stepped out of my jeans. Lego Batman dashed across my boxers chasing a cackling Joker. Yup, nerdy.

  And about to bury myself in a hot gamer chick.

  I brushed the head of my cock along her inner thigh. A smear of precum left a slick trail. When she went to grab for my shaft, I trapped her hand against the bed.

  “Patience,” I teased, more for me than her. How I hadn’t come already was a mystery.

  Nat moaned as I swept my erection over her groin. I didn’t linger there. Too much temptation for me. Instead I crawled up on the bed and straddled her body so I could nestle my hard member between her breasts.

  Cupping one boob, I circled the head of my penis around her nipple. My cock throbbed a deeper red than the rosiness of her nub.

  She bent her head to lash her tongue across the tip of my erection. As her tongue darted in and out again, I slipped my hand into her panties and played with her pussy. So juicy. Like the fruit of the gods. And I was not beyond worshiping her as a goddess at that moment.

  A few more passes of her tongue, and I needed to fuck her. “Condoms. Where are they?”

  “In my bag. Let me get them.” She pushed her hips hard against my hand, then slid out from under me. My cock and hand both suddenly felt cold without the warmth of her mouth and pussy.

  Nat bent over and rummaged through her bag. Her sweet ass was so wonderfully tight and round. The Jolly Roger needed to go. I wanted her bare from head to toe.

  I eased off the bed and stepped behind her, hooking my fingers over the elastic of her underwear. She didn’t move her position and gave a tantalizing little wiggle. I pulled down her panties and let them drop past her knees. Not hesitating, I plunged two fingers into her.

  Holding her hip, I moved my hand fast. She gasped and groaned, stepping out of her panties to spread her legs wider. The musky scent of her sex chased away the sweetness of milkshakes. But the cream coating my fingers was definitely so much better.

  I found my rhythm and reached around her body with my other hand to feel about for her clit. I rubbed it just as vigorously, and her body tightened. How fast could I make her come? And how many times? That was a quest I was more than eager to take on.

  My hard member twitched against her behind as I pleasured her. The thought of doing her doggy-style made it hurt with desire.

  Nat came with a gurgling cry and slapped a hand against mine to stop its movements. “Fuck. Enough. I want you now.”

  I released her as she turned around and kissed me madly. Teeth clinked once, but I barely noticed the bump as she tore open the condom wrapper. The crinkling was my victory music. Thinking enough to do away with my boxers and socks, I made sure my mouth didn’t leave hers no matter how sloppy some of the kisses became.

  She rolled the rubber on and thankfully it numbed a little bit of sensation. It might be enough to make me last longer than ten seconds!

  “On your back. I want to ride you.” Nat pushed me back toward the bed.

  “Now if I were still playing bad, I’d toss you on there and do you the way I want.” That was the toughest thing I could think to say, eh? Well, I supposed I should been glad I could talk at all.

  I palmed her pussy, spreading her wetness around.

  “Every way is the way you want.” And truer words were never spoken by a girl! She forced me onto my back on the bed and straddled me. “I want to feel every inch of that gorgeous curve. And the best way is to ride you.”

  A shudder went through me as if I’d just climaxed from her words.

  And, oh God, then she mounted me. She took me deep, all the way, and groaned as a small smile lit up her face. “Oh yeah. Love it.”

  I wanted to say something, anything, but I couldn’t get out anything other than a groan. I kneaded her thighs as she rode me. Long strokes that grew faster with every second. Her breasts bounced and her eyes fluttered closed. So beautiful.

  Nat braced herself with her hands on my chest. She ground down as I followed her pace, thrusting up. No sensations were lost, not even with the condom on. I was fucking lost to her.

  My sac tightened. I wanted to keep looking at her, to sear that stunning image into my mind forever, but my face scrunched up as I cried out. So close.

  Nothing in my life had ever felt so good. She had all of me in that moment.

  I came with another cry. Spurt after spurt gushed into the rubber.

  Nat let loose, cursing and moaning in turn. Her tight walls spasmed around me and milked every last drop. Her hips jerked and she dug her fingers into my chest. The sting was nothing compared to the ecstasy.

  My penis had started to soften when she tumbled to the right and stretched out on the bed. She kissed my shoulder. “Fucking awesome.”

  “Can I put that on my resume?” I grinned.

  She laughed that donkey laugh and lightly kneed my leg. “I’ll have to get seconds on that before you can use me as a reference.” She playfully tweaked my nipple. “How about we battle Pokemon and whoever wins gets to be on top?”

  This girl was perfect.

  “You’re on.”

  Chapter Three

  Geek boy problem #47: The geek girl of your dreams runs off, and you trip over your Dungeons & Dragons books trying to stop her.

  I marveled at how perfectly her ass cheeks cradled my erection. Snuggling against her, my morning wood throbbed for more attention. I’d pulled the reins on it, enjoying just spooning Nat. My hot little gamer chick.

  She slept on even as I caressed her and kissed the Triforce tattoo on her upper right shoulder. I’d missed seeing it the first time I’d seen her naked because…well, it was more than obvious why. Her sexy bits had distracted me. They still did. I couldn’t stop touching her.

  I nuzzled her neck as I pressed more firmly against her. Her long hair tickled my nose and smelled like a tropical island. The underlying scent of sex mingled with it.

  There was no reason we ever had to leave this bed. Okay, maybe to go to the bathroom and eat. But those two needs seemed unnecessary right then. Nat alone was enough. Hokey as that sounded, nothing else in the world mattered at that moment.

  I dipped my hand between her legs and stroked the teeny patch of pubic hair. So soft.

  Nat moaned softly and squirmed against me. She shifted her upper leg, and I slithered a finger farther down. Warm and moist. All of me wanted to be nestled in there.

  With a slow and gentle rhythm, I ran my finger around her clit. The ultimate toggle. I ground against her the same way, my shaft sawing between the soft cheeks of her rear end. I couldn’t get enough of her. She was more addictive than Candy Crush.

  “Mmm, yes.” Nat had that sleepy and sexy low growl to her voice.

  I reached behind me to the bedside table and nabbed a condom. Not wanting to move any more than that, I held the package between my teeth and ripped it open. I plucked out the rubber and tossed the empty wrapper to the floor.

  Rolling the condom on, I directed my cock under her ass to sink between her labia. The curve of my penis served me well in that position. She grew wetter as I rubbed against her and kissed over her neck and shoulder.

  My morning wood had no patience. I grabbed her upper leg and lifted it enough that I could thrust into her. Both of us gasped, and I held myself inside her for a few seconds before I started a quick pace. So tight a
nd hot.

  Our bodies slapped together, accompanied by the delicious sounds of her wetness. I groaned and closed my eyes. I could imagine Nat as my girlfriend, us sharing a bed every night and having awesome sex after playing games together.

  I murmured her name and fucked her faster yet. Nat reached around to grab my hip, digging her fingers in, and muffled her moans against her pillow.

  Harder and deeper. Fuck, yes. My testes rose.

  I came with a strangled cry and fell out of her before my cock finished spasming.

  “More, more!” Nat pleaded, writhing against me.

  Swiftly I covered her drenched pussy with my hand. My fingers dipped inside as my palm rubbed her clit. No mercy. I wanted her to come fast and hard.

  A minute later, she jerked and shuddered. I eased off but kept stroking her luscious pussy.

  “That’s the best way to wake up.” I laid a kiss just behind her ear.

  “Mmm.” Nat lingered under my attentions until she stretched her arms up and opened her eyes. She burst out of the bed. “Shit! I’m late!”

  “What?” I blinked and sat up as she ran into the bathroom.

  Nat let out another string of curses that would make even the most fanatical GTA player blush. The shower came on, and I slid out of bed. With a tissue, I removed the condom from my limp member and tossed it into the trash.

  I entered the bathroom and smirked. I’d never had sex in the shower before. And I looked at her, slick and glistening. Like a water nymph.

  “I can’t believe you let me sleep in this fucking long!” Nat yelled as she hurriedly washed herself with a black loofah.

  I lost my breath. It was as if the Hulk had slammed a fist into my gut. “Uh, I didn’t know you had to be anywhere.”

  “I have to be at the booth. You knew I was working this weekend!” Nat chucked the loofah at the tiled wall and switched off the water. She grumbled as she snatched a towel from the rack.

  Damn, she was gorgeous even when angry. Her dark eyes flashed and she showed a bit of her teeth. No nymph. A warrior woman. She could take out Xena with one arm tied behind her back. I pitied the…