by Lexi Post
She moaned, her hand rifling through his hair.
Damn. He broke the kiss with effort. At this rate, he’d come before midnight and that would break the Masque. He removed his hand from her delectable backside.
Her eyes widened as he gazed at her. He couldn’t have hidden his raw desire for her even if Father Richard had entered the room. At least there was no chance of that occurring.
“Synn, can’t we start now? It must be almost midnight, isn’t it?”
He hesitated.
Her fingers unbuttoned his shirt and pushed it from his shoulders. Before he could react to that boldness, she had his nipple in her mouth. Her tongue circled and licked, making that part of his anatomy as hard as his dick.
Then she nibbled.
Growling, he picked her up and pushed her back upon the table, lifting her shirt to enjoy the view of her breasts. “You’re bloody perfect.”
Chapter Nine
Perfect? She very much doubted that, but what Synn made her body feel was perfect.
As his mouth descended to her breast, lightning shot from her nipple to her pussy. She wrapped her legs around his waist and rubbed her cunt against his covered cock, the soft material teasing her clit.
The sensation excited and frustrated her at the same time, a scenario Synn seemed adept at. Ready to complain, she opened her mouth, but noticed two people had entered the room, and quickly swallowed her words. She sat up and pulled her shirt down.
Synn turned to face their guests. “Ah, Byron, Annette, I’d like you to meet our hostess.”
Annette had curly red hair, big curves and stood no more than five feet tall. Byron had light-brown hair with long sideburns and a bushy mustache. He was slender but not too tall, maybe her own height. Neither wore masks. Annette was dressed in what could only be called Victorian underwear, a corset and bloomers.
The woman stepped forward, her wild red hair bouncing everywhere and her smile warm. Her bright-green eyes, full of open laughter, had Rena relaxing.
She held her hand out to the ghost. “I’m pleased to meet you.”
Annette leaned forward and gave her a hug. “I be pleased to meet ye. Ye are a beauty to be sure.”
Rena would have argued the point, but Byron stepped forward and took her hand in his. He was dressed much like Synn in tan pants and a loose-fitting shirt. Methodically, he rubbed his thumb across the back of her hand while he spoke. “You are truly a vision. Synn did not exaggerate. It’s an honor to share this room with you.”
It was so much fun to be able to talk to the ghosts now. Byron’s voice was not deep, but neither was it loud. Did he say share?
Synn crowded her, forcing Byron to let go. “I must change the rooms.” He lifted her off the table and guided her to a wingback chair. “Wait here. I will return presently.”
He had a silent communication with Byron as he left, but Rena couldn’t tell what it meant, nor did she have time to ponder the puzzle. Annette bounced over and sat on the arm of her chair. “Tell me, Rena. Do ye not find Synn deadly handsome?”
Annette’s voice was loud and rough. Rena had to lean to the side of the chair to face the woman. “I wouldn’t say it in quite those terms, but yes. He is very attractive.”
The woman wiggled her brows. “Ye are a lucky woman. I’d love to get into his pantaloons, but he has no interest in me. Still, Byron isn’t a bad male specimen either. But ye’ll be able to judge for yerself. At least Byron doesn’t have that nasty black mark on his chest.”
She had wondered at that mark as she had played with Synn’s nipple, but the tightening of his pectoral muscle beneath her touch and distracted her from asking about it.
“Have ye ever had sex with another woman?”
“What?” Rena stared at Annette.
The woman brushed her riotous curls away from her eyes. “Have you ever had sex with another woman? It’s amazing how great it can be, even without a cock between ye, though that can happen in the Violet Room. There is something about knowing what makes a woman tick that makes it so good. Then again, if ye train a man well, ye can have the best of both worlds.”
She didn’t know what to say. Sure, she’d seen that on one of her porn movies, but to hear someone rave about it was a completely different perspective. “Have you experienced all the colored rooms and is there one you like best? Have you experienced the Black Room?”
Annette jumped off the arm of the chair. “My but ye be a curious one. Aye, I have experienced them all including the Black Room, but the Green Room be my favorite. I think ye enjoyed that one too.”
At Annette’s wink, Rena heated. Were all the ghosts so blunt? She’d have to ask Synn. As if on cue with her thoughts, a rumbling noise started in the room. The two billiard tables came together, their common side disappearing to make one large surface. Walls turned to reveal beds the size of two California kings, and she had a suspicion this may well be the Orgy Room, if there was such a room. Based on the sex journal, where pictures were drawn of multiple couples in the midst of intercourse, she’d guessed it happened in one of the rooms. She wasn’t ready for an orgy and her excitement dimmed.
No sooner had the noise ceased than Synn entered the room. She loved his walk. He always seemed to have a purpose and strode with confidence. That made her more comfortable for some reason. Maybe after they finished the rooms, they could continue as lovers. What would it be like to make love in her bed, alone? She was definitely interested in more than three more nights of Synn.
He stopped next to her and put his hand on her shoulder. As he looked at her, she noticed that strange mixture in his eyes of fear and desire. What did he desire that scared him?
“Rena, it’s time. Are you ready?”
She nodded, though still unsure, but willing to keep an open mind, to see where her own limits were.
He smiled that rare, genuine smile. “Then up you go.” He scooped her up and set her in the middle of the billiard table. After depositing her, he stood back and unbuttoned his pantaloons.
Not much for foreplay was he?
At the sight of his hard cock springing free, her whole body tightened. Maybe foreplay was overrated. She wasn’t sure what occurred in this room, but she planned to have herself some of that cock.
Byron watched indulgently as Annette ran to the other side of the table and jumped on it. She waved Rena toward her. “Come on, Rena. It’s time to show these men what they’ve got.” Annette laughed and pulled her substantial breasts out and over the top of her corset.
Rena grinned. It was impossible not to, with Annette’s carefree exuberance.
“Rena.” Synn drew her attention back to him. He still stood with his pants unbuttoned and his cock exposed. “Will you show me what you have as well?”
He knew all her parts, especially after having sex in the library, but his excited gaze made her reluctant to disappoint him. She glanced at Annette who lifted her breasts by her nipples and winked. When Rena glanced back at Synn, she found his eyes on Annette.
Oh, no. He needed to be looking at her. She rose to her feet, the felt surface of the billiard table felt smooth against her soles.
Annette had taken off her bloomers and now spun around with her arms thrown wide, her generous breasts bouncing up and down, her bare, substantial ass jiggling with her movements. Her free abandon showed off her substantial assets well.
Rena looked at her t-shirt. Not exactly sexy clothing. She worried the end of it with her hand. What could she do to show off her assets? She peeked at Synn for help when she noticed his gaze locked on her fingers. While jiggling was one way to attract a man’s attention, she could use a slower approach.
Facing Annette, she turned her back on Synn and she spread her legs apart. Glancing over her shoulder, she released the breath she held when Synn’s eyes remained riveted to the back of her thighs and not on Annette. Slowly, keeping her legs straight, she bent forward until she touched the velvet softness of the table with her hands. Looking between her legs at S
ynn’s face, her insides somersaulted.
He had his cock in hand as he stared at her pussy. The cool air of the room brushed her folds and her inner passage tightened. Synn’s need for her gave her confidence. Making up her moves as she went, she bent her knees and then straightened them again. Synn’s gaze did not waver an inch, but his hand stroked his cock. The idea that she could make him come by performing for him was too tempting.
She lifted her torso until it was parallel to the table, pulled her shirt over her head and threw it to the side. She bent low again and picked up the pool stick that leaned against the table. Standing, she turned and faced Synn, pulling the stick against her body, between her breasts. With the cue for balance, she squatted.
Her insides shook with excitement, her pussy wet, and for the first time since meeting Synn, she wasn’t anxious for it to be filled. This was for him.
His hand continued to stroke as she stood straight again.
Angling the stick, she brushed it across her nipples, surprised at how sensitive they’d become. She kept her gaze on his face as she moved the stick back between her legs and let it press against her engorged pussy.
Synn’s eyes narrowed. His excitement evident, he held his cock in check, but she wanted him to lose his control.
Slowly, she rubbed the stick back and forth along her folds, careful not to touch her clit. If she did, the show would be over. She squatted, spreading her knees, allowing Synn a better view.
Though Synn had stepped from his pants, he remained with his hand firmly around his cock as if refusing to let himself come, while she grew hotter and hotter. The stick slid against her opening. Her instinct took over and she let the smooth surface rub against her clit. Back and forth the smooth wood rubbed. Unable to stay silent any longer, Rena moaned.
Within a second of that sound, Synn jumped upon the table, the cue stick flying through the air as he lay on his back. “Ride.”
Without hesitation, she knelt over him and speared herself upon his cock until he was deep within her. She’d never had a man this deep before. He clamped his hands upon her hips and gritted his teeth. “Wait.”
She didn’t mind, as her body adjusted to him, but as she waited, impaled, her pussy swelled and her clit pulsed. Synn’s steady pressure to keep her still affected her as much as if he pumped into her.
Annette caught her attention as she climbed onto Byron next to them. She pushed her pussy onto his cock and looked at Rena. “Shall we ride, my lady?” Annette’s laughter filled the room.
Synn’s hands fell away and Rena lifted an eyebrow at him.
He grinned. “This is considered sharing. Can you give them another show?”
That was a challenge if she ever heard one. Tweaking both Synn’s nipples, she placed her hands on his chest and took a leisurely ride up and down his cock. By the set of his lips, he strained not to come. She wanted him to come, to lose his damn control, but Annette’s moans were distracting, and she found herself watching the woman and Byron as much as she slid onto Synn. Wanting control herself, she sat straight up to gasp for air, but his cock slid so deep, it took the wind from her.
She slid up and down him again in her new position. His tip touched her core and sent waves of pressure through her, readying her. While Annette slammed into Byron, Rena continued her leisurely pace until Synn’s fingers on her clit took all her attention. He rubbed her as she moved, and soon she slammed as hard as Annette, her body tightening around Synn’s cock. It pressed into her and filled her until she exploded. Her orgasm flooding around him as his hips lifted.
Synn’s moans echoed in her ears, converging with his orgasm inside her.
The sensation of his cum, shooting deep into her, kept her own orgasm pulsing until finally she lay upon his chest, spent. He stroked her hair for a moment. He’d never done that before and she liked it. They had such an active sexual relationship and yet, there was limited intimacy. Was that why Synn only had sex in the colored rooms? To avoid intimacy?
When he dropped his hand to the side, she understood his message. Sitting up on his hips, she glanced at Annette. The woman was plastered to Byron’s chest while he stroked her ass and smiled. Rena smiled too. Annette’s joy in her sexual freedom was contagious. Not that Rena could ever be quite that free, but watching Annette enjoying herself so openly, made her…happy.
She returned her gaze to Synn. He mouthed the words “thank you” before he sat up, catching her to him. He lifted her off him and set her on the table. Jumping down, he handed her her t-shirt. She turned it right-side out and wondered at how quickly he redressed her, yet always left the rooms naked.
She looked forward to him carrying her upstairs and putting her to bed. Stuffing her arms in her sleeves while he waited, she pulled the shirt over her head.
What she beheld as her face cleared the neckline froze her blood. “Synn, look out!”
He turned to face an angry Eric, sword in hand and descending upon him. Synn put his hands up to ward off the blow, but the sword hit empty air before crashing against the stone floor.
Synn must have dropped to the ground. Rena leaned over the side of the billiard table. He wasn’t there.
His voice came from behind her. “And what did you hope to accomplish with that, Eric?”
She turned. Did he roll under the table and come up on the other side?
Eric walked toward Synn, while Annette and Byron scrambled to where Rena sat.
“I know I can’t kill you, but does our lovely hostess know that?” He struck at Synn again with the sword. It had to be from the Civil War based on its shape. Where did Eric find it and why did he want to hurt Synn?
Synn sidestepped the sharp weapon, but she could see a new tension in his face.
“Eric, this is not the time for your games.”
Eric continued to advance, stalking Synn. “Of course it is. This may not be the game room, but billiards is certainly a game. Multi-couple orgies are certainly a game, though you didn’t really play fair.” He swung again, and Synn lunged to the side to avoid the strike.
Synn smirked. “We were just leaving, so you can enjoy this room as you wish.”
Eric’s rage surfaced and his face turned skeletal. “With whom? Whom can I enjoy this with? No one wants what I offer and you insist on everyone being willing.”
Obviously, there was a long-standing issue between the two men and it was clear Eric wasn’t going to stop striking at Synn because of it. If Eric didn’t have the sword in his hand, Rena would sit all night and learn all she could, but no one threatened her lover. As Eric stalked along her side of the billiard table, she adjusted her position.
“So, Synn, are you going to tell our lovely hostess all about your place in our world?” He slashed forward again and Rena took the opportunity and jumped on his back. His momentum combined with her weight took him down.
“What the devil?” He grasped her arms and rolled on top of her.
Not quite what she had planned.
Synn stepped toward them to intervene, but Eric pulled the sword from above her head and tucked it under her chin. “Tch, tch, tch. I wouldn’t come any closer or I might accidentally send our pretty hostess to the other side.”
Her stomach clenched and her visit to the graveyard rushed through her mind. She glanced at Annette and Byron, both of whom appeared incredibly concerned about her, considering they’d just met. She glanced at Synn and then wished she hadn’t. His face was taut, his hands in fists and his body hard with restrained anger. She almost pitied Eric, but then again, since he was a ghost and already dead, what good would it do for Synn to beat him to a pulp?
Eric sneered at Synn, but he was shaking. He wasn’t as unaffected by Synn’s stance as he wanted them to believe. Maybe she could use that.
“Now, Synn. If you want this pretty thing to walk away in one piece, you need only do one small thing for me.”
“What?” The single word sent between gritted teeth made Eric shake a bit more, but he continued anyw
ay.
“I want you to disappear.”
Rena wanted to laugh. Why would Synn leave while she was held hostage? Eric wasn’t very smart. When Synn didn’t say anything, she risked a peek at him. His entire demeanor had deflated. Didn’t he know it never worked to give in to the criminal’s demands?
Synn’s deep voice screamed of capitulation. “And then you will let her go?”
Oh, please. “No, Synn. Stay where you are.” She stared Eric in his pitch-black eyes. “Get off me, you thug.”
Surprised, he stopped shaking, but he ignored her and addressed Synn. “Yes, I will let her go if you dematerialize.”
De-what? Rena looked at Synn. His face showed no emotion, but sorrow and defeat radiated off him in waves.
And then he vanished.
She blinked. He still wasn’t there. She glanced around the room, Eric’s loosening hold making it easy to see Synn was gone. And just as suddenly, Synn scooped her into his arms.
“What?” It couldn’t be. What she witnessed was a magician’s trick. An illusion. It wasn’t that Synn was a…but if he was, then…
Synn didn’t hesitate but strode from the room, Eric’s laughter following them as they passed through the Green and Purple Rooms. In the Blue Room she found her voice again. “You’re a ghost too.”
He didn’t look at her, but his muscles tensed beneath her as if she’d hit him. Still, he continued to her room.
If he was a ghost, then that meant she cared for a person who had died long ago? At that thought, she squirmed in earnest. He let her feet drop once he crossed the threshold to her room.
She whirled on him. “You lied to me! You made me believe you were alive.” She hurt inside because of his betrayal, because of her growing feelings for him, because… “Oh God, get out!”
He shook his head and grabbed her in a viselike grip. “No. First, you must listen to me.”