“You two have a great night, eh?”
Andrew laughed and handed Lily into the foyer of the hotel.
“I intend to, Tom. I certainly intend to.”
Lily glared at him but Tom laughed jovially at them both. Andrew smiled and retook her hand, placing a soft kiss on her chin, the only area of skin, other than her mouth, exposed by her mask.
“Tom is a nice guy. He didn’t mean anything by his comment.”
Lily’s face split into a grin. “I know; I was just teasing.”
They both nodded to the concierge, also covered in beads and streamers. Balloons floated everywhere in the foyer. An extremely loud party could be seen and heard from the conference room. Shouts and music and whistles being blown all leaked out into the main hotel space.
Hurrying them over to the elevators, Andrew pressed the call button and felt relief when a door opened immediately. Under normal circumstances, he wouldn’t have minded taking Lily and joining the main party for another hour or so but he was hard as a rock and far too eager to begin their own little party to want to postpone it even a minute longer.
As the doors closed behind them, Andrew turned them both gently so they looked into the reflective surface of the back of the elevator. Lily looked excited and flushed behind her beautiful mask. Her eyes glittered, a strange light brown color that could be amber, or maybe it was simply the light in the elevator. Behind the satin blue mask it seemed hard to tell.
Enjoying their first moments alone together, Andrew placed his hands gently on her shoulders, holding her against his hard body. He saw a slight flush creep up her neck and, looking into the mirror, began his seduction.
Chapter Four
Lily looked at her reflection in the elevator and found she had trouble breathing correctly. This man, Andrew, her highwayman, seemed familiar somehow. She couldn’t pin it down—a part of her didn’t even want to pin down how she seemed to know him. She felt caught up in the fantasy, lost in the colors and dazzle of the carnival atmosphere.
Thankfully, they were alone in the elevator and, as she watched the reflection of Andrew’s hand caress down her shoulder and around to her partially exposed breast, she felt her heart beat faster. She could feel his breath, warm across her ear, as he inhaled the mingled scent of her shampoo and perfume. He seemed to breathe it deeply inside him as his hand flicked over where her erect nipple stood just under her thin layer of silk.
He caressed the hard point, once, then twice. Lily leaned back into his body, warm and solid behind her. She reached back, her eyes closed to the bliss his hand created, and pulled his ass closer, so they ground together. Her hand squeezed, testing the strength of his ass cheek, strong and solid like the rest of him.
He groaned into her ear, a hoarse, almost desperate sound.
“Andrew,” she panted, needing more of him, “I hope you plan to do more than just feel the silk of my dress.”
As if her taunting him gave him permission, he groaned again, blindly reached out across the small elevator and pressed the red “stop” button. The elevator jerked to a stop and, obviously knowing they only had a few minutes at best, dipped his hand beneath the bodice of her dress to touch the creamy swell of her breast.
While not overly large, her breasts were a handful and Andrew didn’t seem to have any complaints about them. Lily arched up, never having even considered something as naughty as making out in a stopped elevator before. It had a ring of wicked to it, knowing sooner or later security would ring them and ask if everything was okay.
When he flicked her nipple, making her gasp with the sensation, she lost her train of thought. Arching into his hand, Lily felt the dampness between her legs and she ground back onto his erection, straining the black pants he wore. The seconds ticked by and Lily could feel herself heating up more.
Just as Lily turned into him, deciding to raise the stakes of the game by touching some of his hot spots, Andrew reached out once more and pressed the stop button, letting the elevator continue its rise to their floor.
In a few seconds the elevator dinged and the doors slowly opened.
Blinking, feeling as if she were waking from a dream, Lily smiled as Andrew hastily removed his hand and smoothed down the front of her dress. Looking left and right, he took her hand again and led her away from the elevator.
The muted sound of music came from a few of the rooms but, by and large, the corridor was silent. Lily listened carefully, only hearing the odd muted sound, almost completely suppressed. If she hadn’t been listening so carefully she would have missed it altogether. Lovely to know most sounds are dulled in these rooms. They’re obviously well insulated, she thought.
Standing outside room 403, Andrew dug into his pocket and produced a key card. Opening the door, he stood back and waved her in. Lily could see a chink of light where Andrew had obviously left one of the lamps on to have some light in the room.
“After my lady,” he grinned.
Tilting her chin, Lily regally swept into the room. Continuing over to the window, she looked down upon the still avidly partying streets of New Orleans, and dimly registered the thud of the door shutting behind them.
She heard Andrew cross the room after her. There was a slight clink as he dropped keys and the keycard onto the side table. Lily heard his footsteps cross the carpet and then he pressed himself against her, much as they had been in the elevator.
He reached inside her bodice once more, taking the same breast in his hand, and toyed with the nipple again.
“Would you like a drink of something?” he huskily murmured in her ear, absently caressing her breast and nipple.
Lily saw their reflection in the window, not as clearly as the mirror in the elevator, but still there against the black of the night and the small amount of light given off by the lamp. The erotic possibilities for the night ahead danced in her head, a feast before the starving.
She swallowed, arching into his touch as the sensations overwhelmed her. The night held endless possibilities.
Chapter Five
Andrew tried to swallow a moan, to clear his throat, anything to clear his head as passion overtook him. Lily’s breasts were perfect. An easy handful, firm and round with delicious nipples one could suck forever. He felt his mouth water at the thought of playing with these beauties for a whole week.
Over the last few months, dreaming and fantasizing about how he would get Lily into his bed, not in his wildest fantasies had he pictured a hotel room in the middle of the Mardi Gras and a large window looking out into the world.
He smiled, amused at the twists of Fate.
Bending over her, nibbling her shoulder as he began to unbutton her blue silk dress, he decided to tease her, as she had unwittingly teased and tempted him for so many weeks back at work.
“No drink…” she panted as he eased the silk from her shoulders.
He paused for a moment, remembering he had offered her a drink in the attempt to forget his aching cock.
He smiled against her soft skin, letting his curved lips show her without words his amusement. He continued removing the delicate silk of her dress. When he eased the bodice down her chest, it sat, pooled at her waist, and he returned his hands to cup her breasts, as they had itched to do forever.
“Place your hands upon the glass, Lily.”
Hands cupping her breasts, watching over her shoulder, he blindly looked out the window. Watching their reflection, he tried to memorize the details. His much larger body standing behind Lily’s half-naked perfection. High up as they were, as well as still masked, he felt it highly unlikely anyone would recognize them, let alone be able to watch them.
He felt a thrill when Lily obeyed his command. He smiled. While never having entertained dominant fantasies, he certainly wouldn’t mind being master of Lily every now and then. Maybe he could test the waters.
“You ever have submissive fantasies, Lily?”
Lily swallowed and for a split second her mind flashed back to the fantasy she ha
d seen when she first put the mask on. A highwayman holding her hands above her head and taking her, the feeling of his body pressing into hers, the tender yet rough way he thrust inside her. She had been more than willing but he took her nevertheless.
While she wouldn’t consider it a “submissive” fantasy as such, the new thought of being taken by this man, of having his much larger body over and under her, had definite appeal. Even so, the desire was new enough she didn’t feel comfortable admitting to it just yet.
She looked into the window to stare at Andrew’s reflection.
“Not really,” Lily answered his curious question. He had watched her as she had stared into the distance, a slight flush creeping over her flesh. He had a feeling her mind had been cast back to something he had said and, from the dilation in her pupils and the quickening in her breathing, it had been something erotically stimulating she had been thinking of.
Before he could probe deeper into the issue, she had continued. “I’m not into pain or anything but a strong man, an alpha man, is almost always a turn-on, no matter what a woman says.”
Andrew smiled. He could tell now she was telling the truth, but not the whole truth. That suited him just fine. He wasn’t into bondage—he wasn’t even sure he would know how to perform it safely if she had asked—but being dominating in an alpha manner, he was more than used to.
Deciding to seduce her first, he began to play with her nipples once more. He used his mask as a tool, letting his close-shaven cheek and soft lips caress her shoulder, her neck, her exposed skin and the slightly rougher edge of the mask to counteract that softness of his flesh. The play between soft lips and cheek and the harder edge of the mask seemed to work as her breath came harder and faster in pants.
“Look out into the world, Lily. Everyone is partying, having a grand old time. Lovers old and new are meeting, getting acquainted, playing that strange game of two animals coming to mate.”
He continued to caress her skin; he could hardly believe how satin soft it felt. In the last hour or so, he had become a dedicated breast man. Lily’s breasts seemed to be so much more responsive than any other set he could remember.
The nipples were a pale pink color, long and so easily peaked. He couldn’t help but tweak them, watching her back arch in pleasure and her mouth open on a long moan. He loved to play with her breasts and nipples, letting the weight of the globes sit in his hands, thumbs caressing the erect nipples.
As he spoke softly, continued to explain the different sights they could see outside the window, he played with her lovingly, kneading and using a gentle force to spike her desire higher.
He wanted her hot and ready, prepared for his penetration but, more than that he wanted her to be anticipating their joining, to realize how important it was in the big picture, how inevitable it had become in their life.
Andrew knew he had been fantasizing about Lily for weeks, months now. The fact he needed to seduce her, prepare her for him, excited him. She knew him in passing but they had never had the chance to get to know each other. They worked in different divisions and he was in the management team, while Lily was still working her way up the corporate ladder.
Everything, the carnival, the lights, the party atmosphere, as well as the culmination of his fantasies, turned him on more than he could ever imagine.
As he described the scenes in the streets below them, his aching need to possess her increased. He felt her nipples harden to tight buds and heard her panting breaths.
“I want you.” He couldn’t help the growl in his voice. He had trouble containing himself. “I want nothing more than to press you up against this glass, tear the rest of this beautiful dress of yours off and plunge myself inside you. I want you to feel the force of my need, understand just how much I want this night from you.”
He could hear her panting cries, the wail that seemed stuck in the back of her throat. Even though he couldn’t see them, he could just imagine how dilated her pupils would be, slightly glazed with the passion of their position as well as his words.
He leaned closer, so he could whisper in her ear. Even though they were alone, as if they were the only two lovers in the entire Mardi Gras, let alone the world, he wanted his next naughty words to be just between them, a secret they could share and hold forever.
“I want to fuck you,” he started, surprised at himself. He had never uttered words quite this raw to anyone before. “I want to press you tight against this window, and be so deep inside you for the rest of our lives you won’t be able to feel complete without me thrusting inside you. I want to pump so hard inside you no one else will ever be able to satisfy you. I want to fill you full of my seed, so full it runs down the side of your thigh in excess. And when we’re both spent, collapsed on the floor, I want to lie still inside you, and start this thing all over again.”
“Oh, yes,” she murmured softly and Andrew knew without a shadow of a doubt if he touched her lower curls she would be flowing with her heated dampness. Never had he wanted a woman as desperately as he wanted to be inside Lily right now.
She ground back against him, urging him to move faster, and he couldn’t deny her. While working her up into a pitch of erotic fever, he had only been adding fuel to his own fire. Even so, he desperately tried to draw this out, to make as many memories as humanly possible for them both.
“Patience, my dear, we have all night. Why rush things now?”
“Because I feel as if I’m about to explode,” she moaned.
“Well, darling, if you must come, you must. Feel free to start ahead of me.”
Andrew could feel her shuddering, feel the fine tremors running along her arms, knew they would also be in her legs, hidden beneath all the silk of her skirt. For a moment, he wondered if the tremors were Lily holding on to her climax, or her about to start it.
He continued to play with her breasts, to kiss and nibble her neck, her cheek, up to her earlobe. Tasting her with his tongue, he relished the salty taste of her skin. Even on the knife-edge of desire, standing on the brink of exploding, she still tasted of feminine heat, of salty sweetness.
His masculine ego now demanded for him to bring her to climax without actually stripping her bare. He grazed his teeth along the sensitive run of her neck, nibbling at the pulse points he could tell were strewn along there from her shivers and moans.
Tweaking her nipples simultaneously, he could feel her climax build inside her, knew without a doubt she had nearly thrown herself over the edge of her desire.
A minute later, she pushed back onto his hard body, arching her back and throwing her head onto the curve of his shoulder, crying out in her completion.
Andrew watched her reflection in the window. When she relaxed and leaned back passively in his embrace, he looked down at her softened features.
Even though his fingers itched to touch her curls, to thrust inside her damp heat, to bring her to another climax, hard on the heels of her last one, he let his girl rest, get her breath back.
Plenty of time later to bring her to peak over and over until she can’t remember anything, except the pleasure you bring her, he assured himself.
Andrew waited patiently until her breathing returned to normal and she was back to squirming in his embrace.
Then he began the procedure all over again.
He kissed and nibbled his way around her neck and cheek, touched and played with her breasts. This time, however, Lily was far more actively involved.
He felt a purely masculine smile cross his face as she removed her palms from the window, leaving clear palm-prints from where she had them pressed against the window all through their previous play. He smiled, thinking of what the cleaning crew would think about such delicate marks so clearly imprinted on the window.
She reached both her hands back to grab his ass, pulling him closer, so even through the thin material of his pants his hot, incredibly aroused hard-on laid against the silk of her dress. Andrew lowered his hands to her waist. Slowly, careful to no
t rip or tear the delicate silk, he pushed the dress from her hips and it pooled in a mess down by her ankles.
Andrew looked down her entire length in the window. The light from inside made the large window act like a two-way mirror. The outside world could be clearly viewed, yet so could the sexy reflections of him and Lily. It had become a very useful tool for them both.
Lily stood before him, perfect pale beauty, rounded in all the right places men never complained about, long legs that he ached to have wrapped around his own hips in indescribable passion. His hands tightened for a moment, until he realized it might be painful for Lily. The pleasure he could bring her, the shared sexual joy they brought each other, had him erect like never before. He felt his jaw muscles tighten in pure, unadulterated lust for this woman.
A tiny wisp of silk she probably thought passed for a thong teased his eyes, running slimly along the vee between her legs.
Lily hesitated a moment, then obviously caught his ravenous gaze in the reflection of the window. She smiled teasingly at him and stood up, braced her legs apart, replaced her palms on the window and arched her deliciously naked body into the chill glass.
He couldn’t help but notice as her breasts pressed oh-so-lightly against the glass her nipples hardened even more.
With her back arched, her delicious ass sticking out and wearing only her mask, heels and thong, she looked like a centerfold spread from his horniest teenage fantasies.
“Well, Andrew,” she pouted, “I seem to only have my thong and mask on and here you are, fully dressed and masked. That seems a little unfair from here.”
He grinned, his dimple flashing beneath his mask.
“Oh, I don’t know,” he drawled. “From where I’m looking, it seems absolutely perfect.”
She flushed and he felt his heart turn over. They might be playing right now but he fully intended to brand her, to make her totally his and then confess all in the morning.
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