Under the Mask: A Multi-Genre Collection

by Monica Corwin

He smiled at her as he watched the look in her eyes. So many times he had thought about this, wondered what it might be like to have her kneeling before him with a look of hunger.

  Any fantasy didn’t match a candle to this reality, though. She sat there not moving, frozen and almost unsure like she was waiting for his command.

  Not wanting to rush her, he waited until finally, she looked back up at him. He raised his brows suggestively and his lips quirked up with a devilish grin.

  He reached his hand down and rubbed along the length of his cock through his dress pants. When she blinked nervously he reached out to brush his thumb across her chin.

  “Please don’t be shy with me, Livie.” He smiled at her as he continued to rub his growing erection. “I’ve wanted you, only you for so long.”

  “I almost feel like this isn’t real. Like it’s some sort of dream, and I’m about to wake up from it all.”

  “It’s no dream. I’m real. This is real.”

  He could see her inner conflict. It was written in her eyes just as sure as if he’d seen it blinking on a billboard.

  “Do you want this?” he asked.

  Not answering with words, she swallowed a lump that was in her throat and nodded.

  He reached for her hand and pressed it against his cock. “Do you feel that? Do you feel what you do to me?”

  She smiled nervously. “Don’t you know how the women at the office talk about you? You could have any one of them.”

  Her insecurity nearly broke his heart. “But I don’t want any of them. I want you.”

  He slouched down in the chair and opened his legs wider. Pulling up on her loose curls he gently pulled her closer, giving him a beautiful image of her breasts spilling out from the top of her strapless dress.

  Fuck, but he wanted to suck on them. Nibbling, licking and teasing her until she creamed her panties just like she had the day before.

  Jake rubbed his hands along her shoulders, relishing the silky smooth skin that lies underneath his fingertips. He watched her eyes close as she gasped. In part pleasure or part fear, he couldn't be sure. He might have a history of being good at reading women, but Olivia Maitland wasn't just any woman. She was the only woman who’d managed to hold his attention for longer than a month at a time. And he was the only woman he wanted.

  “Take off your panties for me.” He told her.

  The idea that she didn’t hesitate and immediately did as he asked only excited him more.

  When he held out his hands, she placed a pair of satin black panties in his hand and he could feel their dampness.

  “Your panties are wet, Livie.” He pulled them up to his face and drew in her scent. “I can only imagine how sweet you taste.”

  “Jake… “

  “What is it, baby? Tell me.”

  “I want you… like that. I want to taste you?”

  “Are you asking my permission?”

  She nodded as she bit her plump red lip. “You don’t know need my permission, baby. If only you knew how badly I want you. I’ve thought about you. Fantasized about you. Made myself cum while thinking of you.”

  Her eyes widened.

  “This?” He pressed her hand firmly along his cock, allowing her to feel every bit of what she did to him. “Tell me, Livie. What do you want to do to me?”

  Her shyness was utterly adorable at most times, but at the moment it was wreaking havoc on his self-control.

  “You’re not going to tell me? Okay,” he undid the button and zipper to his trousers and pulled out his cock while she watched him.

  Jake watched her eyes grow bigger and lick her lips when a drop of his pre-cum leaked from his dick and dripped down his length.

  “Lick it off for me, baby. Dip your pretty little head down and take me in your mouth.”

  She dropped her head down and flicked her tongue along the underside of his cock.

  Fuck!

  Yes!

  “Oh my God, baby. You feel so fucking good.” Jake told her while running his fingers through those curls that drove him wild.

  She pulled back only slightly, moaning while wrapping her lips around the head of his dick and taking his entire length in her mouth.

  “Fuck, yes. Just like that.” He wrapped his hands around the back of her head. “Open your sweet mouth, baby. Take all of me inside of you.”

  He thrust his hips, hitting the back of her throat and nearly losing it each time she nearly gagged.

  He tried desperately to hold back, slowing down to take it easy with her, but her hungry mouth just kept taking more.

  Every time he’d tried to wait for her to regain her composure she’d only open her mouth wider.

  She was utterly incredible. Every fantasy he’d had didn’t do her justice. Once would never be enough with her.

  He watched her head, gliding up and down along his cock, taking him so zealously while still managing to look sweet and alluring.

  How could he want to fuck her relentlessly until they both passed out from exhaustion and then make sweet and slow love to her the next?

  “Jake.” She whispered his name.

  “Do you like this, baby? Do you like tasting me, fucking me with your mouth?”

  I want to feel the head of my cock hitting the back of your throat. And no matter how hard it gets, I don’t want you to stop for anything. Do you understand?” His calm, demanding voice was back.

  Nodding eagerly, Olivia rested her hands on his thighs and tried each time to take him deeper than the last.

  “That’s it, baby. Yes… just like that. You suck me so fucking sweet!” Jake was losing his control, pushing and pulling as he continued pumping into her mouth.

  The rougher he got, the louder she began. It was a reality that drove him even closer to the brink.

  “You’re driving me crazy, baby. Do you like this? Huh? Tell me you like me fucking your mouth.”

  “Mmm.” She had grabbed onto his cock and continued her dedication to the task at hand.

  “Are you wet for me, baby? Do you want my hard cock in your wet pussy?”

  No matter how much he was trying to stay in control, he was losing control and doing it fast. Her continued drive as he his talk became dirtier only heightened his lust.

  “Yes.” Her answer came out in a whisper as she continued to take him, stroking his length while she sucked him off.

  “Reach underneath your dress. Touch yourself, baby.”

  He watched her in complete admiration as she did exactly what he asked.

  “That’s my girl. Slide your fingers in your pussy, baby. Remember what it felt like to have my finger strumming against that clit.”

  Jake was lost. The dirty talk wasn’t just a form of foreplay any longer. It was a necessary part of his existence.

  Olivia spread her legs, moaning while she rocked against her hand, working herself and him into insanity.

  “I want you to taste yourself, Livie.”

  She looked up at him, her eyes once again uncertain.

  “Please. Just do it. Do it for me. Bring those wet fingers to your mouth and suck them dry for me.”

  He looked on as she closed her eyes, licking the length of her finger while she looked up at him with those fiery eyes.

  “Fuck, I can’t stand it. I have to have you. Now!”

  He reached down, lifting her up and onto the chair. Her long dress gave him several moments of frustration as he fought his way through the excessive fabric until his cock met with those hot and wet lips he so desperately needed.

  Their eyes locked as he guided her down on his dick. Her pussy stretched, making way for him as he pushed himself deep inside of her.

  Her cheeks reddened and she dropped her head back with a gasp.

  “You’re so fucking amazing, baby.”

  He was mesmerized by her. Every move, every look, every single thing about her brought him to his knees.

  “Jake…”

  “I know, baby.”

  She was rocking and g
rinding against him, taking him as much as he was taking her. She was no longer the sweet and proper secretary from the office. She was now a lascivious little minx who could have him wherever and whenever she wanted.

  “Shit! I can’t hold back!”

  Reaching beneath her dress he worked his middle finger against her clit, not relenting for even a second until he heard the whimper which had haunted him ever since their fated elevator ride.

  “Yes! That’s it, baby. Ohh!”

  Jake lost control. His orgasm clawed at him from the inside out. Racing down his spine and exploding, he filled her with two years of pent up sexual frustration.

  He held onto her tightly long since the time they’d both come down from their orgasms. His hand brushed along her curls as he caressed her back.

  “Olivia Maitland, you just made one of my many fantasies come true.”

  “One of your many fantasies? You mean you have more than one?” She asked.

  He laughed and pulled her closer to his chest. “Oh yeah. There are many, and I mean many more.”

  He waited to see if she would ask what they were, but when she didn’t, he decided to enlighten her further. “Would you like me to tell you what they are?”

  “Or you could show me.”

  Jake cupped her face in his hands and looked into her eyes. “You’re amazing do you know that? You never cease to amaze me.”

  She grinned. “Maybe it’s the mystery of the mask.”

  “Oh you are a mystery, but it has nothing to do with the mask.”

  “You don’t think?”

  He shrugged. “No. You’ve had me mesmerized for the past two years. And it had absolutely nothing to do with a fancy party or a glittery mask.”

  “But it is a pretty mask.”

  “Whatever you say, baby. And listen, this was amazing. You are amazing, but maybe next time we could try for a bed, huh?”

  “Growing tired of elevators and chairs, are we?”

  “But never of you.”

  Her face was flush and her hair a bit of a mess. And he was certain she was still the most beautiful woman in the drafty old mansion.

  He loved her simplicity, loved that she cared more about how she treated others than what she looked like. There wasn’t one single thing about her he didn’t absolutely adore.

  She was complex. That much he was sure of, but despite all of the hidden things he was yet to find out about her, he was absolutely positive that he wound enjoy every second of revealing every layer that lay hidden beneath her meek persona.

  Just moments ago he was driving her crazy with his dirty talk, as they fucked like teenagers. And now he felt nothing but tenderness. He was just about to pull her tight and whisper something sweet into her ear when her quiet and angelic little voice stopped him.

  “Jake?” She asked as she played with a button on his tuxedo shirt.

  “Yes, Livie?” He whispered into her ear, continuing to caress her softly.

  “Do you think maybe we could grab a cup of coffee sometime?”

  He let out a boisterous laugh. “Baby, I’ll fly to Colombia to hand pick the damn beans if that’s what makes you happy.”

  About the Author

  Nicole Morgan has been writing since 2009 and is an author of erotic romance novels, which more often than not have a suspenseful back story. Erotic romance mixed with good old-fashioned whodunit. While she’s written everything from contemporary to paranormal, her leading men will more than likely be wearing a uniform of some kind. From military to police officers, she has a love for writing about those who protect and serve. From her very first novel (which turned into a four book series) about Navy SEALs to her more recent releases you will be sure to find a few twists and turns you were not expecting.

  Nicole also writes under the pen names of Taylor Brooks and Nicki Day.

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