Passion Unleashed (Masquerade Part I)

Across the room stood the lovely blond, already holding a glass of champagne and smiling to a couple of other elaborately masked women dressed in evening gowns. Ryan stopped so suddenly that two guests behind him bumped into his back and knocked him forward. He never looked around or said a word to them.

He moved forward in her direction and then to the side, near a table loaded with elegant food
s, grabbed a china plate and
plunked a couple of bites on it.
He took another big sip of the champagne the waiter had served him on the way in,
Comtes
De Champagne 2000, as good as the reviews claim, he thought. Looks like Matt is celebrating in style for his birthday. So far, Ryan
had been able to stay invisible. He wondered how long that would last.

Heather chatted about nothing in particular to the women around her. She was supposed to socialize, make herself known. That was the idea. But it seemed silly to try to do that while wearing a mask.

She was acutely aware of the strikingly handsome man that seemed to always be within touching distance. He had a magnetism that could not be ignored, not that she felt like ignoring it.

She discreetly glanced over and noticed the hardness of his body. Even under the soft lines of his suit, the hard strong lines of his physique were evident. "What am I doing?" she said. The lady next to her in a purple mask turned to her instinctively. "What was that?"

Heather blushed, but fortunately the mask covered all.
"Oh
,
nothing, sorry."

She saw the stranger's dark hair, thick in the front, almost spiked, with thin sideburns. His strong jaw was not hidden by the black silky mask. If only she could see his eyes.

At the moment she had the thought, he looked over. His eyes caught hers. They held each other’s gaze just a moment too long. He epitomized masculinity. It was the way he stood, the way he looked at her, something in his demeanor.

She felt a bit weak, maybe it was the champagne. She turned away from him, her clit suddenly hard. She felt embarrassed at her sudden excitement.

Excusing herself from the group of women, she made her way to the nearest bathroom. With the heavy wooden door closed securely behind her, she leaned up against it and closed her eyes. But instead of regaining her composure, all she saw was visions of the man she couldn’t stop looking at.

She couldn't help but notice his hard ass as he'd turned away from her, removed his jacket and tossed it over a nearby chair, all in one smooth movement.
That black suit he’s wearing fits him like a glove.

Her desire rose and was determined to overtake her. She had to get it together before going back out there. Parties were stressful enough. She didn’t want to act like a giddy fan. Even with his mask on, she could sense he was exceptionally charismatic.

Heather checked herself in the mirror, admiring her
Alyce
Designs metallic dress. She’d searched for weeks to find the right dress to wear with her gold embroidered mask. The long strapless gown accentuated every curve. She was pleased.

Ryan waited patiently for her to return. He had to see her again. He'd turned away momentarily after their eyes met. She was special, not like all the too-perfect women he was always around. This blond beauty was different.

Heather made a step into the hallway and looked out into the huge ballroom filled with elegantly clad guests. Yet, there seemed to be no one in the room except for the dark stranger who she couldn’t seem to avoid. There he was, not more than a few feet from where she’d left him.

Reflexively, she turned and walked down the marble hall, away from the ballroom entrance. The home was huge and the hall seemed to go on and on. The noise of the party faded away behind her. She was thankful for the quiet. Peeking inside an open door to her left, which appeared to be a huge library, she checked to be sure it was empty. She stepped inside and waited a moment. It was quiet and she was sure she was alone.

Gazing around the warm library, she felt calmer. The oak bookshelves went all the way to the ceiling, filled with books, with a rolling ladder to reach them. She stepped over the plush maroon-colored carpet to glance at some of the titles
, leather-bound classics plus more recent ones she’d seen on the best seller list
. She loved to read. Being here with so many books, she felt momentarily comforted.

When she’d locked eyes with the stranger in the silky black mask, she’d felt immediately aroused. As she moved, she noticed her panties were still wet.

She turned around to examine the oversized desk and caught her breath. Seemingly from nowhere, he was suddenly standing beside the massive desk. Heather stared at his strong shoulders and hard chest outlined under his thin shirt.

“I didn’t mean to startle you.” The deep masculine sound of his voice matched everything else about him. Were his eyes really gray-green? They seemed to pierce right into her. His black mask only served to accentuate them.

“Oh, I didn’t hear you come in,” she half whispered, half spoke. Ryan thrilled at the sexy huskiness of her voice.

“Did you follow me? No answer was required.

She noticed that he held two fresh glasses of champagne. “Is one for me?” She noticed her voice sounded shaky. She could use a drink at the moment.

He held out one long-stemmed Waterford glass, thumb and forefinger on the dazzling cuts at the base
. There was an awkward silence. She took a tentative step toward the desk and reached to take the glass of champagne with the desperate thought to drink it in one gulp. But he didn’t release his grip. Instead, their fingers touched. Both felt the spark of attraction that was undeniable between them.

To Heather, it all seemed a bit like a dream, a wonderful sexy dream. In one motion, they placed the
leaded
glass on the desk, hands still touching. Ryan set down the other glass of untouched champagne next to it.

A moment passed that seemed like an eternity. Heather knew she should resist. This is exactly what she swore to avoid - intimate relationships. And this was suddenly becoming just that.

He w
as spellbound by her beauty and leaned closer to
the sweet smell of summer rose
s mixed with feminine sex, wafting
over him. His heart began to pound. He wanted her. And he wanted her badly. If his cock got any harder, it was going to rip through his pants.

He lifted his left hand to cup her jaw and raise her head slightly. Heather felt a weakness flow through her body. He seemed to be staring at her as if he feared she would disappear. She should resist. She knew she should. That’s the last rational thought she had.

Ryan unabashedly looked at her full breasts swelling at the top of her fitted dress. He’d never seen anything as lovely. Adoringly, he reached in
side the gown
to lift each soft breast from its covering.

She blushed. Then, remembered that she still had the mask on. Thank goodness for that. Ryan kissed her breasts tenderly and lightly sucked each hard nibble. Heather heard his muffled sigh of enjoyment.

Ryan lifted his head to look into her stunningly beautiful green eyes. He pulled her to him. She felt her core respond and tighten. His hardness pushed against her abdomen. The lust in his eyes was unmistakable.

He sealed his mouth over hers and a sudden passion exploded. His tongue felt inside her soft, warm mouth, reminding him how much he wanted to bury himself deep inside her.

Ryan reached down to lift the bottom of Heather’s gown. She felt the warmth of his hand on her thigh and was unable to move.

Her body begged for his fingers to touch her clit. Any shame had fallen away. All she wanted was him, all of him. She ached to have him inside her. She felt him lowering the lace thong she wore, down over her little round ass and down in front to expose her bare sex.

He felt between her legs and deftly found the little clit just under the soft wet pubic hair. Her fragrant cream covered his fingers. He was holding her up in his other arm without effort and began to sweetly massage her clit, stimulating her. He heard a soft whimper escape her lips, rewarding his efforts.

He whispered sweetly in her ear, “Let me give you pleasure, baby.” Yes, it was a dream, like she’d never had before.

Heather wanted to see his hard shaft. She used one hand to unhook his pants and slowly unzip them. She gave an involuntary moan when she saw that he was not wearing any underwear.

There was his swollen cock, bare, right there in the library. Right there for her to touch. She put her hand around the thickness and began to stroke up and down, touching the end briefly with her finger. Feeling his pre-cum aroused her even more.

The gentle movement of his fingers on her clit became more insistent. She wanted release so badly. She pressed into his fingers. He nuzzled her neck and kissed her mouth again, harder this time. He put his fingers inside her wet sheath, slipping them up and down. The smell of her sweet
sex was driving him crazy.