The Wager: A Game Changer Prequel (5 page)

Gently setting that foot down, I reached for the other, repeating the motions. The sounds she made as I took care of her were amazingly sexy. My mask began to get in the way, and I almost wished I could take it off so she’d be able to see me—the real me.

Once her legs were completely devoid of boots and socks, I trailed kisses up her inner thighs, teasing and nipping as my fingers danced along her skin in unison. Without hesitation, she propped both legs on my shoulders while pulling the gloves from her hands and tossing them across the room.

I wanted so badly to see her—watch the pleasure cross her features as she trembled beneath my touch. Lifting my head, I continued to graze my hands up the outside of her thighs, to her hips, and up beneath her dress. Pulling her head up, she looked me in the eye, desire pooling in their green depths. Biting her lip, she sat up further and began to unzip her dress, all while never allowing her gaze to leave mine.

My hands itched to help her, wanting so badly to see the soft expanse of her bare skin. Lifting my hands from her hips, I gently tugged on the hem of her dress and brought it over her head, marveling in the look of her hair flowing down over her shoulders.

Sitting in front of me on my bed was the most gorgeous creature I’d ever seen, and I didn’t even know her name.

“Your turn, Phantom,” she said, leaning back on her elbows again and nodding in my direction.

“For?” Looking down, I answered my own question. I was still fully clothed—cloak, shoes, and all. “Oh, right.” I nearly slapped myself in the forehead for being so dense. There she was, splayed out before me in nothing but a small pair of panties and a matching bra, all while I was still covered from head to toe in fabric.

With fumbling fingers, I pulled the tie on my cloak loose and kicked my shoes off all in the same movement. The Black Cat sat back on my bed, mask still in place, and watched me as I undid each button on my dress shirt.

I couldn’t help the tingle of self-consciousness that bubbled up inside me at that moment. It wasn’t like I was the sexiest meat on the market—my body had no clue what a gym even looked like. The fact that she was way out of my league crossed my mind more than once, and I had to push it aside, worried I’d never get up the nerve to finish what I started if I bothered my brain with such things.

Pushing the shirt from my shoulders, I didn’t waste any time to lower myself on top of her, pressing my body into hers and devouring her mouth, our masks clashing together unceremoniously. A light chuckle left her mouth as I nipped at her neck, the sound sending all new thrills down my spine.

Moving my mouth around her collarbone and down to her chest, I mumbled, “God, I wish I knew your name.”

Grabbing my face, she lifted it so we could look each other in the eye. Her face was flushed, filled with desire and need. The smile she so easily wore melted me to her, just waiting for her to speak so I could hear her silky voice again.

“Then you should’ve beat me at the game, Phantom.”

Maci: Covert Operations

H
olding his face in my hands, I warred with myself on whether I wanted to keep up with the anonymity of our tryst or remove the masks and end this whole masquerade. The covertness of it all was so exciting, yet I could tell this man wanted more than just one night with his mystery girl.

Making jokes during a time of seriousness was the only way my brain seemed to operate, so when I told him he should’ve won the bet, I felt a little bad, my smile faltering slightly. It wasn’t until my sensitive self was coated with the thrill of his laughter that I put the devilish grin back on my face.

The man seemed to get my twisted sense of humor as he smiled and said, “I think we both won something tonight.”

Tangling my fingers in his soft hair, I pulled him to me, forcing him to place his lips back on the swell of my breasts like he had moments before. My heart fluttered beneath his touch. I felt each tingle of his breath against my skin, each brush of his tongue—the sensations driving me wild. He hadn’t even done more than kiss me, and I already ached for him to be inside of me.

It wasn’t lost on me that I didn’t even know this man’s name, yet I wanted to make love to him more than I had anyone else in my life before.

He was my Phantom—in more ways than one.

The wet sensation of his tongue tracing the swell of my breasts made a moan escape my mouth in a sound of pure ecstasy. His kisses trailed up the center of my chest, over my collarbone, and ascended up my neckline.

I lolled my head to the side, offering my neck as he trailed kisses across my jaw. With a graceful arch to my back, I willingly offered more of myself to him.

He slowly pecked and licked his way back to my mouth, devouring me again and laving at me with his tongue. His lips pushed hard against mine like he was dying of thirst, and I was the last drop of water in his world. His bare chest pressed against me, making me wish I didn’t still have my damn bra on.

His strong fingers caressed my cheek and the side of my head as he began to pull away. With short, erratic breaths, we pressed our foreheads together, the tension between us exploding like a firecracker, embers sizzling through our bodies.

With an aggressive, yet tender touch, he wrapped his fingers in the cup of my bra, yanking it down and exposing my sensitive flesh. The cool air hitting my nipple and making it harden didn’t last long. Within moments, his mouth was on me, heating me to my core and making me cry out.

The feel of his lips closing over my nipple sent shockwaves of ecstasy over my skin, strengthening my hold on him and making me wish the tortuous feeling would never stop.

“Oh,” I cried out, surprised at the intense reaction my body was having to his tender touch.

Just when I thought I couldn’t possibly feel any more pleasure, one of his hands grazed my stomach, trailing soft waves of tingles over my skin as he glided his fingertips up my side. His caress wandered further to skim the crease under my other breast, the godforsaken underwire getting in the way.

Gently, he pulled the fabric down on the other, popping my breast out and continuing his fingertip assault as he gently brushed over the peak, bringing the nipple to full arousal.

With his mouth on one tit and his fingers on the other, my body went weak, the sheer pleasure completely overwhelming me. Before I knew it, his lips left my breast and began trailing kisses down my body.

His face, still masked, was a contradiction in itself—familiar, yet unknown. His eyes were smoldering slits of desire, and I couldn’t help but smile as I groaned with pleasure. In a response to my tenderness, I felt him smile against my skin and stick his tongue out to lick me. I thrust my hips forward as I tilted my head up. I didn’t need my eyes to enjoy his sensual touch, his tongue, and those wonderful lips.

He cupped my breasts gently in his palms and then closed his mouth over the other nipple, paying it homage like he did the first.

My breath escaped in a hiss as pleasure exploded through my body.

“God, your breasts are amazing,” he murmured as he continued a tantalizing assault with his tongue. I twined my fingers into his hair, holding him tighter against me.

I sucked in a quick breath of air when his lips sustained the light toying with my peak. He nipped at the bud, grazing my puckered skin with his teeth. The sharp, tormenting feel of his mouth on me caused me to moan and throw back my head to give him better access.

His hand seemed to have a mind of its own, descending down my body and causing a flurry of flutters to fill my stomach as he inched closer to my panty line.

God, I wish he would just rip the damn things off so he could touch me—because right now, they are totally in the way.

Another flick of his tongue had me crying out, the sensations all too powerful for my body to contain. I sucked in a ragged breath when his fingers finally slid into my panties and touched me. A needy moan filled the room, the dual sensations overwhelming me to my core.

To keep myself still, I grabbed onto his biceps, wanting nothing more than to feel his power. My nails dug into him just as he started to pull away, lightly kissing his way down my chest.

With slow precision, he began his descent, causing my skin to erupt in a constant burst of crackling warmth. My back arched, seeking more of his attention.

He continued his way downward, consuming my soul with desire. His warm breath tickled just above the hem of my panties, and I couldn’t help but squirm around with impatience. Looping his fingers near my hipbone, he wasted no time yanking the scrap of fabric from my skin, lifting me before I had a chance to assist.

His eager movements heightened my need for him—my soul demanding him to make love to me more than before.

I giggled as I watched him toss my bikinis over his shoulder, his eyes never leaving the prize in front of him. I felt exposed, yet I seemed more than okay with it. Usually, I would shy away, covering myself so the man couldn’t stare.

But with my Phantom, I felt abnormally content, my conscience taking a vacation for the night. I almost
wanted
him to look at me, yet I knew he was only seeing the outer shell. With our agreement of anonymity, he would never truly see me—the real me.

Gliding his hands under my thighs, he grabbed the backs of my knees and pulled my legs over his strong shoulders. Suddenly, I felt overly self-conscious. Just a moment ago, I felt comfortable and happy. Now that I knew he wanted to go down on me, my insides began to fold, freaking out that this was a bit too intimate for a one-night stand to do.

Shut up, Maci
, my inner-voice yelled, scolding me for thinking too much.

“Just relax,” Phantom whispered, his masked eyes searching mine for some sort of approval.

Relax. Just relax.

Coming to the conclusion this was what he wanted, I gave in and nodded, letting him know he could have me.

He started to torment me, kissing my inner thigh, and making me laugh some more. Out of pure reaction to being teased, I started to close my legs, but he firmly pushed them apart.

“Relax,” he commanded, his voice feathery soft. Now he was really trying to drive me crazy with his breath so close to my sex. Just the thought of his tongue touching me was going to drive me wild.

I moaned in pure need as all my concentration focused on every sensation he so carefully offered.

Right then, he quickly licked from my opening to my clit, tracing the lips of my folds before pulling away.

“Ahh,” I breathed. Now I was panting and writhing under him. I needed to feel his warm mouth on me. Now. Thankfully, my consciousness took a backseat, and I wanted nothing more than to enjoy him enjoying me.

I heard a low chuckle that quickly turned into a sensual growl as he dove in for the kill. The sensation of his tongue coming in contact with my clit sent electric currents up my body.

To keep me from squirming beneath him, he splayed his hand over my belly and continued his assault with his tongue. My fingers threaded in his hair, and I could feel every one of his muscles tighten.

As I tensed and tightened my grip in his hair, I let out a strangled cry. His tongue continued to lick my most sensitive areas, filling me with warmth.

I trembled uncontrollably, my legs shaking, my mouth dry, and my senses screaming for reprieve. Even though I was masked, my eyes closed and cloaked in total darkness, I could still see bright flashes of light as he made my soul cry out with pleasure.

Just as I was about to scream for more, Phantom sucked my clit into his mouth and sent me over the edge.

I moaned helplessly as my orgasm started to build and swell. My body began to quiver as waves of desire rippled through me like an incoming tidal wave. Exquisite gratification bombarded me and rained down over my body.

My sob echoed through the room and I fought for breath as delight overtook me, robbing me of my sense of reality. Every nerve in my body tingled.

Slowly lifting my head, I suddenly felt the need to see what he looked like with my juices all over his face.

When he crawled up my body, I felt his erection press at my entrance, hovering over the sensitive area. He leaned down to kiss me, and I could taste myself on him. His tongue slipped into my mouth, causing me to get lost in him all over again.

His groan of pleasure was muffled by my kiss, the sweetest sound of agony.

Liam: Taking Turns

T
he taste of her consumed me, my mind completely wild with her trembling beneath me.

Leaning over her, I used my finger to lift her chin and force her to look into my eyes. Large, green orbs behind her cat mask stared back at me with a look I could only describe as wanton. She was simply stunning when she came, and the fact I made it happen had me grinning like a fool.

Reaching around, I attempted to unfasten her bra all while keeping my eyes glued to hers and silently praying I’d be able to do it with one hand. The Gods were on my side as the clasp freed and she immediately tossed it aside.

God, I couldn’t seem to get enough of her. The Black Cat lying before me, completely naked, was beyond stunning.

With a tender touch, I trailed my hand down her center, enjoying every inch of her. Her chest heaved with each gentle stroke of my fingers against her skin, rising and falling as she took each breath.

I wanted so badly to caress her skin with my lips, trail my tongue along each crevice as I watched her writhe beneath me in a post-climax haze.

Her breath hitched and an audible gasp left her lips as I grazed my hands along her nipples again. She obviously liked that spot, so I lingered there, teasing the soft skin of her breasts.

Pushing at my chest, she forced me to sit up. I was worried I had done something wrong until she grinned at me, almost as if she had a secret, her mask still perfectly in place while she guided me onto my back and straddled me.

Bringing her mouth to my ear, her breath warmed my skin as she said, “My turn.”

“Oh yeah?” I questioned, quirking my brow while watching her slowly crawl down my body like a cat on the prowl, quickly ditching my boxer briefs in the process and settling between the juncture of my thighs. “What’d you have in mi—?”