Her Trick His Treat (Cherry On Top Tales #5)

Chapter Four-Tommy

CHAPTER FOUR-TOMMY

T he second she said the word “don’t,” I felt something shift within me—a visceral pull that ignited a fire in my veins.

I knew right then I had to have her.

There was a wildness in this woman’s eyes, an unrestrained plea that spoke to something deep inside me, awakening a desire I didn’t even know was there.

I was captivated. A willing slave to the raw emotion swirling between us.

I had no idea how she pulled it off, but she’d managed the perfect balance of sexy and innocent. Her outfit hugged her curves in all the right places.

The fabric shimmered under the dim lights, drawing attention to her every movement. But it was more than just her clothes.

It was the way she held herself. Like she had a secret, or maybe it was a promise, hidden beneath her sultry exterior.

All I knew was I could not look away from those velvet brown orbs of hers, gazing up at me like I held all the answers.

The hunger I saw in that doe-eyed stare went straight to my cock. It was unusual for me to have such a fierce reaction to a stranger.

I’d had plenty of women. But I’d never wanted one instantly the way I wanted this one.

Naughty Girl. Sexy Little Siren. My Vixen.

Whatever she was looking for tonight, I wanted to be the one to give it to her.

Me. Only me.

That thought was so strong it damn near consumed me, quickening my pulse and tightening my fists.

It felt like the universe had conspired to bring us together at this very moment, and I was determined to make the most of it.

I’d never given much thought to destiny or fate, but right then, it seemed like I was meant to be there. In that bar. With her.

I stepped closer, feeling the electric tension between us hum in the air, thick and palpable.

“What are you doing here, Vixen?” I asked after a moment.

“What do you mean? It’s a Halloween party, right?” she tried to play it off, but I saw the nervous way she shrugged and the hungry gleam in her eyes as she stared at me through thick, dark lashes.

“What is it you really wanted to find tonight?” My voice was low and gravelly, matching the intensity of the moment.

The question hung in the space between us. A challenge and an invitation.

“I guess I was looking for a little adventure. Have I found it?” she whispered, biting her cherry red bottom lip.

Fuck. Me.

“If you want adventure, I can give it to you.”

“Yeah?”

“Yes. Do you want to get out of here?” I asked way too early.

This was it. I’d fucked up, and she was undoubtedly going to toss the Vampire’s Kiss shot I’d ordered her in my face.

Only Vixen didn’t do that.

She tossed it back. Swallowing it with one long, luscious roll of her throat.

Next, she swallowed mine, too.

“Liquid courage?” I asked.

“You in or out?” she replied.

“Oh, I’m in, Vixen,” I growled, my dick pulsing behind my zipper.

Then she grabbed my hand, a naughty little grin splitting her gorgeous face as she grabbed my hand and pulled me deeper into the bar, towards one of the rooms marked private.

The first door was locked.

The second, too.

But the third, that was the charmed one.

She pulled me in after her, locking the door behind us.

“I think this is off limits, Vixen,” I growled, eager to see how far she’d take this.

“Don’t tell me you’re afraid,” she said, biting her lip and running her hands up my chest.

I shook my head. No, I wasn’t afraid. But I was hard and getting harder by the second with how she was touching me.

Goddamn.

This was crazy. I was too old and jaded to behave this way.

But there was something about this woman that demanded rule breaking.

Something wild and untamed hidden in the depths of her eyes.

She was looking at me like this was a fantasy and if I had the chance to star in this woman’s dreams I sure as fuck wasn’t saying no.

In that moment, everything else faded into a blur. It felt like the two of us existed in our own little world of masks and need.

The music faded to a distant thrum, leaving only the sound of our breaths mingling in the air, filled with unspoken desires and wild possibilities.

Vixen was an enigma, a beautiful, curvy puzzle I was determined to solve.

I was ready to dive headfirst into whatever adventure awaited us. The room was dark, and it smelled stale. Like it had been closed all day.

There was one way glass showing the throng of people inside the bar. They wore costumes that ranged from the usual sexy nurse or police officer to a giant banana or sushi roll.

I wasn’t paying much attention. The figures all seemed to melt together. It was seeing them though, knowing we weren’t one hundred percent alone that amped up the sexual tension between us.

I wanted to get rid of the mask, remove the anonymity so I could taste her lips. I yearned to experience the wildness she exuded in my mouth. To feel it with my tongue.

But my naughty little Vixen seemed to want me to keep it on. I could work with that, for now.

“What do you want me to do, Vixen?” I asked, my voice somewhat muffled by both the mask and my own speeding pulse.

She pressed her warm, soft body to mine and touched her lips to my throat, conjuring fires of desire from the depths of my fucking soul.

“I want you to touch me, Shadow Man. Make me feel good. Show me you want me,” she demanded in a throaty little whisper.

“Fuck. I want you, Baby. Feel,” I growled, pressing her hand against the hard evidence of my arousal.

“Oh God. You’re so hard,” she moaned, and I hissed as she traced the outline of my cock.

My dick jumped behind my zipper, and if I wasn’t careful, I was going to blow my load like some fucking teenager.

I needed to take control back. That’s right, I was supposed to be showing her I wanted her.

That was quite difficult without taking off the mask so I could free my lips and tongue. But I would manage.

I grabbed her waist and hoisted her up, my hands on her ass beneath that tight fucking skirt.

“I have to kiss you.” I told her.

“Okay, but just lift the mask so your mouth is free,” she whimpered, and then she was moving, lifting my mask, and I was so fucking grateful.

She wanted my lips on her as much as I wanted them and knowing she felt the same only stoked the flames of my need for her.

I sucked in a breath, breathing in the impossibly sweet cherry scent of her lipstick. Then I plastered my mouth to hers.

And it was good.

So fucking good.

Dick throbbing, I used the tall table against the wall to sit my girl on, pressing between her legs.

She whimpered as I ran my hands up her lace covered legs, to her waist, her big tits, until I was wrapping my hands around her throat as I tilted her head where I wanted her, dry humping her in time with that heavy bass thumping through the speakers.

Fuck. I had to stop. To slow it down. If I kept this up, my earlier fears of coming like a goddamn high school kid in my jeans were going to be a reality. And I did not want that.

No, when I came, I wanted it to be inside her hot little pussy, but not here. Not where anyone could see us. Still, I couldn’t leave her without having a taste.

“Do you trust me?” I asked stupidly.

“No,” she said, and it was an honest answer.

I smirked even though I was such an asshole for asking.

“I don’t trust you, but I want you,” she added.

“Good enough, Baby. Hold on,” I growled and spread her legs, placing her hands on the edge of the table as I pulled her hips until her ass was barely on the table at all.

Then I bent down, licking my lips, readying for my feast.