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

Chapter Five-Camryn

CHAPTER FIVE-CAMRYN

G etting eaten out by a man in a mask I only just met in a jam-packed bar on Halloween night was not something I’d ever thought would happen to me.

But it was happening. Right now. And I was seconds from creaming all over his face.

A face I still hadn’t seen.

It was dark as fuck in the private room I’d led us to, and my sexy Shadow Man had the skull mask lifted so it was all I could see as he pressed his face against my lace covered pussy.

“Fuck, Vixen, you taste like cherry pie,” he growled, and then I felt his tongue through the lace and the friction.

Oh fuck.

The. Friction. Was. Delicious.

Big hands spread my thighs as he lapped at me, and then I felt them slide higher, and higher, until a tearing sound ripped through me.

Guess I was throwing those stockings out after this.

But it was worth it.

Thick fingers speared my sex, and fuck, it had been so long since anyone had touched me there. I keened and arched my back, begging for more with zero shame.

My pussy squeezed his digits. It was tight. I knew it was. After all, my own fingers were much smaller and the vibrators I used were slender wands with that little fiddly end thingy that played with my clit.

I imagined this guy would be huge. His dick sure felt bigger than average to me.

Gulp.

More liquid flooded my sex, and his groan told me he felt it, too. It was like a hundred degrees inside that room. Or maybe that was just because of the way my heart was racing.

I’d never done anything like this with anyone before. But it felt so good. Wearing this costume. Having this masked man between my legs. Like so many forbidden fantasies coming true all at once.

If it wasn’t Halloween, this would never have happened. I didn’t have the gumption to behave this way in my normal everyday life.

I was not sexy. I was not worldly. And I sure as hell did not incite this level of passion in members of the opposite sex.

But tonight, I could pretend. I could let go and enjoy myself.

“So fucking wet, Vixen. Fucking delicious,” he growled and licked from my ass to my needy little clit.

Oh my God. Was that really happening? And why did that feel so good?

My walls squeezed as my orgasm neared, and I couldn't believe it. He was going to make me come.

No would-be lovers had ever had this effect on me. Maybe it was the shots. Or Maybe it was because it was Halloween. Or because I was pretending to be something I wasn’t.

Either way, I was too far gone to stop now.

“Oh, God!” I moaned as pleasure ripped through me.

He lifted his head, tugging his mask over the top half of his face when he pressed his mouth to mine, forcing me to taste myself on his lips.

It was, fuck, it was hot. Sexy. I moaned, grabbing his hips and pulling him closer.

Was this how I lost it? Was I going to give my virginity to some stranger in a bar?

It was crazy. I wanted him. But I couldn’t. Could I?

“Give me your phone,” he growled, lifting his head.

I was awestruck, panting to catch my breath, and I handed it to him, unlocking it before I did.

After a moment, he handed it back, reaching into his pocket for his phone and nodding when he saw what he was looking for. Then, he helped me sit up, running his big hands up and down my body.

“W-What are you doing?” I asked as he started righting my clothes between soft, searching caresses.

“Making sure you’re covered up before you step back out there.”

“Oh,” I replied, a little disappointed he wasn’t going to try anything more.

“This isn’t goodbye, Vixen. We started something here tonight and I intend to finish it. Close your eyes and count to ten before you open them, then check your texts,” he whispered.

I closed my eyes and felt his warm hands on me, tilting my head to the side, then I felt his teeth clamp around the skin at the bottom of my neck. He licked the tiny hurt after, and wow, it was so hot.

“Check your texts,” he said again, squeezing my ass before I felt him walk away.

A few minutes later, I exited the private room and ran smack into my cousin Jan.

“Camryn? Is that you?” my cousin asked, coming towards me.

“Uh, yeah?” I replied dumbly.

“OH MY GOD! Look at you!” she squealed and hugged me.

“Yeah. Um, hi, Jan,” I murmured, plastering a fake smile on my face.

“Come meet everyone,” she said, pulling me with her.

But the truth was I had a sticky mess between my legs, and I was feeling both elated and confused by what I’d just done.

For the first time in my life, I’d been impulsive and a little bit slutty and I wasn’t sure how I felt about it.

“Um, actually, Jan, I think I’m going to go,” I said, pulling against her hold.

“Why? Is everything alright?” she asked.

“Yeah. Yep. Yes. I mean, I just am not feeling great,” I said, knowing full well I was a liar.

“Come on. Just meet David before you go,” she replied and took off before I could say no.

My phone buzzed, and I looked at it. My eyebrows went sky high at the text I saw there.

Running, Vixen? Funny, I didn’t take you for a runner.

Before I could stop myself, I answered.

You don’t know I was running.

But the three dots at the bottom of my screen said maybe he did. Damn.

I’m not running. My cousin found me. Sorry you couldn’t stick around longer.

Again, I had no idea why I was telling this stranger any of this.

Oh, I’ll stick around Vixen.

Long.

Hard.

Raw.

I’ll stick you however you want me.

I waited a moment before texting him back. I mean, I had to wrap around that someone like him was engaging in raunchy ass verbal foreplay with someone like me.

Oh my God. You did not just text that to me.

Tsk. Are you telling me you’re shy now, too? Where is that wild girl who dragged me into a dark room and let me have my way with her? The one who creamed all over my mouth, letting me feast on her sweet juices?

I gasped, a sharp intake of breath that caught me off guard.

“You okay?” Jan asked.

“Mm hmm,” I nodded, and her attention went back to the others.

Thank fuck.

My mind was all awhirl with questions.

How was Shadow Man doing this?

He seemed to know me. To know what I craved in my deepest, darkest fantasies.

He was peeling back my layers, and we had barely met.

Okay, normally I didn’t engage in oral sex with strangers, but even so. That was hardly an explanation for the way he seemed to see straight into my soul, revealing desires I had barely dared to acknowledge myself.

A loner at heart, I was used to keeping my guard up. Keeping all that passion I had hidden behind walls that I’d carefully constructed over the years was second nature to me now that I’d hit thirty.

But this man. He effortlessly dismantled them with hardly a touch.

Okay. You let him stick his tongue in your vagina like ten seconds after saying hello. It was more than a touch, my inner voice snarked, and I huffed a breath.

My phone buzzed again, alerting me of another incoming text, and I looked down to read it.

Don’t look so lost, Vixen. I promise I am not going anywhere. You and me are just getting started.

Oh, this was not good. Alarm bells were going off inside my head.

My seven minutes in heaven with Shadow Man were now becoming stalker territory. I closed my eyes and dropped my head, following behind Jan until I ran into her back once she stopped.

Look up, Little Girl.

I did and came face to face with him, the same guy I’d let eat me out minutes ago, and he was standing near the group of people Jan was currently introducing me to.

I wracked my brain, but as far as I knew all of Jan’s friends were married.

Oh God, no.

Was this someone’s husband? Was it my cousin’s?

No. No. Please no.

Horror and humiliation filled me, along with a healthy dose of anger, and it was all directed at him.

If this fucker used me to cheat on one of the women here, I was going to choke him with that fucking mask.

“Everyone, this is my cousin Camryn, and Cam this is everyone. Del and her husband, Sonny. You remember Rena, and this is her hubby, Jeremy. And this big sexy guy is Tommy, my husband?—”

“Oh no,” I murmured.

“—husband’s friend from college. That’s my guy, David aka Buck, right behind the bar,” she ended, pointing at the bartender who waved, and I slumped in relief.

Okay, so I was a slut, but I wasn’t a home wrecker.

Crisis averted.

Now to deal with the masked giant standing in front of me.