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

Chapter Thirteen-Camryn

CHAPTER THIRTEEN-CAMRYN

A fter convincing my cousin I did not need an intervention, I finally took a shower and had clothes I’d borrowed from Tommy washed, dried, folded and inside a shopping bag I intended to leave by his front door the next day.

I was just tying my robe closed when the doorbell rang. Not expecting anyone, I was hesitant to open it.

I mean, who could it be?

A new neighbor? Jehovah’s Witness? Girl scouts?

Whatever.

I was just not in the mood for anyone. Okay, fine. I was kind of in the mood for someone, but that was not on the menu.

Could one night of fantastical sex make a slut out of me? I bit my lip and wondered if that could be true.

The bell rang again.

Whoever it was, this person was not getting the hint I did not want to be disturbed.

I took a sip from my ever present bottle of water and looked through the peephole. Then, I almost choked.

“Shadow Man!” I gasped, unlocking the door.

“You’ve been a bad girl, Vixen, making me hunt you down when I never gave you permission to leave,” he said in that deep, sexy voice of his.

My mouth watered. Literally. I was drooling.

Tommy, er, Shadow Man was shirtless, and his chest, arms, and shoulders were covered in thick, black ink.

All those delicious tattoos and muscles were on display, and I was so damn turned on I didn’t know what to do or where to look first.

I wanted to lick them. To trace them, commit them to memory with my eyes, hands, and my mouth.

He looked like one of Death’s warriors in nothing but a pair of loose fitting black sweatpants that did nothing to disguise his long, thick cock.

Did I really have that inside me?

My eyes practically fell out of my head as I watched it twitch and grow under my frank perusal.

“Close your mouth, or I’ll fill it for you,” he said, pushing his way inside my apartment.

“Did you come here dressed like that?” I blurted, looking past him in the hallway.

“Close the door and take off your robe,” he said.

“B-but?—”

“Unless you want me to go?” he asked, but I was already shaking my head and locking the door behind me.

The festive cinnamon broom I had hanging on the hook by the chain lock filled the air with spice. But it was completely forgotten as Shadow Man filled up every single one of my senses.

Who knew having a mask kink could be so much fun?

I faced him, unable to hide my trembling hands as I reached for the belt of my robe. My hair was in a wet tangle down my back, and it was going to be a bitch to brush later. But that was fine. I would deal with it then.

Right now, there were other parts of me alive, awake, and begging for attention.

Shadow Man’s head canted to the side as he watched me pull the soft terrycloth away from my dewy skin. I hesitated, a little shy of the fact he was so fit and me, well, I was his polar opposite.

A girl my size didn’t usually go parading around in nothing but her birthday suit. I couldn’t see his gaze. Couldn’t read the emotion there. But I saw his chest lift and heard him suck in a breath as I revealed myself to him slowly.

That alone gave me the courage to part it all the way. It was the first time another person had actually seen me naked. My living room is not like his bedroom.

It is well lit, my love of books feeding my need for light. I felt exposed. Vulnerable. Maybe that was why I liked it.

It felt forbidden.

Dangerous.

Just like this side of Tommy O’Hare. Oh, I knew who he was now. Famous music producer. Best friends with Sonny, Buck, and Jeremy—all husbands to the women I knew through Jan.

My friends.

Being here with him made me feel like I was dangerous, too. Like I was sexy, special, and worthy of someone like Shadow Man.

“Off, Vixen. I said take it off.”

I nodded, allowing the robe to slide off my arms and swoosh onto the floor.

“Come here,” he growled, and I did, closing the space between us.

“Good Girl,” he whispered, and my pussy clenched.

Oh my God. Was that praise I reacted to?

“Keep coming. That’s it. Now tell me, is that hot little slit of yours sore?”

I shook my head. It had been this morning, but relaxing all day at home and the nice warm shower I took seemed to have tremendous healing qualities.

“Mmm. That’s good. Get on your knees.”

My pussy spasmed again. There was something thrilling about handing him the reins, giving him control. I’d liked it last night, and thought maybe it was a one off, but no. Here he was, telling me what to do again, and yes, I liked it. Very, very much.

I kneeled before him.

“Touch me.”

I hesitated, my gaze roaming up his big body. Wondering what to touch first. I reached tentatively towards his abs, skimming my fingertips along the hard muscles there.

Shadow Man purred, leaning his head back, his breathing shallow as I grew bolder in my explorations.

Up and down, I smoothed my palms over his stomach, chest, and arms, tracing his tattoos, and turning myself on in the process.

My needy pussy ached to be filled, and proof of my arousal dripped down, wetting my thick thighs.

“Take my cock out,” he grunted.

My fingers trembled, lips parted, as I reached for the waistband of his sweats.

Thank fuck for elastic, because it was necessary in this circumstance.

He was fully erect now. Long, hard, and so damn big, I had to tug his sweatpants down as far as they would go to free his monster cock.

And when I did, oh, the sight of him.

Shadow Man was so beautiful there.

His skin felt like velvet, and I couldn’t help myself, I leaned forward, licking the milky white drop of precum that beaded just there at the tip.

Like a drop of ambrosia just for me.

“Fuck, Vixen, that’s it. Open that mouth and swallow my dick,” he growled, his hand fisting in my hair as he dragged me closer.

Oh God, should it feel like this?

I was fairly certain oral sex was meant to stimulate whoever was being treated to that sort of play. Like he did for me last night at the bar.

I never dreamed having him feed his cock to me could be so damn stimulating for me. My pussy clenched, begging to be filled, and I hummed in appreciation of his smooth texture and musky male flavor right before I gagged on the sheer size of him.

“Fuck. Yes. You look so goddamn good choking on my cock. Now try again,” he groaned, allowing me up for air.

I nodded, swallowing once before opening my lips around his head.

“Relax, Baby. Relax and let me in.”

I wanted to. I really did. He was so big, but still, I was desperate to try to get as much of him in my mouth as I could.

I tilted my head, trying to recall all the things I’d read about doing this, and willed my throat to relax.

He slid deeper, rewarding me with more praises and moans.

Up and down. I worked him as far as I could, trying my best to swallow that girthy cock of his.

Proud of myself for the effort I put in, I could not believe I was so turned on by sucking his dick. It felt like I was going to come without any clitoral stimulation at all.

“So good, Baby. Stop now. Stop, or I’ll come in your mouth, and I wanna come in that sweet pussy.”

I stopped, moaning at the loss of his delicious dick. But it was for a good reason.

Tommy wanted to come in my pussy, and I wanted that, too.

I wanted that very much.

There was just one little thing I needed him to do for me.