Nowhere to Hide (Masked Men Novellas)

Chapter 8

Chapter Eight

Riley

Staring at my laptop, I read the email from Wild Steps apologizing for an error in their system. Because I requested only one masked man on the first night, they want to issue me a refund. Also, since they did not confirm my second session before it began, I am entitled to a third experience. The email explains how sincerely sorry they are for their mistakes. I click on the new questionnaire, and I answer the yes and no questions easily, but then it comes to the option of what I am specifically wanting.

After having been chased a couple times, and it being more fun than I could have imagined, I decide I would like to experience something more forbidden. I wonder if the masked men can sneak into the house while the guys are asleep. I write that it is probably safer if they send only one man, but I am open for more. Who knows what the guys would do if they found out what I’m participating in right under their noses? I’m sure they would tell my brother, and he would be on the first flight out here. My parents would lose their minds.

It’s already late, and the guys went to bed about an hour ago. I power off my laptop, turning in for the night, feeling giddy at what my next adventure could be. There are only a few days left until my family arrives, and then Tillie gets in the day before Thanksgiving. She likes to spend the least time possible with my parents and hers, which is understandable, as she’s the outcast of her family. She is always into something shady, and she doesn’t conform to what people expect of her. I love her free spirit, but everyone else, not so much.

The sound of a headboard banging across the hall startles me awake, and my heart thumps in my chest. Need pools between my thighs, knowing Kennedy and Tai are fucking again. I throw my covers back, as my hand trails down my stomach until it reaches the top of my sleep shorts. This week has done things to my libido. Before then, I never in my wildest dreams would have thought about touching myself. Now the thought of Tai with Kennedy behind him does things to me, and my finger hits my clit. I circle it slowly as I listen to the erotic sounds made by my brother’s best friends.

It doesn’t take long before my eyes clamp shut and my body trembles with release. My eyes fly back open when the feeling of being watched hits me. A hand clamps over my mouth and a large body presses down on top of mine. Though I wriggle beneath him, I am no match for his size and strength as he wrestles my wrist into a roped loop and ties one of my hands to the bed. Damn, I knew I loved the four-poster beds at the cabin for a reason. I’m left helpless as one by one my limbs are tied up.

“Do you think you can be quiet?” he asks, and I nod my head. He gets up and stands at the foot of the bed, a blindfold dangling from his finger. “If you make any noise, I will leave you tied up like this for someone to find you. Do you understand?”

“Yes,” I whisper.

He nods, pulling a switchblade from his pocket, and my eyes widen. His props are good, but the thought of a stranger being in control of a weapon while I’m helpless makes me nervous. He kneels onto the bed, placing himself between my spread legs, and sits the blade down beside us. Then he leans over, so close that the glow of his mask—the only light in the room—illuminates the rise and fall of my heaving chest. Gently, he slips his hand under my head and puts the sleep mask over my eyes. When it’s firmly in place, I hear what I think is his mask dropping to the floor.

His finger touches my chest, and he drags it down between my breasts, hooking onto the material of my skimpy shirt. The distinct sound of material tearing fills the air and my tits bounce free. I feel my nipples tighten with the brush of cool air. I squirm, restless and on edge at not being able to see what is going on around me. His finger keeps moving, leaving goosebumps in its wake. My stomach dips as the single point of contact traces over my belly button and down to my sleep shorts, where he no doubt finds them drenched from hearing the guys fucking.

He lifts the front of my shorts, and my breathing grows erratic as I tense, wondering what will happen next. The flick of a blade has me holding my breath. Knowing the sharp steel is so close to places it could damage makes me want to shudder. I feel my shorts fall away from my body. The silence grows heavier, and the anticipation has my heart racing and my core pulsing in need.

“Fuck, you’re so beautiful,” the distorted voice says. “I need to taste you.”

The bed shifts, then I feel his lips press against my skin beside my pussy, and I whimper. My eyes roll back when his tongue slips between my lips, and he licks the entire length of my pussy. Holy shit! I bite down on my tongue to stop myself from making a noise. A deep growl vibrates against me as I buck my hips, and his large hand moves to push on my lower stomach to keep me from moving.

“Oh god,” I whisper, though I want to scream it at the top of my lungs.

How did I not know how good this felt? No one has ever been between my thighs like this before. Mike was my first, and he claimed he hated oral, both giving and receiving. If it feels like this for them, I don’t understand why he wouldn’t have loved it. My legs tremble, I try to move them, but there is no give in the rope.

“Please,” I softly moan.

I don’t even know what I want until he sucks my clit into his mouth and slides a finger inside me. His finger curls and strokes a spot inside which has my ass lifting off the bed and my eyes rolling.

“I feel like I’m going to explode,” I whisper. “Don’t stop.”

He doesn’t stop. My body starts convulsing around his fingers, twitches zinging throughout me. If I died right now, I would be happy. My body melts into the mattress and my eyes close behind the mask.

“Holy shit, I never imagined it could be that good,” I pant out.

“I’m going to untie you, but keep your mask on. If you don’t, there will be consequences.”

I know there are—it was all in the contract. You’re never to remove the mask or face coverings of the men, and I’m okay with that. It’s in the fine print that some want to remain anonymous, and I get it. Being a sex worker of any kind is looked down upon by so many people.

“Okay.”

He unties me, and I wait to see what he plans to do next, but nothing happens. I lie and wait for what feels like an eternity until there is a soft knock on the door.

“Riley, are you awake?”

Archer, shit. I pull the mask off my face and look around the dark room. My window is open, and the masked man is gone. A feeling of disappointment flares in my stomach. Rolling to my side, I turn on the lamp and grab my cut-up pajamas, stashing them under my pillow. Then I slip under the covers.

“Yeah,” I say, and the door opens.

Archer steps through the door looking like a damn wet dream. I really wish I could leave my feelings in the past.

“You couldn’t sleep through that either?” he says.

I sit up, pulling the sheets with me as he walks over to the bed and sits on the edge.

“No, but it’s okay. I guess they need to get it out of their systems before the family comes.”

“You know it smells like sex in here as well, Rye?”

Normally I would get embarrassed, but how can I when it was the best thing I have felt in my entire damn life?

“Girls get horny Archer. And, gasp , we even masturbate.”

Something changes in Archer’s stare, his eyes becoming hooded with lust. “Well, you smell intoxicating, and I’m so hard right now. Perhaps I should leave before I say or do something we both might regret in the morning.”

“I would never regret you, Archer,” I whisper, out of nowhere. I had a crush on them, and up until this week, I never admitted it to anyone except Tillie, but of course they all knew. Now we are all adults, things change, and maybe these masked men have made me more confident.

“Fuck it,” he mumbles, moving himself toward me in the blink of an eye. He looks down at me and licks his lips. “Tell me to stop, Riley. Tell me I shouldn’t do this. I don’t want to hurt you.”

“I’m a big girl—I promise you won’t hurt me.”

It’s all he needs to hear before his lips are on mine. I wrap my legs around his waist and I’m naked beneath the sheet separating us, with his hard cock pushing against me. I gasp as it runs along my sensitive areas.

Archer’s kiss is everything I ever imagined it to be—soft but firm, just like him—and it sends a rush of warmth through my veins. His lips fit perfectly against mine, moving in a practiced rhythm. Every nerve in my body comes alive, and my heart races more than it did with the masked men. I’ve dreamed of this moment for so long. He keeps the kiss slow and intoxicating until he pulls away and leaves me breathless.

He removes the sheet, blinking at my nakedness. “Riley, your body is a work of art. I don’t think you know how damn sexy you are.” A blush creeps up my face at hearing his words and seeing the way he looks at me. “Will you ride me? I want to see all of you, but I need to be inside you.”

I nod, running my tongue over my tingling lips.

“Are you on birth control?”

“Yeah.” Does he really want to fuck me with no condom?

He must read the look on my face. “I’m clean, but I can get a condom if you want me to. I just really want to feel you in case I never get this chance again.”

“I trust you, more than you know.”

With that, he falls back on top of me, catching his weight on his arms. I chuckle as he rolls us over. I scoot back to pull his loose cotton pajama pants down and his cock springs free. Dear god—he is perfect... and big . Better than any of my fantasies.

“Wrap your hand around the base and guide yourself onto me at your own pace.”

I forget Archer thinks I have only been with Mike, and it was a mediocre experience at best. Doing as he asked, I grip his cock and my fingers barely touch. I move my hand up, giving myself better control. Until a few days ago, the only position I’d had sex in was missionary, but under Archer’s heated gaze, I feel powerful. I don’t feel ashamed of my body. How could I when he looks at me like he might devour me at any moment?

“Oh shit,” I whisper as I sink down onto his thick, hard cock. Inside, I’m a bundle of nerves. I’m sitting on Archer Quinn’s dick, and his hands rest on my hips as he looks at me like he finally sees me.

“You feel so fucking good.” His grip tenses, his fingers pressing into my skin. “I didn’t know it could feel this amazing. I could be broken now,” he jokes.

“You have never not worn?—”

“Never,” he says. “I don’t trust many people, Rye, but I have always trusted you.”

He guides my hips to move as my heart melts at his words. But Kennedy pops into my damn head as an ominous reminder. A one-night stand with this man is all I can expect, and I know that will break my heart.

We don’t rush. I go slow and pour all my feelings into this one time. Even if it’s only for tonight, I won’t ever forget how Archer makes me feel. The way his hands slide up my waist and explore my curves, the way he doesn’t take his eyes off mine. How he truly makes me feel beautiful in my own skin.

Leaning forward, I press my hands to his chest, digging my fingers into his pecs, and grind myself against him.

“Jesus, Rye, that feels so fucking good.”

My pace gets faster, and I whimper as my orgasm builds. My clit rubs against his pelvis and his heated gaze locks onto my bouncing tits. Everything around us vanishes, my moans get louder, and he puts his hand near my mouth. “Bite down on my hand, Rye Bear. The last thing we need is Kennedy barging in here to save you.”

I do as he says, and he hisses out a sharp breath, but it keeps me from screaming as my orgasm hits me in a tidal wave. My emotions are like the aftermath of a natural disaster, wrecked beyond repair.

Archer strokes my cheek and I release the side of his hand from between my teeth. He wraps his arms around me and pulls my body close to his. I feel his cock swell inside me, and tears form, so I duck my head as he lets out a muffled groan through his release.

“Hey,” he says when he finishes, cupping my face and forcing me to look up at him. “Are you okay?”

Nodding, I say, “I’m sorry. I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I think it’s that I never expected something like this to happen, and every emotion I’ve ever felt for you three burst through. Don’t worry, I won’t make this weird. I... I just need a moment. I’m truly okay with this being a one-time thing.”

He doesn’t say anything. Instead, he wraps his arms around me and holds me tight to his body... where I must fall asleep.