Masquerade — Layla Hunter

sexual role-play:  / sěk’shōō-əl rōl-ˌplā / an erotic form of role-play:  sexual behavior where two or more people act out roles in a sexual fantasy.

The lobster claw shot across several tables and landed with a splash in the soup bowl of one of the sexiest men she had even seen; the one she hadn’t been able to take her eyes off of all night.  It was quite unlike her, but Maggie had found herself flirting with him while her co-workers droned on about the latest office gossip.

On impact, the lobster claw splattered bisque across the front of his suit.

Several of the stoic-faced business men at his table looked on in horror while a few others started to laugh under their breath.  Their laughter was contagious and before she knew it, they were all laughing.  The man at the end of the table signed a document and slid it towards the man covered in soup.

Maggie looked up at her unintended victim who, because of her inability to crack a lobster claw with any semblance of grace, no doubt felt the fool in front of his colleagues.

She expected to see him glowering at her but instead she was met with the most stunning smile and sparkling blue eyes that glistened with mirth.

At first, she looked at him in embarrassment but then she couldn’t help but return the smile.  She blushed as she shrugged her shoulders and mouthed the words ‘I’m sorry’ to him.

He nodded and then excused himself from the table, walking towards the men’s room.

Maggie followed suit, wanting to apologize in person.

“Excuse me!” she called out as she realized he was about to disappear before she reached him.

He turned and seemed surprised to see her there.  He stood in the doorway and watched her approach, his gaze moving appreciatively over her lush curves but then settling back on her face.

“I … I’m so sorry.  I wanted to apologize for what happened.  I’d be happy to pay for the dry cleaning … it’s the least I can do,” she offered.

“That isn’t necessary but … what you could do is help me clean this off so I can get back to my meeting and finalize the multi-million dollar deal they just put on the table,” he said, half expecting her to turn on her heel and run.

Instead, she surprised him and walked right into the elegantly appointed men’s room. She went to the sink and turned on the water.  “Take off your jacket,” she said as she turned to him.

He did as she asked and then leaned against the wall, watching intently as she cleaned his jacket with impressive skill.

“Do you do this often for your husband?” he fished, curious about her.

“I’m not married,” she responded simply.

“Your boyfriend then?”

“I don’t have one of those either,” she answered, wondering about his line of questioning.

“I see … I find it hard to believe that a woman of your beauty and grace would be unattached.”

She looked at him as if he were crazy.  “You’re joking, right?  I am about as graceful as a bull in a china shop … evidenced by the pint of soup you were wearing,” she said as she shook her head in disbelief.

“What about you?  Wife? Girlfriend? Lover? All of the above?” she asked a bit tartly.

“None of the above.”

“Right,” she quipped sarcastically, looking him over from head to toe.  “Here you go … it will do until you can get it to the drycleaners.  Here’s my card … just send the bill there and I will take care of it,” she offered again.

“Hmmm … considering your antics helped me close one of the biggest deals of my career, it seems like I should be the one offering to repay you in some way,” he responded as he took her card and tucked it in his pocket.

She laughed out loud and moved towards the door.  He blocked her way and she stilled.

“Have dinner with me,” he asked out of the blue.

She considered him for a long moment and then sighed.  “Sorry, but I don’t date,” she said as she tried to leave.

“Let’s say you did … would you kiss on the first date?”

Maggie laughed and blushed again.  “What? No.”

“Hmm … if you don’t date then I suppose that rule doesn’t apply at this particular moment … so, if I were to kiss you right here … right now …”

Maggie’s heartbeat quickened.  This was crazy.

She held her breath as he approached.  Then, without warning, he whisked her into his arms and he tipped her back a little, supporting her head with one strong hand while the other was nestled in the small of her back.  He held her like a man who had known her forever.

A startled gasp escaped her lips as he lowered his head towards her, his lips brushing gently across hers before he kissed her, leaving her nearly breathless.

“Will you have dinner with me now?”

“I … no, I can’t …”

He kissed her again, this time with more fervor.  And this time, he left her breathless.

“How about now?” he persisted.

Maggie smiled and shook her head.  “Do you always get your way?”

“Usually.”

“I figured as much.”

He laughed and grinned.  “Maggie...”

The way he said her name was like velvet gliding across bare flesh.  She shuddered in his arms and he took her cue.

“Have you ever found yourself wanting to do something wicked and out of the ordinary?” he asked in sultry whisper.

“There might have been an occasion or two,” she replied.  “What … what about you?”

“I have found myself wanting,” he said as he brought her back to standing but didn’t let go.  He reached up and removed one of the pins that held her hair up.

“What are you doing?”

He didn’t answer at first.  He simply removed another hairpin and a long strand of hair slipped down and fell over her shoulder.

“Do you want me to stop?” he asked his voice heavy with his growing desire for her.

She shook her head and he smiled knowingly.  “I didn’t think so. Want to know how I knew?”

“Yes,” she replied breathlessly.

He let the back of his hand brush over a rigid nipple and she sucked in her breath as a searing ache surged to life between her legs.

“These beautiful, rigid peaks … they always give you away,” he groaned as he dipped his head and gently took one between his teeth through the thin veil of fabric.

Maggie cried out, her fingers moving through his thick tumble of hair, urging him closer.

A few moments of sweet ecstasy passed and he stood, placing his hands on either side of her face, his probing gaze meeting hers.  Her lips parted slightly and he swooped in, capturing her mouth in a hungry kiss.

Slowly, he backed her against the wall.  The chill of the cold tile through her sheer dress startled her and she pulled back.  “We … we can’t do this … not here …”

“Yes, we can … you know you want to,” he nearly groaned as he pressed his hips against hers, the telltale bulge of his rigid erection pressing against her heat.

“Oh my God,” she gasped as she felt a wave of damp need in response.

He let his fingers trail down the delicate column of her neck and across her shoulders until they made their way down the length of her arms, leaving goose bumps in their wake.

Threading his fingers through hers, he lifted her hands above her head and captured them both in one large hand.

The other hand slid down the front of her body and over her hips, slipping purposefully under the silky dress.

He drew back in surprise when he discovered she wasn’t wearing any underwear.  “My, my … Maggie … you are just full of surprises,” he said as he let his fingers explore her further.

His fingers moved expertly over her mound and slipped between lips swollen and damp with desire.  His thumb brushed against the sensitive pearl hidden within and she struggled not to cry out.  He repeated the motion again and again as she pressed herself against his hand.

“Do you want me to stop?” he teased as he caressed her clit in a circular motion.

“No.”

He slid his hand further down and spread her lips, exposing the entrance to her core.

He leaned forward and brushed his lips across her ear.  “So wet … so ready … but ready for what Maggie?” he whispered.

Maggie groaned but she couldn’t answer him.

“Come on love … tell me what you want,” he urged as he let one finger slip into her damp heat.

She cried out as she felt a wanton sense of freedom overtake her.

In response to her reaction, he slid another finger into her depths and slowly began to move them within her.

“Please …”

“Please what?”

“You know what I want.”

“I do, but I also want to hear you say it.”  He moved his fingers deeper into her.

“I want … Gabe please … just fuck me!”

It was all he needed to hear.  He released her hands and withdrew his fingers from her pussy.  Sliding his hands around her hips, he cupped her buttocks and lifted her in his arms, moving towards the larger stall.  He kicked the door closed behind him.

He lowered her to rest against the metal handrail and she gasped at the chill of the cold steel.

Frantically, she undid his belt, her fingers trembling as she fumbled with his zipper.

Freed from its restraint, Maggie’s fingers wrapped around his thick cock and her hand moved along the velvet length with long, purposeful strokes.

He groaned as he positioned himself to enter her.  Maggie spread her legs wide for him.  “Fuck me,” she begged him and he obliged.

Slipping the head of his cock into her pussy, he moved slowly into her and then withdrew.

Maggie groaned in protest, her nails razing the length of his back and across his backside, digging into the firm flesh and pulling him towards her.

“Don’t tease me … Gabe … please,” she begged and it was all he could stand.  He let her head of his cock slip into the tight entrance of her pussy, driving his length deep into her with slow, probing strokes.

Maggie cried out and arched her hips towards him, her nails digging into his backside, urging him deeper into her depths.  “Oh, yesss,” she moaned, wrapping her legs around his hips.

The sight of the newly uninhibited woman before him was driving him closer to the edge.  “Maggie!  Damn woman … you drive me insane … every fucking time,” he groaned as he drove into her.

She reached her hand down between her legs, her long fingers moving over her clit.

“Oh, yessss … don’t stop … oh … fuck! I’m coming,” she cried out as her pussy convulsed over his cock as a powerful release tore through her.

“Maggie!” He nearly growled her name as he tensed and came hard, his arms enfolding her into a fierce embrace. 

“You might be on to something with this role play idea,” he declared in between ragged breaths.

She laughed softly.  “I know.” Even though it had been her idea, never in a million years did she see herself going through with it.  Now that they had, though … well, the possibilities were exciting.

The next day, the arrival of several dozen roses was heralded by the delighted giggles of her co-workers.  Maggie blushed and shooed them away as she plucked the card from one of the bouquets, recognizing her husband’s handwriting.

Here’s to the Masquerade … let’s play.  Forever yours, Gabriel

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This is Layla’s second story published here on Every Night Erotica, read Full Exposure.

Writing as Layla Hunter, I am a member of RWA, NJRW, LSFW, Passionate Ink, FF&P RWA, Elements RWA, IWWG, as well as Romance Divas, Absolute Write and Romance in the Backseat, where I entered and won the New Year’s Writer’s Rumble with my entry, Karma.  I have attended the NJRW 2008 and 2009 Put Your Heart in a Book conferences and am looking forward to NJRW 2010.  Along with erotic romance, I write contemporary and paranormal romance and currently have several works in progress. You can find Layla here: www.laylahunter.com

Masquerade is the first of several shorts planned to follow the role-playing adventures of Maggie and Gabriel.

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