Masked Kiss

  Masked Kiss

  Christine Rains

  Book three in the Dice and Debauchery series.

  Video game geek Josh Hanson never gets noticed by women, until a gorgeous booth babe drags him into a dark room for a quickie.

  She doesn’t give him her name, and her face is covered by a silver mask. Josh is determined to find the dark-haired beauty again, but communication isn’t easy in a huge hall filled with nerds. When they end up playing in a tournament later, the games extend into her hotel room. Josh wants more than just a con fling, but she’s not easy to catch. He’s going to have to figure out how to beat her games and become her champion.

  Reader Advisory: This story has graphic sexual language and scenes—no closed bedroom doors (or other rooms) here!

  A Romantica® contemporary erotic romance from Ellora’s Cave

  Masked Kiss

  Christine Rains

  Chapter One

  Geek boy problem #11: Girls ignore you, and when one does pay you attention, it’s usually to sell you something.

  “Oh god, they’re hot.” Andrew wiped his hands on his pants for, like, the tenth time. Poor guy was sweating slugs. And not in a bullet type of way.

  I swallowed and tried not to stare at the girls who had exited the elevator. “We knew they were gorgeous. We’ve seen pictures of them.”

  And the pictures didn’t do anything to numb the shock at how hot Emily and Morgan really were. Was I sweating as badly as Andrew? My mouth went dry. Please let me just be able to talk without stuttering.

  “Josh! Andrew! Oh my god! Love the jackets!”

  The shorter of the two, Emily, dashed across the lobby to hug us. The girl was petite perfection. Almost like a doll, but a naughty doll. Not like those cheesy blow-up ones. More like Rikku from Final Fantasy. Oh yeah. The blood swiftly rushed from my brain to my cock. I had to hug her with my hips away from her body.

  Morgan didn’t run, and peering at her chest done up in that corset, I could guess why. Damn, that girl had an amazing rack! My hard-on twitched again. Luckily Morgan just shook my hand.

  “Lady Gyrfalcon.” Andrew kissed Morgan’s hand and then did the same to Emily’s. “Lady Osprey.”

  “A pleasure to meet you, Captain Cashan.” Emily curtsied and laughed. Even her giggles were hot. “And you as well, Sir Edgehill.”

  I managed not to stutter as I greeted them and closed my steampunk jacket to hide any evidence of my erection. Good thing Andrew talked a lot when he was nervous, taking the attention away from me. It could be annoying sometimes when we were at work or out at a club, but it worked to my advantage now.

  The rest of the group arrived, and we went to the hotel bar. Good thing everyone was easy to talk to, or I would’ve just been sitting quietly in the corner. Well, I still mostly sat there even when a few beers had loosened me up.

  I kept stealing peeks at Emily. I couldn’t help it. What would it be like to have a girl like that in bed? I’d have bet she’d be a little dirty. Maybe more than a little.

  My sex life had been pretty vanilla. The most outrageous thing my last girlfriend had let me do was fuck her doggy-style. She hadn’t even liked to give oral sex. But I’d have bet Emily knew exactly how to work her mouth around a cock.

  “Dude.” Andrew elbowed me. “You’re drooling, man.”

  I shook my head and swiftly wiped at my chin. Nothing there. I glared at him. “What was that for?”

  “You’re staring at her like you’re going to slurp her up.” He spoke too close to my ear and I scrubbed at it. I hadn’t been that obvious, had I?

  “I was not.” Maybe I had been, but I didn’t want him pointing it out in front of everyone. The guy was not socially savvy. Well, neither was I, but at least I knew what not to say in public. Sometimes the strangest stuff came out of my best friend’s mouth.

  Russell was by far the most socially adept guy in our group. The dude was smooth. Sleek like a new Magic card. He also gave off a bit of a slimeball vibe. Could be that he was just playing the Governor to a T, though.

  Patrick and Sydney bought a shot for everyone before they headed to their hotel. My ears were burning. Alcohol did that. But I was also feeling good. Real good.

  I should ask Emily if she wanted to take a walk with me. Enjoy some of the nighttime sights of downtown Indianapolis. Yeah, that sounded friendly. Nothing creepy or dweeby about it. And maybe I’d get lucky and we’d do more than take a stroll.

  But Morgan came back after an extended bathroom break and Emily went back to their room with her. Dean and Russell excused themselves right after too. Well, crap.

  “So what do you want to do? Go back and roll up some characters? Check out any clubs? Go see a movie?” Andrew swiped at his brow with his sleeve.

  I stared at the entrance of the pub. I had the whole weekend. Still time to get with Emily.

  “Maybe we should just have an early night too.” Andrew stood, taking a few crumpled bills from his pocket and leaving them on the table. He cocked his head to the side and waited for me to join him.

  The dude was my best friend, but sometimes he could just be…I don’t know. Clingy. We worked for the same company and lived together. Leonard from The Big Bang Theory could totally empathize with me. And after working myself up to ask Emily to take a walk, I couldn’t sit in a room with Andrew.

  “You go on up. I’ll be there soon. I’m going to walk around downtown for a little while.” And when he gave me a look that said he’d come along, I added, “Just have to work off the alcohol or I’ll be up most of the night. Maybe jog it off.”

  There was the trigger word. “Okay. I’ll be in the room then.”

  Once Andrew was out of sight, I let out a long breath. I’d taken up running just to do something by myself. Not that I was really a good runner, and I walked tons too, but I got time by myself without hurting his feelings.

  I exited the hotel and stuffed my hands in my jacket pockets. The convention center didn’t have anything open tonight, but a lot of the hotels had open gaming. I could go and see if there were any games I could hop into, but I sighed, without the rush of excitement I usually felt at the prospect of playing.

  I missed having a girlfriend. Not just for the sex. I wanted that too, but someone to walk with me and hold hands. A smart woman to talk to, crack jokes with and gaze up at the night sky with. I’d have loved a girl to game with too, but chicks like Emily and Morgan were rare. Especially a hottie like Emily. Like she’d ever agree to go for a walk with me.

  Pushed to the far edge of the sidewalk by a big group of drunken jocks, I took a detour into the newest and grandest hotel in downtown. Shiny, fancy and overflowing with fellow nerds. Still, I felt on the outside of everything.

  I wandered through the lobby and past a lounge. The familiar sound of dice rolling accompanied laughter and troll jokes. Maybe I ought to just go back to the room and create a character or two with Andrew.

  “Hey, interested in the new Cinterrealm edition?”

  Was that a girl’s voice? I stopped and turned to my left.

  Holy shit. How had I not noticed these gorgeous girls? Both were dressed in skimpy silver short skirts, bikini tops and thigh-high boots. Armlets sparkled on their upper arms and crystal-decorated masks covered the upper halves of their faces. Each held a handful of envelopes with the Cinterrealm insignia stamped on the front.

  Ah, booth babes. There was no booth, but any con-goer knew a booth babe when he saw one.

  “We have invitations to a free trial.” The shorter of the two held out an envelope to me. Her eyes were dark behind the mask, but her mouth was wide and generous. My gaze skated over her body. Full breasts, toned stomach, and was that a tattoo of Aeris on her thigh? It was half-covered and too much in the shadows to te
ll.

  “The quest spiel.” The taller blonde nudged the other girl. Sure she had a body like a runway model, but her lips were thin and tight. Her sharpness was an immediate turn-off.

  The other babe sighed. “We are seeking heroes who would dare the highest peaks of the Fangtooth Mountains and the darkest depths of the gnarl dwarves’ slave mines.”

  Nodding once, the blonde hailed a group of three gamers and hurried after them down the hall, spewing the same lines in a more sing-song voice.

  “Not only must you be brave, you must be clever. The mazes of the master—”

  “It’s okay.” I cut her off and held out my hand. “I’ll take one. I don’t need to hear the whole thing. I’ve played Cinterrealm before.”

  “Oh, good.” She glanced down the hall at her partner, then slipped back into the recess of a conference room door. Handing me the invitation, she leaned against the wall. “Thanks. It’s only been an hour and I’m bored out of my skull.”

  “Well…” I shrugged and stole a peek at her chest again. Man, she had nice tits. I took the proffered invitation. “If you need to get rid of the rest of the envelopes, I can take them and give them to my friends.”

  “Really? Oh my God, thank you.” She threw her arms around me, making me stumble a step backward. I hugged her back, hoping she didn’t notice how quickly she’d stirred up interest in my jeans. She pulled back a little and kissed me.

  No peck on the cheek. A long and deep kiss with a playful twirl of her tongue. A soft moan escaped me. Should I pursue it further? Would she get pissed if I fondled her? God, she felt so good pressed against me.

  It might just be a thank-you kiss. Maybe. Did I want to be kissing a chick who thanked every guy that way? My cock throbbed, not giving a damn about anything else.

  “Mmm, you’re a good kisser.” She smiled and kissed me again with more heat.

  I could barely think anymore. A booth babe had complimented me. The Matrix was on the fritz. This couldn’t be happening. But I wanted nothing more than to be locked in a loop like this all night. I skimmed my fingers over her bare sides. “You too. You give a great incentive to play the game.”

  “Only to you.” She paused and glanced around before opening the door beside us to a dark room. “We’re not really supposed to touch people, and definitely not let anyone touch us. But I’m finding I want you to touch me more.”

  What? Really?

  I blinked, stunned, as she yanked me into the conference room and closed the door swiftly behind us. The dim radiance from the exit sign at the far end bathed us in a soft red light. The blinds were drawn on the two windows, and lights from the city glimmered around the edges. Six round tables were set up with cardboard Cinterrealm centerpieces.

  The door clicked as she locked it.

  Her boots tapped on the tiles as she walked to the nearest table. The strange echoes spurred my already hammering heart to go faster. Sitting on the edge, she dropped the envelopes and propped her left leg up on a chair. “Come here.”

  She had control of the joystick. There was no way I could not move.

  Somewhere between the door and table, I lost the invitation. My hands shook slightly as I placed them on her thighs. Moving her skirt just a little higher, her tattoo was fully revealed. “Aeris. Nice.”

  “Which Final Fantasy is your favorite?” She plucked open the buttons of my jacket. Each one that she undid made my hard-on twitch.

  “Well, seven will forever be seared into my brain. But six is a very close second.” I traced the lines of Aeris’ skirt. “And sometimes I just want a brilliant old-school RPG and only the first one will do.”

  “You get hotter by the second.” She ran her hands into my hair and pulled me into another fiery kiss. I gripped her legs, drinking in her soft vanilla scent. Something a little fruity in her perfume too. Or maybe her shampoo? Any which way, she smelled damn good. Lickable. Oh, if only I could lick every inch of her smoking body.

  Wait. Did she just call me hot? My face heated and it wasn’t just because I was so turned on.

  “Tell me more.” She tipped her head back, and I kissed along her neck, nipping at the soft skin.

  “I’ve played Final Fantasy Tactics over a hundred times, but could never get into Advance.” I caressed her inner thigh as I dropped my head to kiss the rise of her breasts. “Shining Force on the Sega was my first experience with RPGs. Really love Chrono Cross, the Elder Scrolls, and Breath of Fire series. Dragon Quest and Disgaea—”

  She dragged my head up and kissed me hard. Arching her hips, she ground against me. I thrust forward, sliding her back a little on the table. I wanted her so badly it hurt.

  “Disgaea pushed me over the edge. I want you to fuck me.” Reaching down, she massaged the bulge in my jeans. I groaned, wondering if I might just come standing there with my pants done up.

  “But you don’t know me.” Yeah, stupid thing to say when a hot babe tells you to do her. Especially for a guy who could only ever fantasize about fucking women of her caliber.

  “You can tell a lot about a guy from the video games he plays.” She popped open the button of my jeans and slipped her hand inside. I gasped as she gripped my erection. “Do you have a condom?”

  The word sounded foreign to me. Condom? No, wait. I knew what that was. I just couldn’t get past the fact that she had her hand on my cock. When she stroked me once, I found my voice again.

  “No. No, sorry.” Really, really sorry. The universe hated me.

  “Hmm, me either.” She jerked my hard penis again and smiled. Sly and sexy. I loved her mouth. “Well, then, we’ll just have to suck each other off.”

  Nope, the universe loved me. I was the favorite child tonight.

  I leaned in and kissed her again. My limit break bar was almost full. A half-minute more of her playing with my erection and I’d explode before that succulent mouth of hers even wrapped itself around me.

  Caressing along her jawline, I bumped her mask with a finger and started to lift it off. She snagged my hand and stopped me. “Leave it. It’s sexier this way.”

  “Okay.” Sexy was an understatement, but I wanted to see her face. I could tell she was pretty. She wouldn’t have been hired to be a booth babe if she wasn’t. But did she have freckles? A cute bump in her nose? Natural or painted-on eyebrows?

  Her releasing my cock startled me out of my thoughts. Right. Yes. A mask on or off isn’t going to stop this.

  Kissing down to her chest, I freed one breast from the bikini top. So pert and soft. I circled my tongue around the nipple and sucked on it. She moaned, spreading her legs wider for me. As I suckled, I pushed up her skirt and traced the triangle of her panties. God, she was hot there. So hot. I wanted to bury myself in her, but tonight, tongue and fingers would have to do.

  I continued to toy with her rosy nub as I rubbed her through the thin fabric of her panties. Not just hot, but wet too. I’d never known a girl to get that soaked. I hadn’t even put my mouth to her yet.

  “Now. I don’t want to wait anymore.” She removed my glasses and set them on the table. Her body quivered, twitching with every lick and nip.

  With one last flick of my tongue to her nipple, I kneeled on the floor. Good thing I was tall enough that I didn’t have to squat. My erection throbbed, demanding more attention. Patience it had not. But for the moment, I had a drenched pussy to distract me.

  I glanced up. Her breasts pointed up with her arched back. The red glow cast over her, drowning out all other color. Like a tempting demon. A succubus. Worth so many experience points.

  Focusing back on the prize, I pulled her panties to one side. Even in the shadows, she glistened. Her labia were full like her lips, and a trim little puff of dark hair sat above her slit. The rich scent of her musk filled my nostrils. No perfume could ever match that divine scent.

  Saliva filled my mouth. Did guys really get so eager to eat a chick out? I was. I was worried I might dive in like a hungry dog and slobber all over her.

 
It wasn’t even a thought to send my fingers in to explore first. I licked at her slit, savoring her sweet taste. Wherever my tongue could get, I tasted. Little, quick licks and long and lingering ones. Weaving over her labia and dipping between them.

  She cursed and groaned, whimpering for more.

  With my hands on either side of her groin, I pressed my face in farther. Her wee hairs tickled my nose as I thrust my tongue inside her. I lanced her again and again. I rolled my tongue for a dozen times, then opened it, wide and flat. Soft and gooey, like delicious caramel. I might have growled like the dog I was afraid I’d resemble.

  I sucked on her labia, tugging and kneading them with my lips and tongue. From bottom to top, to top again, before I lifted the hood over her clit. I didn’t tease her. I’d give her what she wanted. She writhed beneath my ministrations and jolted her hips as I enveloped her nub with my mouth.

  “Fuck!” She mashed herself to my face. I sucked, and sucked hard, before I slid a finger into her. I added a second to join the first in her tight channel.

  Maybe I could have worked her up even further, but I’d turned into a pussy-eating berserker. Mercilessly, I supped on her clit as I finger-fucked her, my thirst for her never quenched as I drank her in.

  Blood roared in my ears. I could barely hear her groans and panting, or my swift intakes of breath.

  She banged against my face, holding her hips up as her inner walls clenched and spasmed. She bit off her cry, shuddering and squirming. Her feet slipped a few times, but she never lowered her body from my still-devouring mouth.

  I made her come. Not just shiver from a wee orgasm, but a full-on back-arching climax that rocked her world. I did that.

  I fucking did that!

  “Oh my God,” she mewled, and twined her fingers in my hair, lifting me away. “Enough. Too sensitive. Let me do you now.”

  I licked my lips, collecting her cream as I stood. Wetness coated my face and I wobbled as if I were drunk. That had been better than any beer I’d had that night. Hell, better than any beer ever. I wanted to drink her down every night.