Masked Kiss Page 2

  Slipping off the table, she turned us around and yanked down my jeans in the same motion. This girl meant business.

  “Oh, sweet curve.”

  Wasn’t I supposed to be complimenting her on her curves? Oh, wait. My dick. Crap. My face heated. No straight and proud warrior for me. Nope. My cock had curvature.

  Wrapping a hand around it, she stroked it slowly. “Love it.”

  Really? My last girlfriend had complained. Well, screw her. As long as… Hell. I didn’t even know this girl’s name. She didn’t know mine.

  Well, as long as she liked my junk. And by the gleam in her eyes, I was pretty certain she did.

  “Lie back on the table.” She fondled my scrotum, playing with the sac and massaging the balls.

  I grunted with it, and sat on the table, which was still warm from her. My pants fell all the way to my ankles and tied my legs together. As if I wanted to run away.

  She pushed me back with a hand. I lay flat with my legs dangling off the edge. Not exactly the most comfortable position, but I would’ve dared an iron maiden to have that moment. Me, Josh Hanson, getting it on with a booth babe at a gaming convention. No one would believe it.

  I shifted the Cinterrealm centerpiece out of my way just as she bent and engulfed my cock with her mouth. I gasped and my abdomen trembled as she took me all the way in. Her lips met the base of my penis. Fuck.

  I wriggled my fingers, unsure what to do with my hands. Girls didn’t like it when you held their head during oral, right? And she was too far away to touch otherwise. I flattened my hands on the table to keep them still.

  She bobbed her head in slow motion, sucking hard at my cock head. I groaned as my eyes squeezed shut. I wanted to watch, but damn, this was so intense.

  After a minute of her drawn-out play, she added a hand around my shaft and picked up her pace. It wasn’t going to take much. I’d almost come when she’d fondled me earlier. Sure, I hadn’t had sex in a long while, but this was every geek’s fantasy come to life. I’d surprised myself by lasting this long.

  I breathed in deeply, her musk still strong in my nose, and twitched as she went faster. Firm strokes and suckling mouth. My erection pulsed with the rhythm, hardening as it prepared to blow. My feet twisted as I moaned louder, and I bit my tongue to keep from making any more noise.

  Oh God. So fucking good.

  I threw my forearm across my mouth to muffle my cry when I climaxed. My hips shot forward as I emptied myself into her mouth.

  She swallowed it all down. Could this chick get any hotter?

  When every last drop was drained, she gave my penis a squeeze and released it, kissing it on the head. So sweet and chaste.

  “God, that was amazing.” Did that sound lame? I hoped she knew I really meant it. Maybe I ought to add to it. “More than amazing.”

  She chuckled as she took my hands and heaved me up into sitting position. Her mask was slightly crooked and her lips gleamed, but she looked otherwise untousled. Still holding my hands, she kissed me. Oh yes, her lips were swollen, making them even more cushy than before.

  “I need to get back before Dara thinks to come looking for me.” One more kiss, then she then straightened her mask and skirt. “Thanks. That was fun.”

  Fun? This is the best night of my life.

  I shifted forward and grabbed my jeans to tug them up as I hopped off the table. “Uh, did you want to grab a drink? Even a coffee? Or maybe we could do something tomorrow. I’m here all weekend.”

  “Thanks, you’re sweet, but I’m pretty booked all weekend.” She rubbed her mouth, drying it off, and checked her outfit again.

  Sweet. Oh shit. I felt the brush-off coming on.

  Quick! I had to do something. Anything. I did up my pants and dug into my pocket for my phone. “Well, maybe you’ll find a few minutes sometime. My name is Josh. I can give you my cell number.”

  She opened the door, the light illuminating her creamy skin and shining off her straight black locks. “Sorry. I don’t have my phone on me. It was good to meet you, Josh. I really did enjoy myself. Don’t forget to take the invitations with you.”

  The invitations.

  She stepped into the hall.

  No! Wait. Stop. The words didn’t come out to be heard.

  Then she was gone.

  I hissed through my teeth, feeling I’d just been hit in the gut. Run after her. I should go chase her down. But then what? She’d think I was desperate and lame. Her exit had proved she wasn’t interested in anything else.

  My mystery booth babe. I wanted more than just a blowjob in a dark room. Didn’t I deserve at least to know her name?

  Chapter Two

  Geek boy problem #26: You maneuver expertly in video games, but you fumble when you don’t have a controller in your hands.

  “Enough about your little bit of strange. Can we focus on the task at hand?” Andrew dodged a Jedi as we walked through the dealers’ hall. The crowd was immense for the first day of the con.

  I cringed at him calling the booth babe a piece of strange. Well, it was what she’d been, but he made it sound dirty. And maybe it had been kind of dirty. But who said I didn’t like it that way? I got hard every time I thought about her mouth on my cock. She knew how to work it so good.

  “Hello! Focus.” Andrew snapped his fingers in front of my face.

  I blinked, realizing I’d almost run into a display case. “I’m paying attention.” Halfway, anyway. “I want to have another look, though.”

  Andrew sighed. “Dude, let go. Enjoy the fact that you lived every geek’s dream and help me find out where Morgan and Emily went. Did you see the tiny skirt she was wearing today?”

  Oh yeah, I’d noticed Emily’s fairy costume. Cute and sexy.

  “Now if you had a piece of that, it would be far better than any strange.” Andrew pushed onward, bouncing onto his toes to see over people.

  If Emily were remotely interested in me. She flirted with everyone. Not that I’d say no to her if she wanted to fuck me, but my booth babe was special. My chest tightened thinking I might not see her again. We’d been by the Cinterrealm booth three times, and no babes. Had she been working only the night before? Maybe I should ask next time we went by the place.

  “I lost them.” Andrew groaned and swiped at his forehead with his sleeve before glancing at his watch. “We’ve got to get to our Hackmaster game anyway.”

  “Yeah.” I wasn’t as disappointed as he was that we couldn’t find the girls. Maybe some hack and slash would take my mind off my booth babe.

  After one more check.

  I took the lead and veered off down to the right instead of to the nearest exit. Andrew called my name, but I maneuvered through the crowd better than he did. Over by the Cinterrealm booth, I spied a flash of silver.

  Yes! My heart thumped so hard it seemed as if it belonged in a giant’s chest rather than my own.

  I spotted the blonde babe first. She smiled a too-white smile as someone took her picture. Then twelve feet away, I saw her.

  God. Did she look that hot last night? Oh man.

  Her black hair had a blue tinge that I hadn’t notice the night before. She looked taller too. Higher heels today? Such long, long legs. And I’d had my head buried between them. I breathed in deeply, as if I could still smell her. The scent of leather from a nearby booth tried to snatch away the memory of her sweet musk.

  She smiled as she handed a flier to a couple dressed as pirates. Those lips. I wanted to feel them on me again.

  Before I knew it, I was walking up to her. My mouth stretched out into a grin. And I had no fucking clue what to say. I forced out a, “Hi.”

  Her smile didn’t falter. There was only a short pause before she held out a flier to me. “Check out the new Cinterrealm edition. We’re searching for new heroes to go on quests.”

  My hand trembled as I took the paper. Nothing more? Surely she must recognize me. “It’s me, Josh. How are you?”

  Yup. So not smooth.

 
Her gaze darted to one side. Did she look uncomfortable? Did she want me to go? “Welcome to Cinterrealm.”

  “So I thought maybe…” I tried to say something more, maybe to make plans to meet later, but she turned away and greeted some other guys with that same smile.

  I stood there staring at her. Should I get her attention again? Be more aggressive in getting her name and number? The woman every geek jerked off to was right there in front of me, and like every nerd, I was standing there like an idiot. Probably creeping her out, too.

  Andrew tugged on my arm and scowled at me. “Come on, dude.”

  I let him take me away. We walked out of the dealers’ hall, and once out of the crowd, away from sight of the Cinterrealm booth, it hit me.

  I’m so stupid.

  She’d sucked my cock to pawn the invitations off on me so I could do her work for her.

  I slumped forward and leaned against the hallway wall. I was such a loser.

  “You okay?” Andrew’s question was quiet. I’d run off on the guy to get to a booth babe, and yet he was still there for me. A real friend.

  “Yeah.” I managed a half-smile. “Let’s get to the game.”

  The day didn’t get any better. Yeah, the game was fun, and sure, seeing Emily cuddled up to Sydney’s big boobs was really nice, but I couldn’t get the masked babe out of my mind. I kept going over scenarios in my head. If I went back to the Cinterrealm booth, what would I say to her? Should I make it part of a game? Maybe that would entice her. Or offer to take her to someplace really expensive to eat. Booth babes were used to being treated like million-dollar models.

  Andrew nudged me to concentrate on the game. We were packed into Russell’s room and fighting something in a dungeon. Roll the dice, kill the monster. I could do that in my sleep.

  Okay. Mind off the Cinterrealm girl. Right there in front of me was Emily, skirt riding up on the bed. I could see her tight little ass peeking out.

  “All right! Let’s kill some monsters!” Emily hopped onto one of the beds. Yes, I’d distract myself with her hotness.

  Andrew chuckled. “I never thought you’d be such a bloodthirsty barbarian.”

  “Clearly you don’t know our dear Emily that well. I knew from the second I met her that she had everyone fooled with her adorable little act.” Russell smirked, looking and sounding so much like Krieger from Archer. The dude was awesome, the way he could take on characters and be them.

  “I haven’t fooled anyone. I am adorable.” Emily smiled, so fucking gorgeous. “I just like to cleave my enemies in half sometimes.”

  “Here, here!” I laughed, and bumped fists with her. Might be something there. I couldn’t tell. Flirty girls were so hard to read.

  “Well then, onward to the next room.” Russell was a brilliant Dungeon Master. His descriptions kicked ass, and I didn’t mind when the rust monsters ate all our weapons. “Only our barbarian has her leather armor and wooden club left. You can continue to the next room or crawl out of the hole in the wall to leave the dungeon.”

  “I will not take the walk…er, crawl of shame!” Andrew did a cheesy pose.

  “Yeah! Never give up!” Emily cried. Again, so cute. Just not as beautiful as my booth babe.

  Did I really just think that? I’d be lucky to get a girl who was anything other than plain. Damn, I wanted to see her. I had to go to her booth again tomorrow.

  I nodded.

  Russell laughed and rolled his dice. “You’ve stumbled into the lair of a Beholder.”

  “Ah, shit.” Andrew smacked his head with his hands.

  Pointing a finger at Andrew, Russell said, “Dead.” Then at me. “Dead.” A glance at his dice, and he frowned. “But somehow the barbarian managed to get through unscathed.”

  Dead. I could live with that. My mind wasn’t on the game anyway. I needed to get out. I couldn’t even distract myself with Emily.

  “Let’s roll up new characters. We need a cleric with Patrick gone.” Of course Andrew would say that. He’d play all night if they wanted.

  If he was going to stay, that was probably for the best. I was done. I stood and crammed my books and dice into my backpack. “I’m going to pass. I’m not going to die a second time for Russ’ amusement.”

  Andrew tilted his head, staring at me. “Really? What did you want to do then? Are you going for a drink?” He perked up and grinned. “Hey guys, let’s go try the newest beer they made for the con.”

  Emily smiled but didn’t rise from the bed. “You guys go on. I want to play this out. Grunhilda would fight to her dying breath, and if she lives, she’ll have you resurrected over a pint of mead.”

  Let her be Beholder bait. I needed to walk. “Sounds good.”

  I waved as I headed out the door. Andrew jogged to catch up with me.

  “Dude,” he huffed. “Why did you leave? They were willing to play some more. And Emily was getting into you. She fist-bumped you!”

  “You could have stayed.” I shrugged. Maybe I should be dancing for joy that I’d connected fists with Emily, but I had a brunette on my mind. She could be at the hotel again, handing out invitations. Would I be a fool to go and check? And what if she totally ignored me? Or worse.

  “Nah. Russell is a sadist. A Beholder. Fuck. Just give us Cthulhu in indestructible armor, man.” Andrew rolled his eyes. “So we going to grab a drink? Slaad Stout is the con beer this year. I’ve heard it’s really good.”

  We stopped in front of the elevator and I hit the call button. I ran a hand through my hair and sighed. “I’m not in the mood for drinking. I think maybe I’m going to try to get in on that Halo tournament.”

  The elevator dinged. Yes, a good idea. Another girl might not take my mind off the booth babe, but video games might. It would stop me from hunting the hotels for her, at least.

  “Yeah, okay. I don’t know if I want to play video games. We play them all the time at home. There are probably tons of other games we can jump in on.” Andrew stepped into the elevator when the doors slid open.

  “You go on. I just want to zone out tonight.” I listened to him rattle off a dozen or so games from the con’s official schedule. Most of the time I agreed to whatever his plans might be, but never before had a girl claimed me so hard and fast. A girl whose name I didn’t even know.

  Halo. I apologized again to Andrew and went my own way. It had to be video games tonight.

  Thankfully there were a couple of slots left open. I nabbed a chair with a screen in the corner of the room, slipped the headphones on and lost myself in digital war. This was my zen place.

  There were half a dozen good players in the tournament, but most were easy pickings. I could navigate the Halo world in my sleep. I slumped back in the chair and smirked at the trash talk, teabagging and horrible maneuvering.

  I took little notice when someone took the seat beside me and logged in to play. Just some more cannon fodder.

  Wait. Is it a girl? Cool. Gamer chicks always played harder. I needed some competition.

  Maybe an hour went by. It’s hard to tell when you’re playing. There were eight players left including me and the chick. I’d gone into sniper mode, but these were hardcore players.

  The girl nudged my leg with her foot. I didn’t glance her way—to take my eyes off the screen right then could mean death—but I lowered my headphones.

  “You’re good. Want to team up and take out the rest of those bastards?”

  Luckily I wasn’t doing any tricky move or in the middle of a firefight. Her voice. I knew it. It was seared into my brain.

  I turned my head slowly, peeking at her from the corner of my eye. No mask hid her from sight this time. She didn’t have freckles, but there was a tiny bump on her nose and the tip was rounded so cutely. Her long lashes framed gorgeous brown eyes. She didn’t have makeup on, but the remnants of what she’d been wearing earlier gave her sexy, faded smoky eyes.

  And her lips. No lipstick. Just pink and plump. My erection rose swiftly.

  “Name’s
Nat.” She smiled. So beautiful. And then she fired on some guys in the game, cursing at them.

  “Yeah. Let’s take them out.” It took every ounce of willpower I had to look away. Maybe I wasn’t smooth or charismatic or anything like that, but I could play video games damn well. She’d said I was good. I would show her just how good.

  And I did. Nat played awesomely herself. We were the last two players standing.

  “That fucking rocked.” She held up her fist, and I bumped it with wiggly Moogles giggling in my belly.

  Man, she looked just as hot in jeans, sneakers and a black hoodie as she had in a silver bikini. In fact she looked better. More real. Not only was she a booth babe, but she was a totally kick-ass gamer chick. I was so hard it hurt.

  Then she shot me.

  My avatar, I mean. Dead. No warning. Nothing.

  “Sorry. Only one person can win.” At least she sounded remorseful.

  My mouth hung open. Not that I’d gone there looking to win the tournament, but that had been so cold. And kind of sexy.

  I didn’t get to say anything in response. The judges stood and announced that Nat was the winner. She didn’t hoot and holler or gloat, but accepted the certificate and prize pack with cool gratification. They invited her out for a drink.

  I stood and applauded, but when the other guys started talking about going out to a bar, I headed toward the door. Sure, maybe I should’ve stayed, gone out with them. Got a chance to really talk to her.

  Nat had used me again. First time for the invitations and now to help her win the game. Part of me wanted to flip her the bird and tell her to fuck off. The other half wanted to fuck her senseless. I’d never been so torn over a girl before.

  I had no doubt that most guys I knew would tell me I shouldn’t care about her motives. She was a gorgeous booth babe. A fantasy in Converse.

  My conscience said to have some respect for myself.

  Stupid conscience. It always ruined a good time.

  I was pushing open the hotel’s front door when Nat jogged up to me. I almost walked into the glass. My elbow bonked against the side of the door.