7.

I t was stupid to kiss a guy wearing a mask. Jacqueline was aware of just how weird she was being. Hell, she'd even told him to call her "Jack." Why had she done that?

Her entire life, Jacqueline had tried to distance herself from Halloween. Her parents had given her a goofy name because they'd gotten married on Halloween. It was their favorite holiday, but now, it was the one she despised the most. Somehow, though, when she was around Z, she didn't feel quite so anxious.

"What was that for?" Z turned to her.

"It was just, you know, a way to thank you."

"For what?"

"Getting me out of that stupid party," she said.

He reached for her, cupping her face. She found herself leaning into his touch instead of shying away.

"You aren't going to murder me, are you?"

"No."

"That's it?" Jacqueline cocked her head. "You aren't going to ask me why I'd bring up something so offensive?"

He smiled. "I've been asked worse."

"I want to kiss you," she said, deciding to be brave. "Will you take off your mask?"

"No," he said, "I won't take it off."

"Oh." Maybe he didn't want to kiss her. Perhaps she'd read this entire thing wrong, but then he grabbed her and pulled her tight against himself.

"The mask stays on," he said, "but we have all night."

"All night?"

"It's just you and me stuck here," he said. "The storm is going to rage for a very long time."

"You think we're going to have to spend the night? There's probably not even a bed."

"Oh, I'm sure there's a bed."

She paused. Her mouth suddenly felt dry.

"Just one bed?"

"Just one bed."

"And we're..."

"Two people who are perfectly capable of sharing a bed. I don't snore," he offered.

"Promise?"

"I promise."

And then, Jacqueline did something else that surprised her. She stepped closer to him.

"Even if you aren't going to take the mask off, I think we should make the most of tonight," she said.

"How are we going to do that?"

"By taking our clothes off," she said. "By doing some very adult things to pass the time."

"Jack, if I didn't know better, I'd say you were coming onto me." Z's voice had gone deep. It was husky now. He sounded aroused. Turned on.

"I am totally coming onto you."

"In that case, I want to see you undress for me."

She paused. She hadn't expected him to flip the tables. She was being bossy, dominating. That was her entire ploy for trying to seduce him. She was taking control of everything, of the entire situation, only...

Only, it seemed as though he had other plans.

"Jack?"

"Okay," she said.

"Show me what a good girl you can be," he purred, and for some reason, that just did it for her. Her panties had practically melted by the time she reached under her dress and tugged them down. She stood there in her dress, panty-less, and wondered what her next move should be.

"I should have taken off the dress first," she said.

He stepped closer.

"We don't have to do things in order, Jack."

"What do you mean?"

"We're not kissing tonight, but I still plan to fuck you," he said. "I'll make it hard and fast and good."

"Oh," she whispered. "I...that sounds nice."

No man had ever spoken to her like that.

Ever.

In fact, she'd never even read about a man speaking to a woman like that, and she was quite sure that this wasn't Z's first time speaking like this. He exuded confidence, and Jack knew this was just how he was.

This was Z.

He was the man who was sure.

He was the man who was sexy.

He went after what he wanted, and right now, he wanted her.

"Take off the dress, Jack."

So, she did. She took off her dress. She hadn't worn a bra beneath it, so Jacqueline stood in front of Z wearing only her black ballet slip-ons. They were her favorite shoes, and she was convinced they went with anything. He looked her up and down, and although she couldn't see his face through the mask, she knew he liked the way that she looked. She could just tell.

He reached for her, stroking her cheek first. Then his hands made their way down her shoulders and to her stomach. Jacqueline suspected he'd go right for her breasts - most guys did - but he didn't. Instead, he simply touched in all of the non-sexual places Jacqueline could think of. By the time he was finished exploring her thighs and rubbing her arms, she was soaking wet.

For him.

She wanted him.

No, this was more than that. It was a deep-rooted need she had never felt before. She craved him with a tense ferocity she would never be able to describe. Emma would never believe it, but Emma wasn't here right now.

"Come with me," he told her.

"Where?"

"Upstairs."

She didn't question how he knew the way to the staircase, which was located at the back of the house. She had her shoes on, so she wasn't worried about stepping on nails or anything else you might find in an abandoned house, but the space seemed strangely neat and clean considering how long it had been empty.

When they reached the second floor, Z guided Jacqueline into a small bedroom with a large, beautiful bed in the center. It had ornate bedposts and a lush green comforter on the bed.

"Have you been here before?"

"Yes."

"Did you set this up?"

"I keep the house maintained," he said, which wasn't really an answer. The storm continued to rage on, and here on the second floor, Jacqueline could feel the house shaking a little bit.

She pushed the thought away, and she allowed Z to bring her to the bed. She settled down, aware of how her breasts swayed just a little as she sat down. He sat in front of her.

"I've got to be honest. I've never fucked a guy in a mask before."

He laughed.

"I'll go slow."

"I don't want that. I want what you promised earlier," she said. "Hard. Fast. All of it."

"First, you come," he said. "Close your eyes."

She adjusted herself, laying on her back. She closed her eyes, just like he'd asked, and Jacqueline allowed herself to feel. His hands were gentle, but his touch was firm. He knew what she wanted without her having to tell him, and soon she was soaring.

He massaged her breasts, sliding his hands gently along her skin. He pinched each nipple, so she arched her back, moaning.

He chuckled.

"You like a bit of pain with your pleasure, do you?"

"I...I don't know," she admitted. "I'm not sure."

And she wasn't.

Jacqueline wasn't a virgin. She'd had good sex before. She'd had mediocre sex, too, but she'd never had great sex. Somehow, she thought that was going to change tonight.

She kept still, trusting him to play with her body in the very best ways. She didn't move as his hands moved lower across her tummy, and then down between her legs.

He stroked his fingers across her, sliding them in and out of her body. Jacqueline held her breath.

"No," he said. "Breathe, baby. You need to breathe."

But the moment was too perfect, and she couldn't seem to remember how.

Z just chuckled, and he continued his soft, sweet torment of her. His hands worked her over like he was a musician and she was his very perfect instrument. Moments later, when she fell apart for him, he made a satisfied murmur of appreciation.

Finally, her eyes fluttered open.

"Z?"

"You were perfect."

"Thank you."

"You looked amazing, Jack. You look gorgeous when you come. Did you know that?"

"No one's ever told me that before."

"I get the feeling that there are a lot of things people haven't told you before."

"I want to...I need to..."

"What?"

"I want your cock in me," she said, blurting out the words.

"How do you want me, Jack?"

"Um, do you want to take the mask off? It might be more comfortable for you."

She couldn't be sure, but she was almost certain there was a sense of sadness that suddenly came across Z. The sensation, the feeling, was gone almost as soon as it had arrived.

"No," he said. "The mask stays on."

"If that's what you want."

He didn't say it was.

She knelt in front of him. He was sitting on the bed, but he was still wearing his pants.

"Let's get you out of these," she whispered. "I want to see your cock." She was trying to be as bold as he was. She could use the dirty language she'd always wanted to use. Z wasn't a murderer. He wasn't anything but a good time, and she was ready to push him just as much as he was pushing her.

He nodded, allowing her to remove his pants. She was quiet as she tugged on his clothing. The fabric came off, along with his boxers, and soon he was there completely naked, aside from the mask.

"Wow."

"I hope that's a good wow," he chuckled.

"It is."

She didn't add that his cock looked girthy and long. She almost said she didn't think she could take him, but she was being bold tonight. No, she was being downright brazen. Who cared what anyone else had to say? She could do anything. No one would know because Z wouldn't tell.

Besides, they probably wouldn't see each other again.

Before she rode him, she wanted to taste him. She pushed him down on the bed, and he complied.

He didn't put up much of a fight, which was kind of nice. He wanted this. She wanted this. They were consenting adults who were just going to have a little bit of Halloween fun.

Once he was flat on his back, Jacqueline began to lick and suck on him. She took her time, but found that she was really getting into it. She started to speed up, but Z tugged on her hair, pulling her away from him.

"What's the rush, darling?"

"I...no rush."

"Feels like you're rushing."

"I'm not. I'm just..."

Into it.

Into him.

Feeling free.

"I'm just having a good time."

"We have all night, Jack. The storm isn't going away anytime soon."

She didn't want it to, so that was just fine with her. When she resumed her slow torture, she made sure to take her time. He kept his hands in her hair, guiding her along the way, and finally, he groaned and pulled her back once more.

"Baby, I'm going to die if I don't get inside of you fast," he said.

"Show me."

She had been planning to ride him, but suddenly, she wanted him to be rough with her. She wanted him to show her just how much he was craving her because oh, she was craving him, too.

Z wasted no time positioning Jacqueline on all fours on the bed. He pushed her down so her face was flat against the bed, head turned to the side. Her backside was up in the air.

She was open to him.

Exposed.

She loved it so much more than she should have.

Jacquline was aware that nothing they were doing was appropriate. She had so many chances to back out of what they were doing, but they were at th eminent of no return. She was on birth control, so she didn't worry about him sliding into her without a condom. She was taking risks. She was doing what felt right for perhaps the first time in her life.

When he slid inside of her, Jacqueline almost groaned from the fullness. He really was thick. Girthy.

"Take it like a good girl," he said, and she did. She held still as he started to thrust inside of her, filling her over and over, but then Z turned the tables on her. He reached down, and he started to rub her clit again.

She couldn't resist his lure.

He was like a siren calling her to a dangerous death. She understood this, but she couldn't seem to bring herself to stop.

Instead, she simply obeyed him, and she fell apart for him, but it was worth it because as she was in the midst of the best damn orgasm of her life, he came, too.

He groaned, thrusting deep inside of her. He held her hips in place as his cock thrummed with pleasure, throbbing inside of her. Jacqueline didn't move, didn't resist. She just accepted what he was offering her.

She accepted everything.