Page 30 of Strange Seduction (Strange #2)

Carmen rolled her hips once in my lap—slow and controlled—just enough to make me groan under my breath. Her mask tilted down slightly, and she licked her bottom lip with infuriating patience.

“You ready?” she asked, her voice coated in mischief.

I nodded, already too hard and strung too tight to give her the sarcasm I normally would’ve tossed out by now.

She grabbed the Ghostface mask from where it rested around my head and pulled it up over my face fully, adjusting it so it sat just right. Her fingers ghosted across my jaw before trailing down my chest.

With that, she rose up just enough to slide out of her panties and toss them somewhere over her shoulder. She kept the crop top on and straddled me again, knees pressing into the sides of my thighs.

I couldn’t touch her. Not yet. She wanted control tonight, and something about watching her take it was sexier than anything I could’ve come up with.

She reached between us, wrapping her hand around me with a little hum, and lined me up. But she didn’t sink down yet.

No.

Carmen Reyes liked the build.

“Tell me you want me,” she commanded.

I growled. “I want you so fucking bad it hurts.”

She grinned. Then she dropped her hips and took me in slowly, inch by inch, letting out a soft, surprised moan like she’d forgotten how good we fit.

I gripped the edge of the couch, jaw tight under the mask. “Fuck, Carmen.”

“Shh.” She ran her nails down my chest. “Good boys don’t talk unless spoken to. Remember?”

She started to ride me—first slow, sensual, like she had all the time in the world to make me lose my damn mind. Her thighs gripped tighter around my hips as she bounced with more confidence.

I watched her take me so effortlessly, completely mesmerized by how well we fit together.

She squeezed my throat.

“Eyes on me,” she breathed, rolling her hips in that way that made my vision go white around the edges. “You keep looking away, and I’ll stop.”

My eyes snapped to her face. “Don’t you fucking dare.”

“Oh? Getting needy again?”

“Yes,” I panted. “Really fucking needy.”

Her pace picked up, and I knew I wasn’t going to last much longer. Neither was she—her thighs trembled, her head fell back, and she let out a low cry that had me barely holding on.

“I’m close, baby,” I warned, voice cracking under the mask.

She bit her lips and fought the moan begging to escape. Those perfect teeth could be used better, I thought. So, I tilted my head slightly and gave her full access to my neck.

“Mark me,” I commanded.

“I—”

“Do it.” I cut her off bluntly. “I’m yours, right? Mark me, Sweetness.”

She leaned in, and sunk her teeth into my skin, unbinding all the restraint I was trying to hold onto. “I’m gonna cum, baby.”

I choked that out as she dragged her lips across my ear. “Cum with me.”

And that was all it took.

It was messy. Loud. Intense. She slumped forward against my chest, both of us breathless and shaking.

I still need more.

“New position,” I commanded as I slid the condom off. Letting her slide into the couch, I retrieved the camera. For this part, it needed to be closer.

Carmen was already on all fours by the time I adjusted the camera to face us. Her back arched, her ponytail falling forward in wild and tangled curls, that sleek black mask still sitting perfectly on her face. She glanced back over her shoulder, lips parted, waiting for me—inviting me.

I stepped behind her, my hand gliding down her spine, settling at the dip of her lower back where her iconic tattoo was.

“You ready for me, Sweetness?”

She arched into me, hungry for what only I can give her. “Yes, Teddy.”

I was tempted to make her beg for it. I wanted her to feel what I felt every time she made me wait for what was mine. I wanted her to be teased. But having her so ready to receive me changed that desire.

I wanted her. Now.

I sank into her and was instantly swallowed by heat. She hissed and lost the arch. I wrapped my hand in that ponytail and pulled her closer.

“Stop running,” I demanded. “You can take this.”

That built her confidence back.

The idea that Carmen Reyes would ever run from dick was almost too much for her pride to bear, and she quickly made me pay for suggesting it. Her hand traveled beneath us, cupping my balls in a firm grip.

“Fuck,” I swore. I caught her cocky side grin, and it turned me the fuck on.

I pulled her hair tighter and began thrusting into her, mercilessly.

She gasped at the motion but didn’t buckle, taking every thrust with a small whimper.

The pace was relentless, almost brutal. My forehead pricked with sweat under this mask as her fingers crawled into the couch fabric.

I got close to her face, one hand snaking around her neck as the other remained tangled in her soft curls.

“Spread your legs wider for me,” I commanded against the shell of her ear. She obeyed without protest, massaging my sack with gentle motions. The sensation buried in my core set my groin on fire.

“Theo…” she moaned.

“What do you need from me, baby?”

“I’m close,” she cried out.

So was I, but I had plans for this load.

Using every bit of willpower I could muster, I pulled out. Carmen’s head whipped up so quickly that I was worried about her neck.

“Relax, Amore mio .” I cooed, lowering her head again. “I’ll get you there, baby. Don’t worry.”

With that, I pulled back, lifted the mask slightly, and buried my mouth between her thighs. The sound that came from her lips was animal. If we had neighbors, they’d complain, even through the soundproofing.

She arched closer, rubbing her clit against my tongue as I sucked her dry and spat it back.

“Theo! I’m gonna—” She couldn’t even finish before she released, bucking and jerking with force that almost broke my nose.

But I didn’t stop, I needed to get my rocks off, too. When I felt the pressure build in my base, I yanked her head back by the ponytail. Quickly, I stood up on the couch, jerking my dick frantically as I stood over her face.

“Open your mouth,” I managed to choke out. She did as she was told, her tongue swiping across my head as she did.

Greedy.

That made me unravel with an earthshaking but satisfied groan. I exploded like a fire hydrant, most went in her mouth, but a lot got on her exposed face and that fucking mask.

I bent down and kissed her roughly, the taste of her and I intertwined on my tongue as she swallowed the last bit of me.

“Look into the camera,” I murmured, my voice low against her lips.

She turned her head, locking eyes with the lens. Her cheeks were flushed, lips kiss-bitten and wet, the faint gleam of sweat and cum still on her skin. I held her by the chin to steady her, her body trembling beneath me.

“Look at you,” I whispered. “You’re so fucking pretty.”

She smiled through her daze, her voice soft. “Thank you, Teddy.”

My grip on her chin tightened just slightly.

“Say it,” I coaxed.

Her breath caught. “I’m so fucking pretty.”

“That’s right,” I said, kneeling over her before trailing my lips down the back of her neck. “And you taste amazing.”

“I taste amazing,” she echoed.

“Who did this to you?” I asked, each word drawn out.

Her voice didn’t waver. “Theodore Clayton.”

“Who do you belong to?”

“Theodore Clayton.”

I pressed a kiss to her shoulder. “Good girl.”

She reached up, pulled the mask from her face, and turned to look at me.

“Teddy?” she breathed out.

“Yes, my love.”

“I love you so much.”

The lump in my throat was sudden and full. I reached for my own mask, tugging it off fully and tossing it aside, needing her to see my face too.

“Baby, I love you so much more.”

She gave me a faint smile before she collapsed onto the couch in exhaustion.

“You okay?” I asked, brushing the back of my hand gently down her spine.

God, I hoped she said yes—because if she did, I was ready to go another round. But when she turned her head to look at me, her eyes were heavy, her limbs lax, and her voice came out slow and sweet.

“I’m okay, Teddy,” she whispered.

She tried to sound convincing, but I knew better. Her body told me the truth before her mouth did.

“No, you’re not,” I murmured, pressing a kiss to her temple. “Stay right here. Let me get you some water and a cold towel.”

She nodded faintly, and I stood up, pulling on my sweats as I walked toward the kitchen.

After grabbing a chilled bottle of water and soaking a towel in cold water, I caught my reflection in the hallway mirror. My beard was coated in a thin white sheen that smelled and tasted like her.

Carmen Reyes. Beautiful, sweet, delicious Carmen motherfucking Reyes.

I smirked and shook my head, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand as I turned to head back into the living room.

Just one more week. That’s all I had left with her.

And I was already starving for more.