Sheikh's Revenge

This is nuts.

She’d come to the party with Will and watched him disappear through the crowd to hang out with old college friends. Then she’d found her way to the roof after about four cosmopolitans and become lost in her thoughts. Addison didn’t even know what time it was, and yet, here she was kissing this amazing man—one with eyes that seemed to shine gold under the moonlight and dark hair like coal. Even as their kiss deepened, she could feel his fingers playing with the waistband of her panties. Fingers that felt a bit calloused, and even that intrigued her, were stroking her skin.

She was usually such a good girl, but look at where that had gotten her. Addison was twenty-three, unemployed, and had debt choking her. The only reason she wasn’t back home was because her brother was letting her stay as his roommate. Maybe tonight she could give in to what passion dictated. They didn’t even know each other’s names or what they truly looked like. If it were just for an hour on this roof and in this sumptuous garden, couldn’t she be happy?

The sheikh stopped for just a moment and reached up with both hands to remove her mask. Addison shook her head and backed away just a bit.

“No,” she said. “I think it’s better with the masks on.”

“And no names?” he asked, his tone amused and not angry. Maybe he was as interested in the stolen moment and in the game as well.

“You’re the sheikh and I’m your kitten for the night,” she said, her voice taking on a husky edge that she didn’t recognize, that she’d rarely heard from her own throat before. Maybe the cosmos had given her more than liquid courage. For the night, part of her seemed like the vixen she’d never been before and could never be under the full light of day. “Isn’t that enough?” she said, stroking his chin and then kissing him again, her tongue plundering his mouth, twisting with his tongue in a rhythmic dance.

The sheikh’s hands were roaming over her body, one tangling in her long and always unruly hair and the other moving back under her skirts. His fingers found their way under the lace of her panties, stroking at the soft hair over her mons. She shuddered at the gentle touch of his fingers, the soft probing as he went lower and towards her most secret and sensitive lips. When the sheikh reached her folds, he spread them wide and then slipped two, thick fingers into her core.

She gasped and, unbidden, arched up her hips to meet his thrusts.

Looking up into those eyes, the ones that shone like gold, Addison moaned her response, “That feels so good. I need more of you, please.”

“I have so many plans for you, kitten,” he said, his voice low and sensual, promising her everything that she’d always wanted. “Just lie down on the ground so I can get to you the way you deserve.”

“God, yes,” she said, even as his knuckles brushed over her pleasure button and waves of pleasure rushed through her core.

She hated him pulling out just for a bit so that she could ease her way to the concrete of the roof. Laying there, she eyed him again, attempting her best come-hither look. The way his erection was visible, pushing up the layers of his robe, and his nostrils seemed to flare under the confines of his modest make made Addison think that, oh yes, she was affecting him as much as he was her.

“Now,” he commanded, “you need to pull your skirts up to your chest. Will you do that for me, kitten?”

She nodded and did as she was told.

Then her sheikh got to his knees and crawled up over her. Addison relished that, feeling the heft of him above her and catching a whiff of his scent—the Scotch mixed with exotic spices like turmeric as well as cinnamon. Everything was exciting about her mystery sheikh. There were things she would ask him if the rules of their game were different. But this was about the mystery, and after this, they’d never see each other again. But if she had just this pleasure, then it would be worth it.

He reached down even as he grinned at her, snaking his fingers under the waistband of her underwear and then tugging hard. The elastic and lace tore away and she yelped a bit, realizing that she’d be unable to wear underwear on the way home.

“Hey! I can’t be commando in a cab!”

“You will be and the cabbie should be so lucky,” he growled, his large hands gripping each thigh and spreading her apart.

Once again his fingers were playing with the soft skin of her sensitive and secret lips, and the contact made her stomach flare with warmth and her body so wet and ready for him.

“Please, no more waiting, my sheikh.”

“But isn’t that part of the fun? Part of the torture of it all?” he asked, kissing his way up her left thigh, his lips soft and moist against her skin. “Isn’t that the real reason for the foreplay, kitten? So that you can anticipate exactly what I’ll do to you and almost die waiting?”

“I want la petite mort and I want it now,” she hissed, digging out the old expression from her knowledge of French and pop culture. “Now.”

The grin spread wider on her sheikh’s face even as he finally loomed low over her slit. Sticking out his tongue, he started in earnest, lapping at her delicate rosebud. The strokes of his tongue were gentle at first, slow and sweet, and she ground against him, hoping he’d understand how much more she’d require.

He thrust his tongue a few times deeply inside of her.

The sheikh pulled back long enough to smirk back at her. “There is no sweeter nectar on Earth than the juices of a beautiful woman. Have no doubt that you’re beyond appetizing, kitten.”

He dove back to her then, and this time his tongue was flicking fast and furiously against her pleasure button, even as he eased his thick thumb inside of her. She screamed loudly, and it felt like all of Boston would have heard the sounds escaping from her throat. Addison wasn’t sure she cared. The pleasure was building from his ministrations.

He added a second finger in with his thumb and began to suckle from her rosebud. It was no longer even just waves of pleasure washing over her. No, that final combination of his finger and thumb deep inside of her and his mouth sucking at her sent her far over the edge. It was if a tsunami hit her full force, every edge of pleasure sweeping her under.

She cried out again and came, her body shaking from the joy of it all.

Even as she went boneless, panting beneath his efforts, Addison felt him continue to scour her, his tongue lapping up all of her juices eagerly.