It was stuffy here, but that was nothing new. If anything, that was familiar to her. Y/N had grown up in this environment and it had done nothing but make her resent it. Fake laughter, necks and fingers draped with jewelry so expensive they could possibly pay for the outrageously priced tables they were sitting at (at least the table cost went to charity), women sitting and not so silently judging while their husbands chortled about jokes that definitely weren’t appropriate for the setting because they can’t handle their liquor- it was the same every year. 

A show of wealth that was utterly ridiculous for the ‘charity’ they were fundraising for tonight. 

Couldn’t they have just… Donated everything spent on the party to the charity itself? Whenever Y/N tried to bring it up to her parents, though, she got shut down so… She usually just rolled her eyes and tried her best to disappear into the background.

A masquerade was cliche, in a way, but she took it as an opportunity to actually have a bit of hope to fly below the radar. The idea of not having to get pulled into conversations by hopefuls wishing for a chance to get close to her father via her- A meeting, a deal, or even once, an attempt to get into their family- was a dream. That had been something she dealt with at every social function, but specifically at ones like this and it drove her absolutely mad. 

That was why she tended to avoid this scene like the plague, but she knew she wouldn’t have heard the end of it from her mother. She would have to deal with the huffs and puffs and extra pouting and… she really didn’t want to have to explain herself, so she had decided to show up and play her role of devoted daughter before trying to slip off.

The real question was why she was still there. 

The stirring in her gut as she met eyes through a deep emerald mask answered that question. The mask itself covered just the eyes of the person. An embossed silk around the structure of the mask, intricate gold silver, tied around the back of his head with what was probably an elastic or silk string, it suited him. 

The opposite to her golden one with red details spread throughout. 

His eyes had been on her tonight in a bit too much interest. It had been nearly impossible to miss him, even more so not to feel his gaze as she ambled around and picked at the appetizers, put tickets into the raffle, and avoided men who had been approaching her. 

This time, she found the heat of the gaze towards the bar top. His sharp jaw clenched as a toothpick sat between his teeth, a large hand with ringed fingers wrapped around his glass of amber colored liquor, it wasn’t just a chance meeting of the eyes anymore. He had no problem letting her know that he was watching her.

Admiring.

She had no idea who the tall, broad man was… but she wanted to find out. He wasn’t someone that was a regular to these things, because she was fairly certain she would remember a look like that. Wide shoulders and ringed hands and an intensity about him that had her shivering from across the room.

One of the good things of the night? Y/N knew she looked good. 

It made it much easier to feign more confidence as she decided to end the cat and mouse game. 

The crimson material of her dress flowed elegantly behind her as she walked across the marble floor, each step deliberate as she moved her body towards him. The silk clung to her body in all the right places- something she had been very thankful for when impulsively throwing on the dress her mother had vetoed for being too ‘risqué’ before she had decided to actually show up-  the sweetheart neckline hinting at just enough skin to catch any eye, but not so much as to be truly indecent. The ruby and gold choker around her neck sparkled under the chandeliers, matching perfectly with her mask and highlighting her collarbone. Her heels clicked softly against the floor, drawing attention without being overly loud as she tilted her chin up, meeting his eye as she approached him.

As she closed the distance between them, Y/N took in every detail of the man standing before her. His tall frame was accentuated by the infuriatingly perfectly tailored black suit that fit him like a glove. The broad shoulders she had admired from afar were even more impressive up close, hinting at the strength beneath the expensive fabric. The designer, she wasn’t sure, but just on look alone she knew it had to have been a pretty penny. His hair was styled in a way that suggested he had been messing with it throughout the night, wavy and short, a chestnut brown, but with just enough length for one curl to fall delicately over his forehead. Cute.

As she drew even closer, Y/N's eyes traced the lines of his face, taking in every detail. His stubble was perfectly grown in, giving him a rugged yet refined appearance. It was dark and just thick enough to give him an air of masculinity that was incredibly appealing as opposed to the clean shave she had been seeing most of the night. What these men had against facial hair, she didn’t know- but it was nice to see someone different. His jawline was sharp and defined, a testament to his strong features. The emerald green tie matched the color of his mask perfectly, drawing attention to the seafoam green of his eyes that she could now see clearly.

He was older than her. This was something she had deduced a bit early on into catching him watching her, but the idea of it gave her a thrill. Y/N had a thing for older men, she had to admit, and this one had been on her tail all night. He was interested, and the more she looked at him, the more her body felt it. His tall stature and honestly, simply the way he stood  gave him an air of authority, while his calm, cool, seemingly confident demeanor and the way he carried himself with ease- from what she had seen- suggested he was a man who had seen and done much in his life.

She had no idea who he was, but she was going to find out.

“Were you ever going to introduce yourself, or were you just finding pleasure in staring at me across the room the entire night?” Her voice was airy as she peered up at him, head tilting to the side in question. 

The mysterious man hadn’t moved, hadn’t seemed surprised that she had approached him, and that only made her more intrigued. His lips curled into a slight smirk as he regarded her, seeming almost amused by her boldness. Most people were put off by it. In this sort of social scene, people were far more passive in their language, even if they were attempting to be bold. Y/N had never subscribed to that, and that had her getting in trouble a lot as she had grown up. 

She never grew out of it.

“Perhaps both.” He replied simply, his deep voice rolling off his tongue like velvet. It was a voice that belonged to someone much more refined than herself, and it sent a shiver down her spine. He took a sip of his drink, his eyes keeping hers as he set the glass back down. “Though, I suppose it is only fair that I introduce myself, considering you’ve made the effort to approach me.”

“Well, one of us had to. I’m not in the business of being gawked at by handsome men and not getting to know who it is that’s eyeing me.” Y/N hummed, reaching for his glass and bringing it to her mouth. One sip had her wrinkling her nose, though, because she really wasn’t a fan of whiskey.  “Hm. Expensive but poor taste.” She murmured, placing it back down. “I’ve never been a fan of whiskey. Except Fireball.” The woman shrugged, peering back up at him. “You don’t have to tell me your full name and all your accolades, blah blah blah…. Just give me an initial and I’m good. These things are such brag fests and I’ve heard enough boasting for tonight, though I’m very confident you’re extremely successful just by the way you hold yourself. We can skip all of that.”

A genuine laugh escaped him at her candid assessment and dismissed formalities. It was refreshing in a room full of pretension. The initial was simple enough. "H." He extended a hand towards her, ignoring the whiskey glass she pushed away. "And you are?" His fingers were warm, his palm broad and slightly calloused when they wrapped around hers for a handshake, lingering perhaps a moment longer than necessary. The emerald mask hid any really telling expression his eyes might have shown but his voice held a hint of interest.

“You can call me Dove.” She said simply. Because she was a bit of a bird in a gilded cage, but he didn’t need all of that information.

H was simple and uncomplicated. But the real question was why he had been so intently staring at her. 

“Why have you been staring all night, H?” She asked up front, smoothing the silk of her dress before she crossed her arms.

"Mm." He hummed softly, bringing the glass back up to his lips, right over the lipstick print she had left, and perused her over the rim. He liked that she was direct. It was rare. He had watched countless women bat their lashes and try to draw him in with their bodies tonight, but this one- this one was different. She asked questions without beating around the bush and she didn't give a damn about his status or money. Hadn’t even wanted to know his actual name. A lot of people here knew who he was- and perhaps she did too, but he doubted it. 

"Why would I not admire the most beautiful woman in the room?" He murmured, shrugging his shoulders. “Perhaps I could have been a bit more tactful, but you took me by surprise.”

Y/N usually disliked compliments when it came to these parties. Usually they were thinly veiled insults, or even worse, trying to suck up to her. That wasn’t a thing she liked dealing with, but this one felt genuine.

Or perhaps she was allowing herself to think that because the attraction was blooming in her belly for the older man standing in front of her. 

“You could have been more subtle, yes. But more so, you could have just approached me for a conversation.” Surely he had seen her alone most of the night. Maybe he’d been able to tell she was avoiding certain people, that she lingered along the edge of the gala, but she didn’t know men with his level of assumed power to sit in the background. Call it an inkling, but she knew he had to be involved in something important.

He chuckled, setting the glass down on the table behind him. "Subtlety is not my strong suit when it comes to matters of interest." He stepped closer to her, his voice lowering slightly. "As for approaching you... I was enjoying watching you a tad too much. You can tell a lot about a person just through observing." His eyes flicked down briefly before meeting hers again through the mask. “I could tell you weren’t necessarily in a mood to talk. You seemed tense when people approached you.” He admitted just how involved his staring had been easily. “I didn’t want to be one of them. I have a healthy ego, but m’not sure it could take that blow.” He added with a playful tilt of his lips.

Y/N was… intrigued. It was a difficult thing to get from her, but she felt it as she looked him over and heard his reasoning. He hadn’t wanted to disturb her, and it did make her smile a little when he mentioned his ego, but there were still some questions she had. “Oh, really? What else did you happen to notice by watching me?”

"Your smile." He replied immediately, making her blink in surprise. "It's rare. You don’t give them away easily. Not to be polite like I see most others doing. I find it to be very interesting, considering the social manners around here. But not in a bad way." He paused, his gaze intense behind the mask. "I noticed how you held yourself - straight back, shoulders relaxed. At ease physically but... what I assume to be emotionally guarded. Which is a fair thing to be. The people who frequent these events aren’t necessarily known for their empathetic natures, no matter how much is given to a charity. S’more of a stroke to their overinflated egos." 

He took a step closer, lowering his voice conspiratorially. "Even more so, I noticed how every time a man tried to hit on you, you shut them down with a single look. Terrified them a little bit. I won’t lie.. I must tell you that it’s one of the single most attractive things I’ve seen all year… but again. Not sure if my own bloated ego could take the hit."

Y/N let out a giggle. A true giggle as he finished his observations, because respectfully, what the fuck? 

It freaked her out a little bit to hear the analysis of her, but she did like that he saw that. He wasn’t wrong. She didn’t smile for no reason like she had been raised to do because as soon as she was truly autonomous, she knew she didn’t have to. Regardless of being written off as rude, if she didn’t feel the need to smile… she wouldn’t. Even more so with denying the men. They could take it. There were plenty of women here but she was on her own,  and a seemingly easy target. 

She didn’t want to let herself be. 

And for some reason, she really liked his assessment because it was rare someone could see past some of the barriers she had in place. Attraction she’d already felt had intensified a bit.

“Who says I would have shut you down, H?” She murmured, stepping close to him as she moved her hand to the lapel of his jacket. “What if I indulged in you?”

His breath caught in his throat at her touch, a small but noticeable reaction as his eyes darkened slightly beneath the mask. The air between them seemed to thicken, and he reached up slowly, carefully laying his hand over hers on his jacket. His thumb traced her knuckles before sliding down to cuff a hand over her wrist as he leaned in closer, his voice becoming a whispered husk. "Perhaps..." he said carefully, deliberately, "then I'd have to wonder if I wasn't being played like those other fools you so easily dismissed."

He held her gaze, his eyes searching hers for any hint of deception or playfulness- but there wasn’t any. There was pure interest there, her red painted lips pouted just the tiniest bit. 

The intensity in his voice was palpable, and she could feel the warmth of his breath against her cheek as he spoke. "Because if you were indulging in me," he continued softly, "I'd have to assume that you found something about me interesting enough to warrant your attention. And I'd be damned if I didn't take advantage of that." His thumb gently stroked her wrist.

“How old are you, H?” Y/N’s voice was a soft purr, giving him a coy little look from under her mask. “Because I’m curious. I don’t want to know much, I quite enjoy this anonymity, but I’d like to know that much.” Her teeth sunk into her bottom lip momentarily before letting it go, raising her hand from his jacket to the nape of his neck. “And what is your secret for keeping your hair this thick? Because I’m sure a lot of the men here are very jealous of it.”

A low laugh escaped him at her question, the sound rumbling in his chest as he leaned into her touch at the nape. His fingers tightened slightly around her wrist before releasing it to grasp her hand gently and bring it back to his jacket lapel instead. 

If she continued to stroke the hair there, he would be far more inclined to be inappropriate. even more than he was already being. 

"Old enough to know better than to flirt with pretty things like you at a place like this.” He replied cryptically with a smirk behind the mask, exposing dimples that had her internally groaning, answering her age question without giving a number. Playing her at her own game.Then he answered the second part. “Genetics. Perhaps the tea tree shampoo I use. But M’sure you don’t care too much about that. I can see a question on your face. Why don’t you ask me what you really want to know, Dove."

Y/N liked his call out, letting out a little laugh as she nodded, stepping into him to lean up, keeping her words soft and simply murmured for him instead of possibly straining ears. 

“Okay, H. I’m a little bored of this party. I’ve gone to so many of them… and rarely seen a man like you. So, I’d like to ask if you’d accompany me to the bathroom and entertain me in a different way.” 

“Such as?” His eyes were darker and she knew he knew what she was suggesting, but he wanted to hear her say it. She’d indulge in him. 

Her hand returned to his nape, lips brushing his ear as she spoke. “Take me to the bathroom and fuck me.”

His breath hitched audibly this time at her words, a little groan escaping his chest as his hand raised up to press against her lower back, pulling her flush against him so she could feel exactly how much she had affected him. His voice was rougher than before when he spoke into her ear. "I'd like nothing more.."

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The man pushed her gently against the cool marble countertop of the bathroom sink, his hands gripping her hips as he lifted her up with little effort, all without breaking the kiss. Long fingers dug into the silk of her dress as he pulled her closer, pressing himself between her legs and making room for himself between her knees. “Knew you’d taste good.”

The kiss was hungry and demanding, all tongue and teeth and desperation, hands roamed up her thighs, pushing the silk of her dress up to her hips revealing something he’d suspected- the lack of panties.

His lips curved into a satisfied smirk against hers as he realized she was bare beneath the dress. There had been no feel of anything when he’d touched her first, no lines when he’d been staring, and he had only dreamt of finding this exact thing as he pulled the silky soft fabric up. "Fucking hell," he hissed, breaking the kiss only to trail his lips down to her neck, sucking on the sensitive skin there. 

It was going to be hard to keep his mouth off of her.

 His hands gripped her thighs, spreading them wider to accommodate him better as he pressed his bulge against her. He could feel the warmth, he could smell her, and he wanted proof of her on his trousers. It was filthy, it was raunchy, but he didn’t care. That's what he wanted and he had no problem showing it.

The countertop was cold against her backside, but the heat radiating from him was enough to override it. Y/N had only a single drink tonight because she’d planned on making her escape, but she thanked her lucky stars that she would remember every little bit of this encounter tomorrow. The broad shoulders, warm hands, the scratch of stubble against her throat as his tongue dragged up the side of her neck and teeth biting into the lobe of her ear as she used the heel of her shoe to press him into her- she could relive it all. “Fuck, yes.” She whimpered, dropping her head back to give him space to play.

H took full advantage of the space she gave him, his mouth moving from her ear to her collarbone, kissing and nipping at the exposed, silky skin, grunting in irritation when the gold choker blocked the only sliver of skin he couldn’t reach. His hands slid from her thighs to her ass, pressed between the sink top and her skin, squeezing the rounded flesh as he pulled her even closer to the edge of the counter. Rocking his hips against hers, the thick ridge of his erection pressed against her cunt through his trousers, getting them wet just like he wanted. He groaned against her skin at the sensation, his breath hot on her chest. "So fucking pretty. Get them wet." He murmured. “Greedy, wet little thing. Get the condom from my pocket.”

One hand remained firmly on her ass while the other guided her hand to his pocket, pressing the packet into her palm. His teeth grazed over the pulse point on her neck as he instructed roughly, "Condom. Now, Dove. Put it on me." His hips ground against her again for emphasis, making her whimper at the friction. The cold of the marble provided no comfort compared to the heat burning between them. "Need t’feel you wrapped around me. Usually take my time, but I can’t here. We have t’be quick."

Her fingers fumbled slightly with the black leather of his belt, but with a sharp tug, it came undone, pulled through the belt loops and buckle clattering to the floor. The button of his trousers followed soon after, popping open easily under her deft touch. She hooked her fingers into the waistband, pulling it down just enough to free what she was after.

His cock sprang out, long and thick, the tip flushed ruddy and leaking for her. Y/N bit her lip around the package as she tore the condom open, her eyes widening slightly at the sight of him. “Christ, H.” She breathed, pinching the tip of the condom as she slowly rolled it over his cock. “I’m… This is going to wreck me.”

His satisfied smirk was visible even as he watched her fumble to fit the condom properly, though he couldn't help but laugh softly at her reaction. It wasn't an uncommon one, but it felt especially sweet coming from her.

"Something tells me you can handle it, sweetheart." He placed one hand beside her head on the mirror, leaning in close as he guided her wrist to help her roll it properly. As he pressed his forehead to hers, he gave a chaste kiss to her swelling lips, smiling against them. "Don't worry. I'll wreck you gently. Don’t want t’out you out of commission too quickly."

He released her wrist once the condom was securely in place and brought both hands to her hips, lifting her up slightly to align himself with her entrance.

Manhandling her, just how she liked. Y/N would dream about that later. 

Instead of pushing inside immediately, he rubbed the head of his cock through her folds, coating himself in her wetness. He circled her clit gently with the tip, making her gasp and grip his shoulders tightly, almond tipped nails in matching crimson digging into the wool of his jacket.

"Shh, shh, little Dove." H cooed against her mouth, kissing her softly to silence any noises she might make. “S’much as I want to hear those pretty little noises, need you t’keep it quiet for me. Don’t want to have this end before it’s truly begun.”

The cruel man continued to tease her clit with slow, deliberate strokes, each one making her hips twitch and her breath catch. The tip of his cock was slick with her, glistening under the harsh bathroom lights. He could feel how ready she was for him, how swollen and needy she was, and he fucking loved it. He used this knowledge to his advantage, rubbing gently against that sensitive bundle of nerves until she was practically panting against his mouth.

“Fuck me.” She hissed against his mouth. “Don’t just tease me. Fuck me, H. Put it in me.”

His hand immediately moved from her hip to wrap around her throat, squeezing just the tiniest bit as he pulled back just enough to look her in the eyes. The contrast of his gentle tone against the dominant action was almost cruelly sweet.

 “None of that, little Dove.” The man crooned, making her swallow against his palm. “I am in charge here. And I’ll fuck you when I’m damn well ready.” His thumb pressed down against her pulse point as he finally lined himself up with her entrance. He pressed just the tip inside, making her gasp and arch against him before pulling back out entirely.  “I like t’be the one in control. If you don’t want anything, tell me to stop. Otherwise, I don’t want t’hear a single complaint unless it’s that it feels too good.”

And with that, he began to push in. 

She melted against him almost immediately, almost embarrassingly quickly submitting to the man in a way she hadn’t done before. Y/N didn’t give in like this, she was a fighter, a bit of a brat, but something about the hand in her throat, the challenge in his eyes and the natural power he had made her want to accept it.

She didn’t want to fight. She wanted H to take. 

Her swollen, red stained mouth fell open in a silent 'O' as he filled her completely. Smooth legs attempted to close around his waist, trying to pull him closer even though there was no space left between them as her head fell back against the mirror, exposing more of her neck to him as she breathed out a moan. "That fucking cock... Holy shit." She whined softly, nails digging deeper into his shoulders. "No complaints... just... Jesus..."

"Mhm." H hummed smugly, pressing his forehead against hers as he held himself completely inside of her, letting her stretch around his dick the way he wanted. 

Just how he needed it, only better than he imagined it would be. 

"Just a little too big for your pretty little cunt, hm?" He whispered mockingly, applying the tiniest bit of pressure to her throat gently as he began to move his hips in a slow, lazy rhythm that had her letting out a soft little whimper every time he got deeper. "S’fine, sweetheart. You can handle it. You’re nice and fucking wet for me. Probably the biggest thing you’ve ever had inside you. Isn’t it?”

“Yeah. D-Don’t be cocky.” She mewled, toes curling in her heels as he pushed deeper in. Her eyes rolled back slightly as he began to move, her mouth falling open on a silent cry. Each thrust had her nails digging into his shoulders, her legs trying to cling around his waist as tight as they could get as she felt herself stretching obscenely around him.

H was right, this was the biggest she'd had and it felt fucking incredible. She could feel every inch, every throb as he moved inside her and it made her whine pathetically.

He pulled back slightly before thrusting in again sharply, eliciting a gasp from her lips. His voice was darkly amused as he spoke against her mouth. “Don’t be cocky? Mm… I don’t know about that.” He repeated mockingly before leaning down to kiss her throat. “I think you like it when I talk t’you like that.” His nose brushed against her jaw as he gave another thrust that had her letting out a weak moan. “N’I think you love how much this cock is stretching you, little Dove.”

She moaned softly against him as he continued to move inside her, the sound muffled. It was pathetic how easily she gave into him. How a big cock reduced her to this. How much she loved it. Her voice came out as a breathless whimper when she spoke again. “I-I do.” She admitted freely, her legs pulling around his waist as if she could pull him deeper somehow- as if he didn’t have the strength advantage over her. 

Her hands moved from his shoulders down to his back, nails raking against him through the fabric as she clung desperately. Her hips began to move in sync with his own, meeting each thrust eagerly despite how full she felt. “Fuck me, H. Fuck me. I can take it.”

"Mhm." He growled softly, loving how needy she was becoming. Melting for him, giving into her innermost wants. He wanted her to fall apart around him, to give in. Hand over the control to him. 

His hand tightened around her hip before he moved to her bare thigh, fingers spreading wide as he lifted her up slightly to change the angle and make her take him deeper. "Like this?" He pushed up sharp and swift, making her cry out. “Cute little Dove wants t’be a big girl and take it like this?" He pulled back before slamming inside again, making the sink rattles slightly. His eyes watched her intently for her reaction. The masks hindered full looks at the expressions but it was enough right now. The added layer made it hotter. 

Complete strangers, getting filthy and undone.

The new angle had her throwing her head back in a not-so-silent scream as he pushed deeper inside her than she ever thought possible. It felt like her entire fucking world had been rearranged and all she wanted was for him to rearrange it further. She was practically climbing him, legs wrapping around his torso as high as they could go, arms wrapping around his neck as she clung to him desperately as he thrust into her, eyes tearing up a tiny bit as the deep thrusts had her breathless.

"Good girl." H murmured, his voice thick with satisfaction and a hint of mockery. "Taking that big cock like you should." He thrust into her again, hard and deep, making sure she felt every inch of him. "Such a pretty little thing you are. So fucking tight around me too.” His voice was a low croon as he continued to move inside her. “I bet you’re feeling every inch of me right now aren’t you, gorgeous girl? Biggest cock you’ve ever had."

He watched her closely, his eyes dark and hungry behind the mask. "You're doing so well." He praised her again, voice dripping with that smug satisfaction he had earlier. "I can feel how much you love it. Squeezing ‘round me so tight… Perfect pussy t’take me." His hips moved faster , each thrust deliberate and deep, hitting something inside her that made her eyes roll back slightly. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the bathroom, their heavy breathing echoing off the walls.

Y/N let out a frustrated whine, hating how much she loved his smug attitude. He knew exactly what to say to drive her wild and make her drip around his cock, and it was infuriatingly hot. In any other circumstance she would find it abhorrent. There would have been no chance she would entertain him with it.

She wanted to hate him for it, wanted to push him away and tell him to fuck off with that stupid, arrogant smile... But all she could do was bury her face in his neck and bite down hard on his shoulder to muffle her loud moans as he hit that spot again and again and again, making her embarrassingly wet. So much so that she could hear it.

Just as she was about to lose herself completely in the pleasure, a loud banging on the bathroom door startled them both. H's thrusts didn't falter, but his eyes flashed with irritation. He didn't even pause his movements as he barked out harshly to whoever was at the door. 

"Fuck off!" His voice was a low growl, leaving no room for argument. He didn't even glance at the door, his focus entirely on Y/N as he continued to move inside her. “S’okay, sweetheart. I’ve got you. Locked it for us.”

The banging continued for a moment longer before fading away, leaving only the sound of their heavy breathing and the wet slapping of their bodies together. H’s grip on her was tight, his thrusts urgent and deep. Leaning down to capture her mouth in a fierce kiss, he swallowed any sounds she might make- though it was probably very obvious what was going on.

His voice was a low rumble against her lips as he spoke between kisses. “Someone’s impatient out there. Too bad for them. I’m busy fucking this pretty little thing right now.”

Y/N kissed him back fiercely, her hands gripping his hair and pulling him closer as she moaned into his mouth. The banging on the door had only served to heighten her arousal, the knowledge that someone was out there waiting while H was inside her was incredibly hot. 

A new discovery for her. 

She broke the kiss to whisper against his lips. "Fuck them. Keep going. Don't you dare stop." Her nails dug into his back as she urged him on, her hips rolling to meet his thrusts eagerly. “M’gonna cum.”

His lips curved into another smirk against hers at her breathy command to keep going. "Wasn't planning on stopping." He whispered back, his voice rough with effort. "Look at you, taking it so well." Another hard thrust, deeper than before. "How good do you feel, gorgeous?"

Her response was immediate and unfiltered, her voice breaking slightly as she moaned out her answer. “So fucking good.” Her eyes fluttered shut as she tried to hold herself together despite how close she was to falling apart around him completely. “Too good… I’m gonna cum soon.” Her nails dug into him, as if trying to anchor herself from falling apart completely. Her hips rolled against him eagerly meeting each thrust. This was dirty and hot and everything she didn't know she needed.

"Cum for me, sweetheart." He coaxed against, his voice rough with the command command.  "Let me feel that pretty pussy squeeze my cock when you cum just for me." His words were dirty and demanding and she could feel every syllable, exactly what she needed to push her over the edge. The bathroom door banged again in the background but it was a distant noise compared to H's voice in her ear urging her to cum. “C’mon, Dove.”

With a choked cry muffled against his shoulder, she came undone completely. Her body trembled,  as her pussy spasmed around his cock, the molten heat washing over the entirety of her body and heating up her face. The combination of his dirty talk and perfect angle had her completely losing control, her entire body wracked with pleasure. She bit down hard enough on his shoulder that there would possibly be visible teeth marks underneath the suit jacket as her orgasm crashed through her, a strangled cry escaping her throat against the fabric. The only sounds left were her broken breathing and his pleased hum of satisfaction. 

"Thaaat's it. Beautiful girl."

His thrusts became sloppier but no less intense as he chased his own release. She could feel him twitching inside her as he got closer, the sensation almost too much but perfect at the same time. His hips lost their rhythm against hers, almost erratic now as he neared his end. "Fuck. Fuck- You feel... too… fucking good." His words trailed off into a throaty moan as he buried his face in her neck, teeth clamping down gently on her skin to return the favor.

With a final, deep thrust, H came with a low groan against her neck. His cock throbbed inside her as he filled the condom, his hips jerking forward as he chased the last of his pleasure. 

It was heavy and hot and fucking perfect. 

He remained buried  inside her as he came down from his high, his body pressing her into the sink and her back against mirror behind her. For a long moment, the only sound was their ragged breathing mixing together as they came down from their high. The bathroom smelled like sweat and sex and perfume, just like a mid gala fuck probably should.

Pressing a soft kiss to her lips, he lingered for a few moments before pulling back slightly. His voice was breathless but laced with tired affection as he spoke against her mouth. “Just… Give me a second. M’gonna clean you up, I promise. Not a complete arsehole.” He murmured, his forehead resting against hers as he caught his breath.

His hand came up to cup her cheek gently despite the fact that they were still locked together intimately, adjusting the mask to see her eyes properly again. “My knees feel a little weak.” He admitted with a small laugh.

A little giggle left her lips, almost drunken in nature as she pecked his pretty, deep pink lips. She felt a little insane, but in the way only a good fuck could provide.  “How does your ego feel now, hm?” She asked with a hum. “Considering I didn’t shoo you away and you got to see what every other man who approached me was probably thinking of when they said hello?”

A genuine laugh escaped him at her teasing, the sound warm. He returned her gesture, pressing another quick kiss to her lips before pulling back just enough to look into her eyes through the mask. "My ego is actually feeling quite satisfied right now," he murmured proudly. "Didn’t think I'd get to see you so close up like this, but M’very happy you decided to come over to me."

His hand slid down from her cheek to rest on her waist, thanking himself for not making too much of a mess of her dress. Her lipstick was faded and was most definitely transferred on his lips and his neck, but that was a badge of honor he would wear proudly. 

"Fucking gorgeous." He kissed her again briefly before pulling out slowly, making her hiss at the sudden emptiness. “Sorry, M’sorry darling.” He murmured, cupping over her cunt as he leaned over to gather some tissues. “Just let me take care of you, yeah?”

“You’re more of a gentleman than I’d imagine a man who railed me in a private bathroom after staring at me all night to be.”

He snorted a laugh as he gently cleaned her up, his touch tender and caring despite the rough manner in which he had taken her moments ago. "Well, Dove," he said with a playful smirk, which she understood now to be one of his signatures. "I may have been staring at you all night with plenty of dirty thoughts running through my head, but that doesn't mean I can't treat a lady right after getting what we wanted." He tossed the used tissues into the bin and adjusted her dress back into place before kissing her deeply again - this time slower than before.

His lips moved to her jaw, then her neck, placing soft kisses where his teeth had been earlier. He was being gentle and almost sweet now - a stark contrast to the man who had just fucked her against the sink- before the man straightened up, pulling down her dress as she stood from the countertop and fixed her hair slightly before adjusting his own clothes, leaning down to grab his belt.

"There we go," he murmured, his voice back to that smooth, charming tone he had used earlier. "All cleaned up and… somewhat presentable again. No one will know what happened here but us."

“Isn’t it a good thing this is a masquerade?” She purred, adjusting his tie in return. “Thank you for a good time, H. Maybe we’ll meet again one day, unmasked. But I’ve got to get going.”

He smiled warmly at her, thumbing over her smeared lipstick and doing his best to fix what he could. "Indeed, it is." He agreed, his voice low. "The mask does add a certain anonymity to the whole affair, doesn't it?" 

The mask made it thrilling, dangerous even. It allowed them to be whomever they wanted for the brief time they'd shared together, and he was thankful he got to experience it. He knew that without it, it would have been a lot less easy to be as carefree as they just had been.