Beast in My Bed

Copyright 2006 Marianne LaCroix
All rights reserved.

The freaks come out at night, and on Halloween, they come out in full force. I never really believed in the supernatural, but that was about to change—big time.

A few friends and I decided to go out to a club in costume. The idea was to party like we were kids again—in an adult manner of course, including drinks and sex. And the purpose to this little outing was to find a beast to take home for a howling good Halloween.

I think I won hands down, especially on the howling part.

We arrived shortly after ten o’clock at The Penthouse, a fabulous New York City nightclub we go to on occasion. Cover charge is pricey, but you get a wild night for your money. It’s fairly exclusive to get into, but once you do, you’re sure to rub shoulders with some of the rich and famous in New York society.

I really didn’t think I’d end up meeting anyone. Every time I’ve ever ventured into The Penthouse, I would go home to an empty bed. But when I saw him sitting at the bar, watching us at our table, I was intrigued. Enough to want to know who he was.

“He’s looking at you, Sophia,” Cameron said as she tucked some of her straw blonde hair behind one ear. She was the model type with the perfect everything—flawless skin, pouty lips, silky smooth hair and legs that were toned and shapely. Dressed as a naughty angel, complete with a tilted halo upon her head, Cameron was someone I envied—especially for her natural good looks.

I was Cameron’s complete opposite in the looks department. Her fair skin was creamy, mine was mahogany. Her eyes were green like Irish jewels, mine were dark chocolate brown. Her hair was naturally perfect and I had to work with mine every day, making sure the kink was controlled. Hell, I had to go to the salon weekly to get my weave combed out and redone. Cameron had the perfect bod while I was a bit more voluptuous—I had more “cushion for the pushin’”. Of course, men never seemed to mind that too much. But was this guy truly looking at me over Cameron’s model-esque perfection?

“I don’t really think he is. I think he’s hot for you,” I replied, catching a glimpse of his face in the faint light.

This stranger was nothing less than sinfully delicious. He appeared toned, with strong wide shoulders, and his black hair was neatly combed. His steely blue eyes almost glowed, hypnotizing and striking even in the nightclub’s semi-darkness. He gave the appearance of wealth, judging from his stylish and sophisticated clothes—a black cashmere sweater, leather loafers and charcoal grey slacks.

“No, Mr. Drop-Dead-Sexy over there is definitely checking out Sophia.” The third member of our party, Jaynie, turned in her seat to stare openly at the handsome stranger. She was never afraid to say what she felt, especially to one of us. She was dressed like a bar wench with her waist cinched up in a corset, a powerfully sexy and feisty redhead. Men were checking her out and she knew it. She shocked me by saying, “I’d go for him myself, but he seems totally into you, Sophia.”

No way.

“Yeah, you ought to go over and say hi. He’s almost fucking you with his eyes,” Cameron said as she took a sip of her cranberry juice and vodka.

I wasn’t so sure, but glancing over at him again, I felt my body react to his intense gaze. My cunt flowed in anxious anticipation and attraction. My nipples pebbled beneath my silk dress. Even the light fabric was too heavy against them. I wanted to march over to him and rip off my clothes and beg him to feast on my breasts.

He smiled and my heart leapt.

Then he took a sip of his beer and got up. His approach was that of a predator. The look in his eyes told me without a doubt—I was his prey.

“Oh my God, here he comes. And holy crap, he is fucking gorgeous.” Cameron was in awe.

I straightened in my chair, unsure about matching off with such a powerful-looking man.

“Relax, he’s just a guy,” whispered Jaynie.

“Good evening, ladies,” he said in a deep voice—a very primal-sounding tone.

“Hi.”

I know. I’m lame. But having him so close and with the light falling over his figure, I could clearly see he was way out of my league. He was tall and commanding—imposing. I hardly knew how to react.

His eyes met mine and I felt a jolt of knowledge course through me.

This man was going to fuck me tonight.

He reached out his hand and asked with a smile, “Care to dance?”

You could interpret this simple question in a number of ways. Immediately in my mind, images of mattress dancing—sweaty skin, heavy breathing and the musky scent of sex—made my heartbeat flutter. As if my breasts weren’t heavy with need already, I couldn’t stop thinking of him sucking on my nipples with wild fervor.

“Yes,” I croaked and slipped my hand into his. The contact vibrated through my entire body. I was swept away by this man I knew nothing about, other than he looked good in a black sweater and had eyes that pierced my soul.

I could hear the giggles behind me as I followed him onto the dance floor. Then the music slowed. He took me into his arms and pulled me to him. I wrapped my arms about his neck, playing with the incredibly soft hair at the nape.

I was completely lost.

“What’s your name, Little Red?” he asked in my ear. His warm breath sent trickles of pleasure down my spine. Somehow, my own costume of Little Red Riding Hood seemed extremely appropriate. I was the innocent being hunted by the Big Bad Wolf.

“Sophia.”

“I’m Greg.”

I trembled. I was so turned on by him. He wore a hint of Obsession, which to me was one of the sexiest scents a man could wear. It was like an aphrodisiac, making my pussy weep. My panties were soaking.

“I’ve never seen you here before,” I said, trying to calm myself.

“I’m only visiting New York on business. I came here because an associate suggested it as a good place to take in the city nightlife.”

“Oh.” My breasts ached and the tips of my nipples brushed against his chest. I had a hard time not moaning my response.

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah, I’m fine.”

He leaned closer and nibbled my earlobe and I gasped. “What are you doing?”

“I think it’s obvious,” he breathed against my skin. “I’m seducing you. Is it working?”

“Hell yeah!”

He chuckled and I tightened my arms about his neck. I turned my head and his lips were upon mine. His tongue plunged into my mouth and it felt like he was engulfing me into his very being. Our mouths mingled and our lips entwined in a sensual dance. My hands were hungry to touch him and I let my instincts guide them. Hard muscles flexed beneath my touch, and he moaned into our kiss as my nails raked lightly down his back.

He was definitely going to be my Big Bad Wolf tonight.

“Want to leave?” he groaned.

“I really don’t know you.” I really wanted nothing more than to have him plunging into my cunt all night long, but I thought I should mention the obvious. In this day and age, sex with strangers could be dangerous—health-wise and for personal safety reasons. I did have to be careful.

Okay, maybe I wasn’t being too careful. My pussy was making all the decisions here.

However, I had to at least seem like I was not an easy lay. “I don’t go to bed with every man who asks.”

“I know you want me.” His voice was like music, seducing me with a private melody.

Damn it, how could I deny it? My libido was already charged and ready for more.

His spicy cologne combined with the scent of male virility, and it sparked my body’s reaction. Crap, my panties were soaked just from that intoxicating scent. I found myself saying, “I can’t just leave with you.” Meanwhile, my pussy was whispering, I want him inside me, fucking me!

At this point, it was a losing battle.

His hands stroked down my sides to my ass and he pressed his groin against my aching crotch. “Tell me that you don’t want me. Say that you don’t want me to fuck you tonight.” He guided my hips while grinding his steel-solid penis against me. God, it was searing hot even through our clothes.

I surrendered with a moan. I kissed him deep and hard, demanding his passion with each flick of my tongue.

The man was a beast.

“The Big Bad Wolf is going to taste Little Red tonight,” he said against my ear as he began to lead me across the dance floor.