Angel, Devil, Phantom, Fool.

When his fingers brushed the edge of my mask on route to my jaw, he murmured, "Should we take off our masks?"

"Isn't that against the rules or something?"

"I told you- we make all the rules in Paradise."

"But those are probably two-way mirrors," I said, pointing out the gilded framed mirrors placed to have an infinity effect. "What if someone recognizes us?"

"No one's watching in this room. Paradise is where people can share their identities discreetly if they wish. That's why there's a guard out front."

"Oh... Are you sure?"

"I have it on good authority. I'd like for us to take off our masks, but if you're too afraid to see any more of my face than you have to, I understand."

"No! I think you're handsome. Very, very handsome. I'm just afraid that you'll be disappointed. But I am dying to take this mask off, so if you don't mind taking the risk..."

We untied one another's masks and pulled them away. At last, I was able to see his high cheekbones and broad chin in context with the rest of his features. Together with his refined nose and elegantly arched brows, a lock of shaggy blond hair falling over one of his light blue eyes, he was even hotter than I'd thought before.

It was such a relief not to have anything on my face- and to see by Erik's expression that he was pleased with what he'd uncovered as well. He brushed along the contours of my face with his fingers and then his lips.

"Mmm, I've been wanting to take this off you all night," he said, tugging at the ribbons of my bustier until the bow unknotted.

"Me too..." I told him, quickly undoing the buttons of his shirt.

When Erik and I were bare to each other, I could see that he was every bit the hunk I'd imagined. Muscular without being bulky, he appeared to have the kind of strength that comes with flexibility. Broad in some areas, elegantly tapered in others, every line was evidence of his masculine efficiency.

On impulse, I ran my tongue along the shallow groove that started at his navel and ended between his pecs, savoring his salty flavor. I admired him from all angles, as he did me before throwing me on the bed. I shrieked, giggling, but the look on his face as he stared down silenced me. Erik crawled into bed next to me, his erection bobbing against my tummy.

"My name's Devon, by the way," he said, running his hand along my ribs down over my hips to grab a handful of my ass.

"Nina," I told him, chuckling.

"Nina. Short and sweet- it suits you." His mouth surrounded the tip of my breast and he sucked hard on one elongated nipple, then the other.

"Mmm, I'm still not sure how I got so lucky tonight," I mumbled, wrapping my fingers around the base of his cock and stroked from root to tip, my thumb brushing around the precum there ever so gently.

"Me neither. Usually, these parties are filled with spoiled brats and prospecting gold diggers. Most of the women are all too eager to fuck anyone and everyone." While he spoke, Devon's hands were between my legs, rubbing, searching, with just the right amount of pressure.

"Isn't that why men come to these things?" My voice was breathier, higher, as the broad pads of his fingers worked their clever magic.

"I won't lie and say I haven't lusted after those women, but it's a rare delight to meet someone different. Someone so shy and reserved that all I want to do is coax her open and find out what drives her wild." There was a smokey, sensual quality to his voice, like a smooth brandy with a harsh whiskey finish.

"When you got off the Sybian after cumming so hard, it took every ounce of my willpower not to fuck you then and there..."

"I don't think I would have minded that," I purred as his crooked fingers beckoned my pleasure forward.

"Should I get a condom? I always do but if you happen to be on birth control..."

I couldn't help but quake at the thought of him cumming inside of me. I'd only had one man cum in me before, and he'd barely started before he was finishing, but I still remembered rubbing my semen-slicked pussy until I orgasmed.

"Not that I've needed it for the past six months, but yes," I whispered. "And I really want you to fill me up with your cum, Devon."

"I want that too." He laid on his back, his cock twitching against his belly, his balls hanging pendulously below, heavy with seed. "I want you to ride me like you were riding that Sybian... You looked so beautiful, letting go like that."

I'd never been on top of a man. I'd never really done much with a man period, so I was hesitant at first as I straddled his hips. But he looked so sexy sprawled beneath me, possessing me with his gaze, that I let a wanton part of me take over. A part that was sensual and seductive and shameless.

With my dripping cunt hovering over the crown of his manhood, I reached back and guided him to my tight entrance, before gradually taking him inside. Both of us moaned at how good it felt for him to be filling me, stretching me, claiming me. Looking down, I saw his shaft disappearing inside my flared cunt. The heady smell of our raw sex filled my nostrils.

"Oh, Devon, I've never taken a man so deep inside before..."

"Does that feel better than some plastic dick?" he grunted, arching his hips to get deeper.

My fingers twined with his as I held on for better leverage.

"Fuck yes, so much better. You're so thick... and long... and hot... Although you don't vibrate nearly as much," I teased breathlessly when I started fucking him.

Devon laughed, thrusting back up in a rapid pistoning motion while I rolled my hips. His large hands grabbed my breasts, pinching my nipples gently, then hard, and then he pulled me closer so he could suckle them. The skilled motion of his mouth and cock more than made up for his lack of vibration.

When I straightened up again, he yanked my hips down hard until he was finally sheathed to the hilt. I ground my clit around on his nest of pubes, loving how perfectly he filled me. Then I started rocking my hips for my own pleasure while his hands fisted restless on my thighs. I knew that Devon wanted to take me harder, to command my rhythm, but he restrained himself. I could almost see his muscles strain as he resisted the urge to pump me on top of his cock like any other fucktoy.

"Oh, fuck Devon, I'm about to cum... Can you feel it?" I was bouncing on top of him in between churning my hips around.

"Yes, Angel, cum for me... Cum all around my cock," he commanded huskily.

His words and voice, tinged with desperation, broke the surface of the sweet tension building inside. A tidal wave of ecstasy crested and broke, then several more followed in its wake as I rode out my orgasm for as long as I could.

When he flipped me onto my back, I thought he was going to slam his cream-coated dick right back inside of me. But he didn't. He took his time kissing me all over, nibbling and tugging on every part that ached for his attention. When he lowered his mouth to my sex, I felt like he'd found an exposed bundle of nerves.

"Please, Devon, fuck me! I need you to fuck me," I begged.

In an instant, he was stretched over me, his cock brushed against my thigh as I wrapped my legs around him. "Is this what you want, Nina? For me to pound your pretty pussy?"

"Yes, please!" I groaned as he rubbed his cockhead over my labia.

"Fill you up with my cum?" he snarled, circling my entrance.

"Yes, Devon, fuck me and fill me up with your cum. I need it so badly, please!"

Finally he notched the broad head of his cock inside my cleft and I lifted my hips up to meet him. The impact of his weight when he first entered me bordered on painful "Unngg, Devon," I whimpered, nails digging into his shoulders.

"Does that feel good, Nina?"

"So good," I cried.

Devon began stroking in and out, his eyes on mine or looking down at where our bodies joined. He fucked me, but not hard and fast like someone racing towards his own release; he fucked me deeply, deliberately, for both of our pleasure. He was so gorgeous, his abs rippling while his hips circled around, his muscles straining, sweat gathering on the valley above the cupid's bow of his top lip.

"Your pussy feels so fucking good, angel. So tight. So perfect..." And his tempo increased ever so slightly.

I could tell we were both nearing a climax. I could feel him getting harder and thicker inside me, feel him hitting my sweet spots repeatedly, relentlessly. His movements became more desperate, his groans more urgent, his need delving inside of me.

"Oh, god, Devon, I'm so close... Oh, fuck yes, right there," I moaned as he lifted my ass, angling so his cock rubbed against my g-spot. He was screwing me into the mattress, his balls slapping against my ass as his frenzied race to our release reached its crescendo. I barely recognized the sound of my own wails.

"Yes, give it to me, Nina. I love feeling you cum around me..."

Unlike the orgasms I'd felt on the Sybian, this one unfurled petal by petal, a slow burn that ended with a sudden blossom of flame. I called out Devon's name as it consumed me, skimming over my nervous system as it radiated out from my core. As if this triggered his own release, he seized up, swearing and grunting with primal force. I could feel his cock pulsating as he shot his load in the very depths of me, his heart beating frantically as he collapsed a moment later, completely spent.

"Fuck, Angel, I haven't cum that hard in a long time..."

"Me neither."

"Not even on the Sybian?"

"It was intense- but it wasn't the same as having the real thing."

"Hmm... I know what you mean. It's like the difference between being with a fucktoy and being with a flesh and blood woman. Nothing compares to the real thing. And you're the real thing."

I felt my cheeks burn. "I like you a lot, Devon. I think we should go out sometime."

"I think so too. Although I hope you're not just interested in me for the sex."

"No- but that's the main reason."

Devon turned me onto my stomach, slid his hand between my hip and the bed, and cupped my cunt in his palm. I moaned as his thumb rubbed around my interior, spreading his semen around as he massaged my swollen tissues. Then his body was stretched over mine and his cock was stiffening up against my thigh.

"I love feeling my cum inside you, Nina. I think I'm going to have to give you some more." And he shoved a pillow where his hand had been, angling me just right to sink in balls-deep.

***

I lost track of time in Paradise, and when we came back to earth, there was an air of desertion. Set pieces, curtains and signs were being taken down, toys cleaned and packed away, wine glasses and trash cans stuffed with used condoms were being emptied. It was like a carnival being taken down at closing time.

We were both wearing our masks again, but I felt that now I could almost see the rest of his face beneath it. We were also sporting JBF hair, a look that Devon wore very well, and that I would hopefully get more accustomed to. That and the feel of his cum leaking out of my pussy. My lips felt puffy and sore from all the kissing we'd done, and how long I spent cleaning my juices from his cock.

"I hope we haven't stayed too late," I whispered as we walked down the hall, since it felt more like a museum than a party house.

"Don't worry, there are always stragglers and overnighters," he said, gesturing to several people sleeping, naked and entwined together in heaps of exhausted passion.

"Well, I should probably order a Lyft."

"That's right- you came here with the Devil, didn't you?"

"Yes I did- and I doubt she waited around to give me a ride."

"Let me take you home then."

"Oh, I don't want to put you out-"

"Please- I insist."

When we reached the front entry, a fool waiting near the door stopped me and counted the pins I was wearing.

"Congratulations, Miss," he said, handing me a stiff cream envelope.

"What's this?"

"Door prize," Devon clarified. "Find out what you won."

I broke wax seal and pulled out the contents. "Wow- dinner for two at Magnolia's. Valued at a hundred and fifty dollars! Oh my god, that's enough to pay Whitney back for the mask..."

"Then let me buy it from you," he offered, pulling out his checkbook.

"Oh, no," I said blushing. "I wasn't trying to get any money from you. I wouldn't have even gotten these if you'd hadn't been with me. You should have them."

"No, please, let me pay. My girlfriend's been begging me to take her there." And he began scribbling in the amount.

I was stunned and when Devon handed me the check, I wanted to rip it up until I spied what he'd written on the 'notes' portion.

April Fool.

I looked up, grinning. "You jerk- I thought you were serious!"

"Rarely," he chuckled. "Unless I'm asking a beautiful woman to dinner."

"Is that your way of asking me out Mr.- Guillard?" I read on the check he'd handed me. "Isn't this Guillard Estate?"

"Yes it is."

"So that's your home?" I asked in disbelief.

"It's too large for me to call home. I mainly rent it out for events," he said with a shrug.

"Then this is your party too?"

"Sort of. My father founded the Swamp Fox Society, and now that he's passed, I'm the Chairman of the Board, but mainly because the proceeds of our events go to charity. I didn't quite inherit the old man's fox hunting ways."

"I see... Then I really did catch a fox tonight, huh?'

A silver car pulled around and a chauffeur stepped out to open the back passenger seat, but Devon stopped him.

"I'll be driving the young lady home, but thank you," he said, opening the door for me.

When we got in the car, I wondered aloud whether Whitney would actually do her portion of the project if I paid her back for the mask.

"She might if she knew you had some leverage," Devon said slyly.

"What do you mean?"

"Well, strictly speaking I'm not supposed to tell you this, but I happen to know who your frenemy's date was- and I don't think it's a piece of information she'd like getting circulated around the rumor mill."

"Oh? Why not?"

"Because he's her father."

Remembering what she'd said about her 'Daddy' being on the board, I realized Devon was telling the truth.

"I would never spread that kind of rumor though..."

"I know that. But she doesn't."

I couldn't imagine what would stun her more- that I knew one of her dirty secrets, or that I went home with Devon Guillard.

"Wow, this April Fools' Day sure has been full of surprises..."

'It certainly has been," he agreed, taking my hand. "Though technically, it's no longer April first."

"Good, cause you know what comes after April firsts?"

"What?"

"April seconds."