He did away with my doubts without mercy—I didn’t stand a damn chance—and he replaced them with unbridled need and the urge to beg.
“Mason,” I whimpered.
“Jesus fucking Christ, you were made for me.” He finally removed his hand and sat back on his haunches. He stared at me as he pushed down his jeans and shifted a hand under his boxer briefs. “Take off the rest of your clothes, darlin’.”
Fine, sure, but I couldn’t just lie there the whole time. I didn’t work that way. “It’s my turn to have fun first.”
He quirked a brow and watched me get off the couch.
“Sit down properly,” I requested, dipping my fingers below the waistband of my shorts. He’d given me the boost of confidence I needed, so as soon as he was in position, I stepped out of my shorts and panties and sank to the floor between his legs.
I loved how evident the dark desire was in his eyes, and I didn’t have to twist his arm to get his jeans off. He lifted up a bit as I pulled them down, and then my gaze was fixed on his cock. Christ, he was big everywhere. I leaned forward and wrapped my fingers around him, and he drew in a deep breath through his nose.
“We don’t have anything to worry about, right?” I stroked him slowly, caressing the soft skin that stretched around his cock, and I brushed the pad of my thumb over the sensitive head.
He shook his head and cupped my cheek. “Not a damn thing on my end.”
“Good. Same here.” I closed the distance and gave the head of his cock a wet, openmouthed kiss. “I want to feel you without protection.”
He cursed through a shudder and wove his fingers into my hair along the back of my head.
Closing my eyes, I shut out the world for a moment and sucked him into my mouth. Whatever I could fit anyway. Long, unhurried movements, where I traced every ridge of him with my tongue. I’d forgotten how much I loved this. Now it was bringing me back to life, waking up a new hunger within me, and I made sure he could feel it.
His breathing patterns changed, and I sensed the urgency in him too.
“Fuck, that’s good.” In a burst of impatience, he worked my ponytail free of the rubber band and wrapped my hair around his fist. “That’s it. Keep sucking me.”
I clenched my thighs together and sucked him harder, feeling equally empowered and ready to worship. As I kneeled there on the floor for him, I became so fucking wet that I didn’t know what to do with myself. I needed him. I moaned around his cock at the first taste of his pre-come, and his thighs tensed up.
“Jesus,” he breathed. “You’re a little too good, darlin’. I’m ready to give you a kidney.”
I couldn’t take it anymore. All rational thought had left my brain, and the desire had pooled low. “I’m not interested in your kidney,” I said, climbing up his body. “Give me your cock, Mason.”
“Fuck,” he groaned. “Say that again.”
I kissed him softly and pressed the head of his cock between my legs. “Please give me your cock, Mason,” I whispered. “I need to feel you.”
He exhaled unsteadily and slid his hand between my legs too. “You don’t know how long I’ve waited to hear those words.”
“Oh God.” I sucked in a sharp breath, and all I could focus on was his middle finger playing with me. He’d said something…something important. Waiting for me. Or something. He’d waited…?
“You’re soaked, Lis.” He slowly pushed that long, lone digit inside me and pressed his lips to the corner of my mouth. “Is this where you want my cock? You want me to fuck your perfect little pussy?”
I nodded quickly and let out a pleading noise.
“Lie down on your back.” He nipped at my bottom lip. “And spread those legs wide for me.”
Yes, sir!
I fell back against the couch and absently planted a hand over my lower stomach, but he wouldn’t have that.
“Don’t even.” He batted it away, then grabbed two of the back cushions and threw them behind the couch. They landed somewhere near the foot of the stairs. “No hiding, Lis. Not from me.”
“Okay.” I smiled slightly and placed my glasses on the coffee table. “You’re just so…you. So fucking sexy.”
He lowered himself over me, and his body heat radiated through me. “I’ll give you a stern lecture about body image later. Right now, I’ve got someplace to be.”
I let out a breathy laugh and pulled him in for a hard kiss.
He smiled into the kiss and gripped his cock, pushing it against me. “I can’t believe how fucking wet you are.” He was intent on driving me insane. He rubbed the head of his cock through the wetness and applied pressure to my clit with each pass. “You make…” He finally started pressing inside me. “…my mouth…” Oh God. All in. It burned at first. “…fucking water. Fuck. Fuck.”
I buried my face against his neck and breathed shallowly through the sting. Probably a bad time to tell him it’d been a while for me. A long while. Christ, I hadn’t anticipated feeling like a damn virgin.
“Holy hell,” I panted.
He gritted his teeth. “This is where you tell me you’ve never felt so stretched and full before to stroke my ego.”
“All that,” I gasped. “Oh my God.”
He exhaled as he withdrew his cock, then pushed forward again and set a firm pace with long, deep thrusts that would take me a minute to get used to. I whimpered, which I suspected he enjoyed. Even I was beginning to suspect I enjoyed the burn, because I couldn’t stop myself from meeting his movements, and my arousal betrayed any pain I felt. I could fucking hear how wet I was.
“Take me,” I heard myself say in a pleading tone.
What was wrong with me? My mind hadn’t caught up with my body, and my body was evidently a fucking slut.
Mason wrapped his fingers loosely around my throat and rammed into me, stealing my breath and my ability to think.
“Those are some magic words,” he murmured darkly against my lips. “I want you to rub your clit for me. Get your fingers nice and wet and then put them in my mouth.”
I flushed, wondering if my whole face just turned red, but did as he’d asked. Or told. Definitely told. He was a force to be reckoned with. His rich voice made me want to fall in line and earn praise.
I moaned as I circled my clit, and everything suddenly felt so goddamn perfect. His thick cock moved in and out of me, eliciting wet sounds and groans from us both, and I sort of lost track of time and space. Everything turned into a chase for more pleasure. For harder, for deeper, for faster.
He hummed around my fingers and sucked my wetness from them.
Then he changed the angle slightly and began fucking me into the cushions, and I clung to him. I dug my heels into his ass, I clawed at his back, and I pressed openmouthed kisses to his neck and jaw.
When I thought it couldn’t get any better, he slipped a hand between us and rubbed my clit. In a second, everything intensified within me, and I arched into him and cried out.
“So fucking beautiful.” He rested his forehead to mine and told me to look at him, and my body obeyed before I’d even processed the words. Just as well. The second we locked eyes, there was no other place I wanted to look. His eyes drew me in unlike anything else. They’d always held a generous dose of severity, even when he laughed and was perfectly at ease.