Chapter 12
I reached for my dress and turned it over, searching for the right way up to put it on.
“What? Don’t go.” Mason held up his hands. “I’m sorry. It’s me, isn’t it? Please continue.”
I paused, my arms threaded into my dress, ready to curl it over my head.
He wriggled to the edge of the bed and sat with his feet on the floor and a massive erection that looked like it was trying to burst from his trunks.
“Are you married?” I asked.
“No.”
“Girlfriend?”
“Recently separated.”
“Oh.” I took my arms out of the dress. “How recent?”
“Three weeks.”
“Hmmm.” That was recent. “Do you still love her?”
He cocked his head and looked up to the ceiling. “Yes and no.”
“Well, that’s cryptic.” I held my dress against my nakedness.
“It’s a long story.” His shoulders sagged as if burdened by the weight of the world.
For some inexplicable reason, I felt sorry for thiscompletestranger, and after a deep sigh, I put my therapist hat on and strode to the bed. “May I?” I indicated to his side.
“Sure.” A small smile curled at the sides of histotallykissable plum-colored lips.
I felt ridiculous sitting there in just my underpants but resisted covering myself and forced confidence into my demeanor. “Want to tell me what happened?”
“There’s not much to tell.Shewants to get married. You know, settle down, have kids, get a dog, a home, and a huge fucking mortgage. I don’t.”
Hmmm, he was talking my language. “What do you want?”
“I’m only twenty-six. I’ve spent my whole life doing what everyone else wanted.Gota degree in engineering—my parents’ passion, not mine.Gotengaged to my high school sweetheart—her idea, not mine. Helping my brother in his bandfrom time to time—his idea, not mine.”
“You don’t like the band? But you’re so incredible.” It always surprised me how good I was at lying.
He shifted in his seat to look directly at me, and I, too,shiftedhis way. His stunning eyes were as blue as Arctic ice.
“Thanks. I love playing guitar. But not like that.”
His voice was soft, melodious. I could listen to him speak all day long. “Like what then?”
“I hate the noise of those places, and I hate that you play an entire set and not one person in the crowd listens.”
“I listened.” My naughty lie had me glancing down at his groin. The flagpole was no longer there, but a bulge was still prevalent.
“You’re not like the other girls.”
“I’m not like any other woman.” That was an understatement.
“Hmmm. You know my brother, Dallas?”
I nodded, hoping he didn’t ask me to describe him for clarification.
“He convinced me to come on this tour.Toldme it was the perfect way to get over my breakup with Dawn. He said the women would be hanging off me every night.” He ran his tongue over his bottom lip. “I didn’t believe him. But also, I wasn’t interested. The women I’ve seen hanging around the band . . .well, let’s just say they’re not my type.Until now.”
He moved his hand, and when he rested his warm palm on my thigh, I wascertainthe earth moved.
“You sure are easy to talk to. What’s your name anyway?”
“Memphis.”
Suddenly, Mason was on me. Our lips locked. In one move, his leg rolled over my hip, and he pushed me back. Our tongues mingled in a greedy wrestle to taste each other. His hands cupped my breasts, firm and confident, as he squeezed and caressed them. I drove my fingers through his hair and pulled him down onto me, wanting the heat of his body against mine.
The fire in me ignited. Flames licked up my insides, feeding a burning desire for this confused young man. His flagpole was back, and the firm rod nudged against my pubic bone as his hips writhed over mine. He rolled his body to one side, yet we kept kissing, our breaths mingled as our tongues explored.
His hand glided over my belly and fed into my panties, seeking the heat between my legs. Every bit as eager as he was, I raised my hips and parted my knees. He plunged his finger inside me, and his breathing deepened, as did mine, as he thrust his finger in and out with frightening speed. Thefinelace of my underwear was no match for his excitement, and the sharp ripping sound confirmed yet another pair was gone.
It was totally worth it.
From this angle, his palm ground over my clit with each plunge of his finger.
I cried out, and every muscle in my body pulsed to an orgasmic beat, and I pulled his hair, holding his head in position next to mine as my climax tore through me.
It was hot. It was explosive. Ittotallyrocked my world.
It was a long, intense moment before I released the fistful of hair so he could move.
He pulled back. “Holy fuck, that was hot.” His eyes were enormous.
“Uh-huh.” Words were not a priority for me right now.
“No, I mean, like hooooollllllly fuuuuck.”
I frowned. Maybehe’dnever helpedhisex-girlfriend to orgasm. If it were true, the thought horrified me. To be in a relationship for all those years and never bring her to an explosive climax was a sad, sad story. I needed to show this puppyexactlywhat a woman could do.
I flipped him onto his back and straddled him.
His rock-hard cock prodded my bottom. “Put your hands above your head.”
He did, and I pushed up to my feet and stood above him like a mighty warrior about to conquer my disciple. I wriggled out of the ruined underwear and tossed them aside. Then I looked down at him, waiting until our eyes met. “We’re only getting started.”
His Adam’s apple bobbed up and down, and as his eyes bulged, I stepped back over him. The deep blue in his eyes flared as his gaze fell on my pussy. His lips parted, and the rise and fall of his chest increased. His reaction had every nerve in my body tingling. I glided my finger over my pubic hairs and, bending my knees, drove my finger into myself.
Mason’s eyes widened. His tongue flicked out to wet his lips, and he reached up and rubbed his thumb over my clit. The sensation had my insides shooting skyrockets through my body. Within seconds, all control was gone, and I plunged my finger into myself over and over.
He added his finger to mine, and it was a whole new sensation. Together, we drew out a glorious orgasm that made my knees buckle until I thought I’d collapse. My juices pulsed from me, trickling over my hand and down my legs. Mason grabbed my hips and pulled me down, and using his hand, he nudged his cock toward my opening.
My mind screamed, and I managed to launch off him before he penetrated me. “Hold it right there, bigfella. We need a condom. Don’t move.”
I raced to my bag and plucked a condom from the side zipper. “Put this on. Quick.”
He snapped it from my fingers, peeled it open with his teeth, and rolled it onto his massive erection. I straddled him again. “Now, where were we?”
He wriggled his eyebrows, and I reached down between my legs, wrapped my fingers around his cock, and guided it to my pussy. Once in position, I put both hands on his chest, and as I glided that glorious beast into me, my eyes rolled. Mason filled mecompletely, like the final puzzle piece slotting into place.
With my hands on his chest, I rose up and down, taking charge of the speed and depth. Mason’s hands clutched my breasts, gripping them firm and tight as he squeezed over and over. Each drive of his cock inside me produced another layer to my building climax. But this orgasm was different from my others. It was deeper somehow.Moreintense, growing slowly, slowly as it reached every nerve in my body.
Mason clenched his teeth,makingthe muscles in his jawbulge. I pushed back from his chest and drew my feet and knees up,so I squattedon top of him.
His cock was deep,deepinside me, and it felt so good.
He thumbed my clit, and I clutched his arm for support and rode him like there was no tomorrow, in and out, up and down. With every plunge, his cock thumped that wonderful part inside me that demanded attention.
“Fuck. Yes!” Mason yelled. His eyes shot open, but he didn’t seem to be seeing. He shut them again, and as he dug his fingers into my hips, I rode him up and down until my hot juices flowed again.
Gasping for breath, I fell to his chest, and he clutched me to his body. As I lay there, listening to his galloping heart, his cock gradually shrunk inside me.
Soon, I eased off him, nestled into the crook of his arm, and let out a huge sigh of contentment. A couple of minutes later, I rolled over to the side of the bed and stood up. As I gathered my bits and pieces from the floor, Mason wriggled to the end of the bed and draped the sheet over his groin.
One look at my panties was enough to knowthey were ruined. I stepped over them and picked up my dress. Without my bra on, I pulled the black dress over my nakedness.
Mason cleared his throat. “You’ve convinced me.”
As I put my shoe on, I frowned at him. “About what?”
“That I should be happy that Dawn left me. There’s a whole world out there I haven’t explored. You’re just the beginning.”
I liked that, and when Mason’s smile lit up his face, I knew he meant every wordof it. I inclined my head. “Glad I could help.And thank you for giving me a hot new memory to go with a sexy rock band.”
He chuckled. “You’re welcome.”
With my underwear in my bag, I slung it over my shoulder, strode to his door, and exited his room. As I tugged on the sides of my dress, I strolled to the elevator, pressed the button, and as I waited, I pondered what he’d said. How many people were in marriages purely to please someone else?
It was a horrifying thought. I was ready to find the man of my dreams, yet I wasn’treadyto settle down with kids and a mortgage. Thank God Alexander and I hadn’t had children. That would have been a disaster. There was still so much I wanted to do. I wanted to travel, I wanted . . . The doors pinged open, and Needledick was right there.
My heart exploded as his eyes bulged.
I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t fucking move.