25. Mason
TWENTY-FIVE
MASON
The second her taste hits my mouth, I’m lost.
Maybe I should pull back, maybe the right thing to do is stop whatever this is and try and get to the bottom of why she saw my gun and freaked the fuck out. But the truth is, I don’t want to bring it back up. Don’t want to talk about me again or how she was so panicked I knew that nothing less than the truth would pacify her.
Guilt threatens to sink its way into the moment, but I push it back.
Call me selfish.
Call me a prick.
Both of these things are true. Neither of them change the fact that when it comes to Lily, I’m weak. A slave to my vices, just like I always have been.
My hips push against her as she grinds down on my lap, all the blood leaving my brain and rushing to my cock. The steady friction has me physically throbbing, my dick straining underneath the fabric, desperate to know what it’s like to slide inside of her.
With one hand around her waist, my other slips her jacket off her shoulders, the sound of the light thump when it hits the floor muffled from the way my heart pounds in my ears. My fingers tease the hem of her tank top, exposing her silky skin, making me dizzy with the need to see her bare. To soak her in like sunshine, and store up her rays, hoping they’ll get me through the inevitable dark days to come.
She raises her arms, and I push the fabric up and over, letting it fall somewhere on the floor, leaving her braless and beautiful before me.
I’ve seen her bare breasts before, had the taste of them on my tongue, but it still doesn’t prepare me. It’s a visceral experience, her half-naked and panting on top of me. I take her in, my chest squeezing as I wonder how the hell I got so lucky and how the fuck I’m going to keep her.
I cup her breast, the weight of her in my hand making my mouth water. My arm wraps back around her waist, and I bend down, sucking her areola into my mouth. She moans, her fingers tangling in the short strands of my hair, her hips moving in a torturous rhythm on my lap.
Heat collects at the base of my spine, and I stifle a groan.
My lips move across her chest, dipping in the valley between her breasts, and I lave kisses along the ridges of her chest bone until I reach her other nipple, twirling my tongue around the hardened peak, her fingers tightening in my hair.
“Alex,” she moans.
That name from her lips flips a switch, desperation oozing from my movements, wanting to be closer. Needing to inhale her until she coats my lungs, infusing my heart with her essence. My mouth releases her nipple with a pop, and I surge up, my hand gripping the back of her neck, jerking her into me until our mouths collide.
The kiss is harsh and greedy, my tongue prying her lips open, desperate to show her with my actions what I feel for her with my soul.
She moves, her palms sliding down my chest until they reach the hem of my shirt, lifting the fabric. My lips break away to help her, and she rips the material over my head. She sits back, stilling her movements, her eyes widening as she gazes at the colorful patterns swirling from my shoulder to my chest, covering almost every inch of free skin.
My body burns from her stare.
Slowly, she reaches up and traces the patterns, goose bumps sprouting under her touch, every slide of her fingertips a straight shot to my cock.
“Do these all mean something?” she asks, her voice low and raspy.
My heart falters, and I nod, hoping she doesn’t ruin the moment by asking. She doesn’t, choosing to lean in and press soft kisses to my chest instead. A shiver works its way up my spine and wraps around my body, a knot clogging my throat when her lips linger on the area above my heart. Her hot breath coasts across my skin, making my abs clench, and I swallow, forcing the emotion back down.
Her fingers work their way down until they reach the button of my pants. She pops it open, slipping her hands underneath, tugging. My hips lift to give her more access, and she slides them off my body, my cock springing free. When her hand wraps around the shaft, my eyes roll back, pleasure skittering along my insides. I suck in a breath as she slides her palm from root to tip.
“ Fuck , Lily.”
My hands glide down her curves, fumbling with her jeans, the desperation prodding my nerves and making me clumsy. She helps, lifting her hips until she’s hovering, and once I get them off, it’s just her pink, panty-covered pussy directly in front of my face. Precum bubbles from my engorged head and her fingers swipe over the liquid, coating her palm as she slips it back down with ease, twisting once she’s at the base.
I groan, gripping the front of her underwear and pulling until I feel the flimsy fabric give way. Her mouth parts, and the sight of the red marks left on her hips makes my stomach churn with heat.
The pink fabric is soaked through with her juices and I take the opportunity to shove them in her parted mouth. “Taste yourself, baby.”
The fingers of her free hand wrap around my wrist, and she moans through the cotton.
Jesus.
Her hips drop back down, resuming her earlier rhythm on my lap, only now I’m transfixed by the sight of her pussy lips splitting open, her clit sliding up and down the length of my cock. It’s erotic as fuck, and my balls tense, sending a coiling sensation spiraling through me.
Leaning in, I grab the panties from her mouth with my teeth, spitting them on the floor and replacing them with my lips. Her hand leaves my dick, moving to grab the back of my head as she sucks my tongue. And then she’s the one positioning my length at her entrance, and she’s the one pushing down inch by tortuous inch until I can’t see straight from the blinding pleasure.
My head lolls back as she sinks fully on top of me, the warmth of her pussy gripping me like a vise, my abs tensing from how fucking perfect she feels with me inside of her.
She mewls, lifting herself up and slamming back down hard , working her hips in a figure-eight motion before repeating the process, and I’m…fucking lost in everything that she is. Praying to a God I don’t believe in that somehow I’ll get to keep her.
But it isn’t long until I feel a shift. Her movements become stiff—robotic—the heat being sucked away by a sudden chill. My eyes pop open and notice her staring blankly at the wall behind me.
I grab the nape of her neck again, forcing her face to mine so I can look into her eyes. But it’s like she isn’t there.
What the fuck?
I push her sharply, stopping her movements, my heart stuttering when her facial expression barely changes as her eyes move from the wall to me.
She’s no longer with me.
And that just doesn’t work for me.
Moving both palms to her hips, I pull her off me, standing up and throwing her on the bed. She gasps, a bit of life flashing into her eyes. My hand grabs her throat, fingers squeezing the sides so tight the tendons bend from the pressure. And then I pull until her back is bowed off the bed, her nose brushing against mine.
“Come back to me, little bird.”
Her eyes flicker and focus, and my chest loosens, relief dousing the worry.
“Are you okay?” I loosen my grip.
She gasps for breath, nodding.
“Do you want to stop?”
She shakes her head.
“Do you remember your safe word?”
She nods again.
“Good.”
I dive down, my teeth sinking into her lower lip until tangy copper floods my taste buds. “You think you can ride my dick and not be here with me while you do it?”
She groans, her hips lifting off the bed, her slick cunt rubbing against my swollen cock. My free hand circles her nipple, rolling the bud between my fingers and pinching. She gasps, her chest pushing into my palm.
“Answer me.”
She shakes her head. “No. I’m sorry. I?—”
I chuckle. “You will be sorry.” Gripping my shaft, I stroke up and down, spreading the juice from her pussy until I’m coated in the wetness. “You don’t want to give it to me the way I want.” My fingers twitch against her neck, her pulse thrumming erratically under my thumb. I position myself at her entrance. “Then I’ll take it the way I need.”
Her eyes blaze to life, and the uncertainty floats away, satisfaction clicking into place like a puzzle piece. This is what she needs.
“No,” she whispers.
Smirking, I thrust inside of her, shoving my cock so deep I see stars.
“No,” she says again, pushing against my chest. Her nails dig into my pecs, like her tiny body is enough to move my six-foot-seven frame. Arousal stabs at my insides, spreading through my limbs, so sharp it feels like needles. Moving from her neck, I grab her hands, ripping them off me and pinning them above her head.
“You can act like you don’t want this.” I thrust harder on the word, my eyes cataloging her face, attuned to her every motion, making sure she likes what I’m giving. “But your pussy can’t lie the way your filthy mouth does.”
My cock is so hard it feels like it might rip her in half. “Should I make you come to prove it?” I move both her wrists into one hand, sliding my other down her body until my fingers reach her swollen clit. Her body jolts, and she gasps, her knees pressing into my stomach, trying to push me back. My hips piston in and out of her, punishing her for making me feel so fucking much.
She moans again, her body arching as I rub her pussy, and my balls tighten, tendrils of pleasure spiraling through me until I worry I’ll pass out from the feel of her walls fluttering around me.
And then…she explodes, a scream leaving her mouth as she creams my cock. The rhythmic massage is all I need, and it pushes me over the edge, my balls tightening, shooting cum so deep inside of her, I can almost feel it painting her womb.
Jesus Christ.
Collapsing on top of her, I lay my head in the crook of her neck, pressing soft kisses to the side of her throat where pink marks from my fingers have left an imprint. I come out of my haze, my chest rising and falling as I try to catch my breath, my hand smoothing down the hair on the back of her head.
She gazes up at me, an indecipherable look in her eyes, and it’s only then I realize her body is trembling. I lean in, pressing a kiss to her lips. “Are you with me, baby?”
She nods, sucking on her teeth.
One of my arms wraps around her waist, the other stays on her head, and I pull her closer, her leg wedging between mine.
Tears slip silently down her cheeks and my chest squeezes. I cup her face, wiping them away with my thumb. I want to say something, but I’m not sure what to say, so I stay silent, cradling her as she processes her emotions. I’m not surprised she has them after what we just did.
I sure as fuck do.
I’m feeling all kinds of things.
And as I lay here, holding the only woman who’s ever made me ache for something more, my chest cracks in half, knowing that one day she’ll find out the truth, and then I’ll have to leave her and all of these feelings behind.