Chapter 29
Chapter
Twenty-Nine
MIRA
M y heart flutters in my chest and I’m filled with desperation to get closer to Mason. My entire body needs him. His touch, his heat. To feel his skin against mine. In a swift movement, Mason picks and I forget for a moment that we’re in a very public courtyard that anyone could walk into.
But I don’t care.
I wrap my legs around him as he deeps the kiss, tongue pushing into my mouth. Everything disappears and all I can think about is how much I want Mason. And then two small dogs bark and the gate opens.
Mason sets me down and we break apart, smiling at each other.
“Want to go upstairs?” I ask and he eagerly nods. I clip Violet’s leash back to her collar and we head inside. He’s holding my hand as we walk and as soon as the elevator doors close, we’re kissing again. This time, we stumble through the hall together, not waiting to break apart. It feels like forever until we’re in my apartment, and I slam the door behind us. Mason picks me up again, and we make it as far as the couch before he sets me down, kissing me with fervor. I lay down and pull him to me, undoing his pants as fast as possible. I fumble with the belt, frustration rising inside me as my body demands to be touched.
Planting both hands on his chest, I push him back and sit up, swinging my legs over the couch. I hook my fingers through his belt loops and pull him to me, so he’s standing right in front of me. Using the dim lighting coming in from the large kitchen window, I unbuckle his belt and pull it all the way off, flicking my eyes to his as I drop it onto the floor.
Then I pop the button on his jeans and lick my lips, watching the force of his erection force the zipper down. I shimmy his pants down, unable to take my eyes off the gleaming tip of his cock that’s sticking out from the top of his boxers. Eyeing it hungrily, my lips part as I wonder how that big thing is going to fit inside me.
“Be a good girl and stand up,” Mason orders and a shiver runs through me. Fuck, I want him. No, not just want. I need him. I get to my feet, body humming with anticipation. He spins me around so my back is to him, and unzips my emerald green dress—the one I wore the first night he saw me.
Slowly, he pulls the straps down, and goosebumps break out along my arms as he lets his fingers trail down my shoulder, across my collarbone and back up to my neck. He steps up behind me, cock pressing against my ass. He still has his boxers on and I’m standing there in just pale purple panties with my dress around my ankles.
“Fuck, you’re gorgeous,” he murmurs, lips going to my neck. My eyes fall shut as he sucks and kisses my skin. I’m getting so wound up, so turned on I can hardly stand it. Then he picks me up again and buries his face in my ample breasts as he carries me through the apartment and into a bedroom. We fall onto the bed together, and I keep my legs curled around his waist. He holds himself above me, eyes meeting mine almost in question.
Knowing that he’s making sure I want this only makes me want him even more. He kisses me again and then sits up and pulls his shirt over his head. I was right: he does have tattoos on his chest, though I can’t quite make out what they are in the dark. He dives back down, lips going to mine. I kiss him hard, running my hand up the back of his head.
He takes his lips off mine and kisses his way down my stomach. My lips part and I close my eyes, keeping one hand on his head as he moves between my legs. My entire body hums with anticipation as he takes my underwear off, wasting no time before going right back. Hooking one of my legs over his shoulders, he puts his mouth to me, tongue lashing out against my clit.
I gasp, relishing in how good this feels. He doesn’t let up, and only minutes later, I come against his face, body writhing with pleasure. He doesn’t stop, doesn’t let up, and I’m so wound up I could come again. But this time he sets me down and strips out of his boxers before moving over top of me.
The wet tip of his dick rubs against my clip and I cry out from how good it feels. Reaching down, I wrap my fingers around his thick cock and rub him against me again and again, not stopping until I come for the second time. My back arches and he smooths my hair back, kissing me as the orgasm ripples through me.
And then he pushes that big cock inside, filling every inch of me. A moan escapes my lips and every nerve in my body is awake and vibrating with pleasure. He rocks his hips, pushing in deeper before slowly pulling the length of his cock in again. He does it again.
And again.
Then he speeds up his movements and I feebly bend one leg up, trying to hook it around him as he fucks me hard and fast. I buck my hips and he hits me at a new angle, pushing me over the edge.
“Holy…fuck…” I pant, fingers starting to tremble as yet another orgasm builds inside me. I’ve been shy in the bedroom before, embarrassed by completely natural things my body is doing. But right now, I don’t care. Because this is the only time we’ll ever see each other, and I’m not afraid to be selfish and demand to be pleasured exactly as I want to be. My head falls to the side and I get my other leg hooked around Mason’s waist. He keeps fucking me, pelvis rubbing against me in just the right way.
My fingers press into his flesh as I come again, pussy contracting around his cock. He buries his face in my neck, pushing in balls deep, and moans as he comes, cock pulsing inside me. We stay locked together like that for another few seconds, and then Mason kisses my forehead and moves to the side, holding me against him.
My body is humming, overdosed on pleasure. I just had sex with Mason Harris—and it was fucking amazing. But more so, it felt right emotionally and I tell my brain to just shut the fuck up and enjoy this moment before I overthink it.
“I like this.” I close my eyes and hook my leg over Mason’s.
“I do too.” He lazily traces his fingers up and down my side. “And I like you.”
I smile, splaying my fingers over his chest. “Good. It would be a little awkward if you didn’t. And I like you too.”
He pulls me a little closer and kisses the top of my head. My eyes flutter closed and Mason pulls a blanket over the both of us. I settle into his arms and fall asleep.