Chapter 10
Chapter Ten
CASEY
M y alarm startled me, and I jumped as awareness shook the heavy hold of sleep from me. An arm slipped over my stomach as I fumbled to silence it. Mason. He pulled me into him, my back hitting his warm chest and causing my curls to flop into my eyes. I couldn’t help but sigh, remembering how he’d taken me over and over, bringing me to ecstasy more times than I ever remembered. It had been the most wonderful night of my life and one the alarm reminded me would never happen again. Tyson had scheduled the jet to take me home instead of letting me fly commercial like I’d done on my way out, but for the first time since I’d left Treemont, Armina no longer felt like home. Being in Mason’s arms, the strength of them, the way his face nuzzled my neck, his morning firmness digging into me felt like home.
I traced the tattoo on his forearm, his kisses against my neck reminding me of the confused tangle of emotions that had surged as he’d taken me.
“I need to get up, Mason. Riley will be looking?—”
“Riley knows exactly where we are. Trust me, she won’t come looking.”
That surprised me, but then again, Riley knew how I felt, so it made sense that she’d confronted Mason on his feelings.
“But my flight?—”
“Shush.” He let me go, climbing over me and grabbing his phone from his pants. I took the moment to admire him. He was the sexiest man I’d ever been with. The muscles that lined his back enhanced the tattoos, which flowed down to where his tight ass sat. He turned, and I looked up to see his raised brow and a crooked grin that would break any woman’s heart. I could sense the heat rising in my cheeks, but I ignored it, deliberately letting my sight drift down his tattooed chest. I licked my lips, and he gave me a tsk as he brought his phone to his ear.
He liked to think he could control me, but I had a feeling he knew just as well as I did that he didn’t. I crawled from the bed, dropping to my knees. He inhaled just as someone answered. Taking him in my hands, I let my tongue circle his tip, looking up to see the irritation in his eyes.
“I need Casey’s?—”
I dropped on him so far that he hit the back of my throat, eliciting a loud gag from me. He put his hand over the phone, growling at me, but I didn’t let that stop me. I was enjoying myself, not only because his dick was glorious, but because I was in control.
“Boss?” I heard on the other line, descending again and loving how he dropped his hand to my head, twisting my hair around his fingers.
“I’m here,” he managed, although the authoritative voice he usually had was diminished. “I need…fuck.”
I giggled, pulling back, my tongue sliding along his shaft. He stopped my head, shoving back into my mouth. A loud gag surged from me before I took control and sucked my way back up his length.
“Delay the fucking jet…” His hand stilled me again, his pelvis thrusting so far it ripped another gag from me as it hit my throat. “Fuck…I’ll let you know when she’s ready.”
He hung up and threw his phone, yanking my mouth from him.
“That was wicked, Casey.”
I licked my lips, grasping his shaft.
“Open that sexy mouth again and finish what you started.”
I opened, loving that his aggressive side was coming out. He’d been soft last night, but I was craving the side of him that had pulled my hair and choked me when we’d been flirting. He shoved my face forward, plunging into me hard as he used my mouth until I could feel him growing closer. He’d shown me the prior night that he could go multiple times with little coercion, and I was looking forward to seeing what he’d do to me once I satisfied this need I had to taste him.
He had his fingers wrapped so tightly in my hair I was sure he’d ripped strands out, but I didn’t care. The act was turning me on so much, there was a chance I’d end up coming with him.
“Shit, Case.” There was a tremble that layered his voice, and it left me even wetter than I was. He yanked me from him, and I tried to catch my breath, lines of saliva spilling from my mouth, a long one still attached to his dick. He smirked, his eyes lit to a devious shade.
“You gonna swallow for me, sweetheart?”
Parting my lips, I reached my hand to my head and urged him to pull my hair tighter. He shook his head, his smile growing before he plunged back into my waiting mouth so hard my gags were like a flurry of noise that filled the room. With one deep feral grunt he came, spilling down my throat so that it seeped around him. When he finally freed himself from my mouth, he released my hair and stumbled back.
“Holy fuck, Case. Do I want to know how you know how to do that so fucking well?”
I wiped my mouth with my finger before licking it clean and rising. Shrugging, I grabbed my sweatshirt and cleaned my chest off, his eyes following my every move. He looked stunned, his eyes creasing until he clenched his jaw.
“I don’t, do I?”
Shaking my head, I gave him a grin. “Why did you delay my flight?”
“Because it’s my fucking plane, and I wanted to come in your mouth.”
“Well, you did, but I still had time to make my flight.”
He arched his brow, stepping over to me, his hand running up my body and encircling my neck. The moan I released was animalistic.
“You like it rough, sweetheart?”
When he called me that, it twisted my insides into knots. “Definitely.”
He yanked me closer. “I delayed the plane because I’m not done fucking you. You played a dangerous game, distracting me while I was on the phone.”
“Are you going to punish me for it?” I gave him my most innocent look.
“Punish? Nah, I leave that for shitheads I need to fuck up with my fists. You, I’m going to torment until you’re begging for me to let you come.”
A weird whine slipped from my lips as his fingers tightened on my neck. His other hand ran down my hips before moving between my legs.
“Are you wet for me, Case?”
“Soaked.”
He penetrated me with two fingers, his groan loud and mingled with my cry.
“Good, because you’re gonna ride me until I’m ready to forgive you and rip that climax from your body. That plane doesn’t leave until you’ve come around me enough to ensure you won’t be using that mouth or that pussy on another man when you’re away from me.”
I leaned into him. “Are you claiming me?”
“Oh, I claimed you last night, Case. Now I’m marking my territory.”
He pulled my mouth to his, kissing me with such intensity that my knees buckled. Picking me up, he walked us to the bed and sat, wrapping my legs around him. He was hard again, and I lifted, guiding him into me and sighing loudly when he filled me to the hilt. He dropped his hands to my hips, grasping them tight. There was nothing that compared to the feeling of having him inside me, nothing but the way my heart soared when he was touching me.
I dropped my head, smashing my lips into his and loving how his hands left my waist to encase my breasts. His touch was firm, and it coaxed my building climax, calling to it so that I was pushing down on him, needing him as deep as he could reach. He stopped me and I grumbled as he flipped me to my back roughly. My stomach knotted in anticipation. Grabbing my wrists, he held them over my head, hovering over me. I pushed my pelvis toward him, wanting him inside of me again, but he only chuckled and nipped my lip.
He pushed my legs apart further with his knee, and his hand slid down my waist until two fingers sank into me. I bucked, pushing them further as a deep moan escaped.
“That’s it, sweetheart. I want to feel you coming all over my fingers.”
“I thought you wanted me coming around your dick,” I said, my voice hoarse.
His thumb brushed over my clit before his fingers began fucking me the way he had moments earlier. I thrashed at his touch, writhing as my climax closed in on me like a train barreling down the path and ready to derail.
“Oh, you will. This is just my warm-up.”
He dropped his mouth to my chest, tugging my nipple between his teeth, his fingers making just the right move and sending me crashing, my climax tearing through me so hard that I screamed.
“That’s it, Case. Come for me.”
His mouth smothered mine, and he drew his fingers from me, his firmness filling me quickly. The death grip he had on my wrists kept them secure, and my body jerked from the force of his thrusts. I was on fire again, my waning release given no time to fade as pleasure riddled my body. His hand slid over my breasts, still damp from my orgasm, and he released my lips, dipping his head to lick the dampness from my skin. His moan cut me to the core, beckoning my release with the same power his thrusts had. The longer he played with my nipples, the fiercer my need to break until his pace increased and I lost it, my body convulsing. He slammed into me so deep the intensity of my climax doubled, and I cried out, fighting his hold on my wrists because I wanted to touch him, to sink my nails into his back, to tug at his hair while the waves of rapture worked their way through me.
I dug my heels into his back, forcing him deeper and hearing his grunt. He released my wrists, his teeth tugging my nipple before letting it go, and I wrapped my arms around him, feeling the shake of his muscles. He lifted his eyes to me, before pulling me so that I was astride him.
“I told you I wanted you riding me, Case. Now ride me like you own me.” The rasp of his voice was sexy and when he brought the fingers that had been in me to his mouth and sucked them clean, I almost shattered again.
Almost. But I took control, riding him, dictating our rhythm and losing myself to the touch of his hands on my waist, on my breasts, on my ass, and the possessive glimmer in his eyes as he watched me until I could take no more. My climax tore through me, and I felt him lose control, his release hitting him just as mine drowned me. He pulled me down, his lips crashing into mine, and we rode out the pleasure that was soaring through us.
The fierce beats of his heart were a calming sound that soothed the sudden fear that overcame me and caused me to cling to him. Our one night had turned into more, seeping into the next morning, and I didn’t know how I could return home now. Didn’t think it would be possible for our one night to be just that. Because what I saw reflected in his eyes when I rose from his chest was the same emotion that was currently paralyzing me. Love.
Mason was on his phone when I finished dressing. We’d showered together, and he’d taken me against the shower wall as the water pounded over us. It was almost like if we stopped touching each other, we’d have to admit that it was time for me to leave. We were already several hours late.
“She’s fine, Ty. She wasn’t ready to leave yet.” I cringed, hating that he’d deceived my brother. He hadn’t lied to him, but he’d left out the reason I hadn’t been ready.
He glanced up at me, the sexy grin nowhere to be seen. Instead, his eyes were creased, his jaw tight. Worry sat on his expression along with guilt, and I dropped my eyes.
“She’s right here,” he said and handed the phone to me.
I took a deep breath before bringing it to my ear. “Hey, Ty.”
“You changed plans on me, Case. Is everything okay?”
“Mason told you everything was fine.”
Mason brushed my hair from my neck, kissing it while his other hand cupped my breast. The sensual way he was caressing it gave me goosebumps and made it hard to think.
“That asshole wouldn’t tell me if it wasn’t because he knows I’d kill him.”
“You sure about that?” I asked as Mason’s hand slid down my leg, lifting the hem of my dress. Shit, he was going to pay me back for going down on him while he was on the phone. My hand shook. “I’d place my wager on him, Ty.”
“Fuck you would. Your loyalty is with me, Casey. You remember that.” There was a playfulness to his voice, but his words cut deep until Mason’s fingers pushed my thong aside and rubbed my clit. I squeezed the phone tighter. He had pushed the sleeve of my dress down, his hand kneading the flesh of my breast and when his finger penetrated me, I bit my lip so hard it bled.
“Case?”
I wanted to curse, but Ty would freak out. “I’m fine, I…” Mason pulled at my nipple, his finger sliding from me and rubbing my clit again. “I just stubbed my toe,” I said through gritted teeth.
Mason chucked in my ear, then nibbled on it as his finger sank back into me.
“You’re a disaster. That’s why I want you to be careful. Mason’s sending extra men with you, and I’ll meet you at the airport. Donelli gave me three of his men to escort us back.”
“Why so many?”
Mason added a finger, and I almost choked on the cry that I stopped. His touch had my body on fire, and I didn’t think he was faring any better. His length was so hard against my back that it was beckoning me to use it.
“Donelli’s worried about the Bad Omens. There were sightings in the northern part of the province.” I would have been concerned if Mason wasn’t edging my orgasm on. “Maybe you shouldn’t come back, Case.”
“What?” I tried to move, but Mason held me tighter, his fingers fucking me so hard now that it was difficult to concentrate on anything but the pleasure he was bringing me.
“I’d rather have you under our watch.”
“Donelli’s as protective of me as he is of his daughter. He won’t let anything…” Mason pulled his fingers out and their absence left a dull ache between my legs, but he squeezed my breast, returning his attention to my clit and that feeling disappeared quickly. “He won’t let anything happen.”
“Are you sure you’re okay?” he asked. “You sound off.”
“My toe is throbbing.” I couldn’t tell him it was really my entire body that was throbbing and about to fall apart for Mason. “I’m going to put some ice on it. I’ll see you in a few hours.”
“Fine. Love you, sis.”
“Love you, too, Ty.”
I managed to hang the phone up just as Mason thrust his fingers back into me, leaving my legs shaking. Resting my head against his chest, I let the phone slip from my hand.
“Come for me, Case. One last time.”
As if my body was his to command, my climax shredded through me, leaving me a quivering mess as he held me through it. It lit every part of my body on fire, from head to toe, my knees giving out so that I would have toppled if he weren’t holding me.
“Fuck, you’re beautiful when you come for me, Case.”
He freed his fingers, letting me go, and I glanced over at him, trying to keep myself balanced. His eyes were dark as he brought his fingers to his mouth and licked each one clean. “And you taste like heaven.”
Butterflies tickled my stomach, growing to a massive stir of wings when he stepped to me and wound his hand around the back of my neck, pulling my face to his.
“I wish you hadn’t worn this skimpy dress,” he mumbled, nipping at my lip.
“It’s the style in Armina.”
“It’s too cold here, and too tempting for me to avoid fucking you one last time.” His words held a softness to them that lessened the forcefulness he’d intended them to hold. He wanted his hard exterior back, but it had teetered with me, disappearing one too many times, and so I heard the desperation that underlined those words. The one that told me that panicked sensation in me that was screaming for me not to leave was screaming for him not to let me go. Our one night had never been just a one-night stand. We were both too invested, the emotion too entwined with the desire.
His eyes searched mine, and I kissed him, needing him to leave his touch on me permanently. Needing him to claim me one last time before circumstance forced us apart. I pawed at his back as he wrapped his arms around me, grasping my ass and lifting me. The wall hit my back when he slammed me into it, but his kisses didn’t give me time to react. They were so needy that it broke me. I didn’t want to leave, and the pain in my chest told me why. He pushed my panties aside and entered me, hitting me so deep that I cried out against his mouth. Our moves were laced with emotion that neither of us could admit. Each thrust was a desperate attempt to hold on for just a few more minutes, every moan mingled with the sense of impending loss that hung over us. His strokes were long and forceful, calling to the climax that was building again in me and as he came, it flooded through me, meeting his with an intensity that left me riven.
Mason dropped his head to my shoulder, pushing his pelvis into mine once more as the remains of his release filled me.
“Don’t let me go,” I whispered, knowing those words were more than a simple plea to hold me longer.
We remained entangled until I let my head fall back against the wall, knowing he could fulfill my plea no more than I could let him. We both had separate lives, and I wasn’t ready to give mine up. There was also Tyson to contend with, and neither of us was ready to confront that situation.
I let my legs slide down his body, and his hands released my ass. He tucked himself away, then fixed my skirt in a sweet move that only increased that ache in my chest. Sweeping a curl from my cheek, his emerald eyes stared intently at me, emotion behind them that matched my own but would remain unspoken. The gentle look morphed, his eyes hardening, that mischievous glint returning to them.
I leaned over and gave him another kiss, then walked toward the bathroom to clean up. Discomfort flared through my wrist as he caught it and turned me back to him, sending my body crashing into his.
“Don’t even think about cleaning that out of you.” The pinch he gave my ass would have made me jump had he not shoved my body into his dick, which twitched as it slowly came back to life. “My cum stays there. I want it leaking out of you the entire flight home, so you remember who owns this body.” My breath caught at the possessiveness of his words. “I want it sticking to your thighs the rest of the day, marking you for any man who even dares look at you.”
“And you think they’ll know your cum is on my thighs?”
“Damn right they will.” He gave me a lopsided grin, and I took his face in my hands. I wanted to tell him why my chest was hurting so badly, but I knew I couldn’t. It would only break him more.
“I’ll let it mark me and leave it there so when I finger myself to thoughts of you tonight, it’ll remind me of you thrusting into me each time I plunge my fingers further.”
“Fuck, that’s an image that won’t be leaving my mind all day. Maybe you can send me some pictures of that.”
Shaking my head, I kissed him once more. His hands encircled my waist and pulled me so tight against him I thought my bones would snap.
“It’s time to let me go, Mason.”
He touched his forehead to mine and released me. Losing his touch was a sensation I would never forget and as he picked up my suitcase and opened the door, gesturing for me to move, I realized just how lost I was to him. So lost, I didn’t think I could ever find my way back.