Chapter 15 #2
I work on a swallow as she flips to her back, dipping her thumb into her mouth she sucks, slowly drawing it between her lips before she trails it between her breasts and over her stomach and then lower.
My cock throbs in appreciation, making me feel like a fucking teen again as precum leaks into my boxers.
Her body lifts off the floor, her legs stretched wide until her sex is brushing the floor, and I swear she leaves a fucking wet mark.
I roll my lips, the last thread of my control gone. Sitting forward as she pushes her legs out behind her, pulling herself to her knees and planting herself between my legs. My eyes lock on hers, and I swear more is said in that one look than any words ever spoken between us.
The connection that we have between us is charged; there is no way she doesn’t feel this.
Just as I lean in, she stands, spinning into me and dropping to my lap, her back to my front.
She grasps my hands and places them on her thighs as she rolls her hips to the music.
It’s all the control she gets before I take over, grabbing her tits and squeezing them hard.
She moans, dropping her head to the side, giving me access to her neck.
She smells fucking edible.
I lick and suck down her throat as she writhes on my cock, finding the friction she needs.
“Mase,” she whimpers.
I want to reach between us, free myself from my boxers and slide straight into her, but that would end this all too soon. Instead, I lift her, making her squeal.
“Shit, Mase!”
“Stand,” I groan as I take hold of her calves, holding her legs strong on the arms of the chair. Once I know she has her balance, I slide down to the floor, keeping my head tilted back against the seat. “Turn around and put your knees where your feet are. Sit on my face, angel.”
She does as I ask, lowering herself on shaky legs until her pussy is hovering above me. I dart my tongue out, licking my lips.
I need to taste her.
“You’re fucking perfect,” I say, running my nose along the lace.
“Mase, please. I…”
The sound of her underwear being torn from her hips cuts her off. I don’t give her a chance to complain, burying my face in her heat.
She drops deeper onto me.
“Oh my god.”
She coats my lips. My chin. Yeah, my girl is wet for me. Grabbing her hips in a tight grip, I pull her on to me, urging her to work herself on my mouth. And she doesn’t shy away, rocking herself above me as I suck and fuck her with my tongue.
The second I feel her tense I pull away, lifting her as I stand. I pull her back to my front and sit us as we were before, although this time I impale her on my cock before the backs of my thighs can hit the leather.
“Fuck!” we both moan in unison.
I pull her mouth to mine, kissing her over her shoulder as she begins to ride me. I let her have a few minutes of her torturously slow pace before I take over, my mouth losing hers as I take her hips and start to work her on me, meeting her ass with my thighs on every pump of my hips.
“Ughhh, Massseee!” she shouts, dropping her head to my shoulder.
I watch as her tits bounce, begging to be sucked. Pushing down the cups of her bra, I pinch the puckered tips between my fingers, twisting as I tease them.
My vision starts to blur, and I blink rapidly, praying I can hold off.
This can’t end. Knowing I can’t hold off, I wrap my arm around her front, cupping her at the pelvis and giving her the friction she needs.
My other hand finds the back of her neck, and then I let her have it, anchoring her in place as I ruthlessly pound into her.
She comes around my cock at the same time I explode inside her, my teeth sinking into the flesh at her shoulder as my body trembles with my release.
She sits dazed on my lap, her chest rising and falling just as rapidly as my own. I pull her against my chest, sitting us back in the seat, my cock still throbbing inside her as I try to find the words.
“Nina,” I mutter, kissing her temple.
“Shh.” She turns into me. “Take me to bed.”
“What was your mum called?” she asks, her body sprawled out over me.
We came to bed hours ago but are yet to go to sleep—hours of getting lost in each other’s bodies and easy conversation.
“Ellis. Ellis Marie Lowell,” I tell her, watching as goosebumps coat her skin under my fingertips.
“She was beautiful. I saw her picture in your office when I was snooping.”
I smile at her honesty. “She was, and she would have loved you.”
“I would have loved to have met her.”
“She’s buried at Lowerwick. I could take you some time.” I have no idea why I would suggest that.
I’ve not been to my mother’s grave in years. Don’t need to visit a piece of stone to be reminded that she’s dead.
She lifts her head, resting her chin on her fist. “She’s buried at the house?”
“Yeah, we all have plots there. Kind of morbid, huh?” I laugh, awkwardly.
“No, Mason, it’s perfect. I wish I had a place so special that I could call home. A beginning and an end. You have no idea how lucky you are to have that.”
I skim a lock of hair out of her eyes. “Let me be your beginning and end.”
She gives me a half smile, dipping her head and biting her lip. “I think I might reach out to my dad,” she says, surprising the shit out of me.
“Yeah?”
She shrugs. “Not yet, maybe after the showcase when things aren’t so crazy. Will you help me?”
Hope blooms in my chest. The thought of making her happy brings with it an obsessive need to make it happen. “With anything,” I promise her.
“Hmm, there is one other thing.”
“If it doesn’t involve my cock in your cunt I don’t want to know.”
She laughs, rolling off me. I follow, positioning myself above her. “You said anything,” she proclaims.
“I take it back.”
“It’s your dad,” she says just as I line myself up with her entrance.
“You’re fucking with me right now?”
She pushes on my chest, rolling me off her. “He has an appointment tomorrow—I think Scarlet said it was at two—I need you to take him.”
“No.”
“It’s your sister’s birthday, and I’m taking her out. Please,” she begs, mounting my waist.
“Vinny can take him. I’ll take you girls to lunch.”
“Mase.” She drops her head, hesitating. “It’s not my place, but I will be here next week, next month, next year.
Scarlet, too. We’re not going anywhere, so push me away for crossing the line, but your father doesn’t have the luxury of time left in his life.
He is a sick man, and it hurts to see you deny yourself something you need, something most never get.
You can spend the next few years enjoying your father for who he is.
A heartbroken man who very clearly adores his children.
” I huff, looking away from her, but she takes my head in her hands, bringing my eyes back to hers.
“Or you can deny yourself the love that you are so blessed to receive and live to regret your choices for the rest of your life. Because you will, I promise you. You’ll never forgive yourself for denying yourself this time. ”
“Nina, it’s not that simple. He did this to himself.”
“It is that simple! That’s my point. He doesn’t have anyone to blame like you do.
It’s all on him. Why add to that? He lost the love of his life, and surely you can see that he needs you now.
” She closes her eyes briefly, tears coating her eyelids as she opens them, and it guts me.
“I pray that one day I can honour these words because she probably doesn’t even deserve it, but when the time comes, I will be with my mother in her final breaths.
After all she put me through, I can see past it.
I can see it for what it is. She did what she thought was okay, just to survive.
Her choices were selfish and callous at times, but I’m still here because she allowed me to be.
I will hold her in her last breath like she did for my first. Because it’s the right thing to do.
You have a dad who loves you. Please don’t waste that. ”
“Come here, baby.” I pull her to me, dragging us up the bed until she is straddling my hips and hugging my chest.
How can this woman be so pure?
After everything she has been through and continues to endure at the hands of her mother. I can only hope for that level of acceptance towards my own parent.
“I’ll go with him tomorrow,” I tell her.
“Do it for you, Mase, not for me.” She sighs into my chest.
I am.