Chapter 15 #2
But those eyes of his hook into me, and I can’t concentrate on anything else but him.
He takes my phone from me when I reach him and places it on a counter.
Then he reaches behind me and peels my top off much the way he did his own a lifetime ago.
Next, his thumbs pass under the cups, his fingernails grazing the underside of my breasts before he unhooks my cream lace bra and pulls it off.
The cool air hits my already pearled nipples and they furl further into hard nubs of screaming nerves.
“God, you’re beyond breathtaking,” he mutters thickly.
I tremble and a sound rumbles from his chest. One finger traces me from throat to navel, then he swirls his digit through the damp cum sticking to my skin. “I want to come on you again. I want to spread my cum all over you, soak you in it.”
“To do that we actually have to fuck,” I point out with a touch of impatience. “You’ve tortured me long enough. I need you inside me before I go out of my damn mind.”
His head snaps up, and his nostrils flare. He’s pissed, but I’m fast losing the will to care. All I want is to be fucked, and he’s keeping his beautiful, hard cock away from me. I reach for him but he captures my wrist in an unbreakable hold.
“Obedience brings rewards. Remember that.”
I bristle. “Yeah, I’ve done everything you asked since I walked in. Now it’s my turn. Or are you going to withhold now you’ve gotten yours?” The very thought makes me want to die. Or shamelessly beg.
“I’ve gotten nowhere near everything I want from you.” He releases me and slides his finger beneath my waistband, tugs at it. “Take it off.”
I comply only because I need to take it off to get fucked. But it doesn’t stop me glaring at him.
He smiles as I bend to push my pants down my legs, and my heart rattles through my chest like a pinball machine. God, he’s incredible when he smiles. I am partly thankful he doesn’t do it very often, because it packs a wallop that could be seriously detrimental to my mental health.
I straighten, and the smile melts off his face. I want to crow and bask in feminine power at the naked awe in his eyes when he looks at my body, but dear lord, I just want to be fucked as quickly and as thoroughly as possible.
I prepare to jump him, but he bends and grabs my clothes and starts to walk away.
“Jesus, enough with the damn suspense! I’m fucking dying here!”
I cringe and freeze the moment the swear word spills from my lips, but he doesn’t react. He places my soiled clothes in a futuristic-looking chute and presses a button before he retraces his steps.
“I sent you an email earlier. Did you read it?”
“What?” I stammer the question, and I fear my head’s about to explode from the tornado-speed with which he switches from sex to other things.
He picks up my phone and hands it to me. “Since you haven’t brought up the issue, I’m assuming you haven’t read it yet.”
He’s right, I haven’t seen an email from him, and as I swipe my password and click onto my email account, I struggle to think why he would send me one. The only answer my brain can supply is that it’s about work.
“You want to discuss work now?” I’m fast reaching the conclusion that he’s a sadist and I’m his victim of choice.
He steps behind me and trails his fingers over my shoulders. “Open it and read the attachment.”
I shudder helplessly and concentrate on scrolling through my unopened emails. I locate his, which came in a little over an hour ago, when I was soaking in the bubble bath, making myself clean and presentable to be tortured by a sadist.
Lust and anger war inside me as I stab the attachment and wait for the blue wheel to stop spinning in the pdf application.
I shudder when he moves my hair out of the way and replaces his mouth with his fingers. Warm kisses caress each vertebra until he reaches the small of my back. The darned blue wheel is still turning so I flick a glance over my shoulder.
Mason is on his knees behind me, his fingers hooked into my panties. He slides the cream lace over my hips and it pools at my ankles.
“Did you open it yet?” he asks, then grips my hips in a firm hold.
I look down and try to concentrate on the document filling my screen. “Umm… yes.”
“Good.”
I squeal as he buries his face between my ass cheeks and tongues me from front to back. My legs turn liquid, and I barely manage to catch myself on the counter before I end up in a heap on the floor.
He stops after that one lick and stands. “I’m going to get us a drink. Read it before I get back.” He kisses me, and I taste my pungent need on his lips. As he walks away, I struggle to pull my attention from his fine ass to whatever the hell he’s so insistent on me reading.
At first, the words are small and meaningless to me. I turn my phone to landscape position, and the words flare up and smack me between the eyes.
Still I stare at the row after row of “Negative” before I raise my head. “You sent me your medical history?”
He takes the wine out of the chiller and pours one glass before filling another with water. “Yes. And I peeked at yours.”
“You did what ?” I screech.
He comes toward me, one hand holding out the glass of wine.
“I did it to save time. I thought you’d do the same by reading my email before I picked you up.
I knew you hadn’t seen mine since you didn’t give me the hard time you’re about to right now.
Before you do, let me see if I can save you the time we could be using to fuck.
You submitted to the mandatory test required for the IL trips.
I wasn’t planning to be on one till two days ago.
I did mine yesterday. As you can see, I’m clean.
So are you. We’re free to fuck each other raw—and you can take that whichever way you want to.
You have ten seconds to debate whether you want to spend another hour arguing with me or getting the fucking you’ve been begging for since we walked in. ”
I shake my head and toss my phone back on the counter. “You’re fucking unbelievable. Is it just the size of your bank account that makes you think you can— What the hell are you doing?” I yelp. “Dammit, Mason, put me down!”