16. Mason
16
MASON
“ T his is crazy, right? We’re totally crazy for doing this. I’m crazy for doing this.”
“We’re hardly the first people to be together with an age gap.”
“And you don’t care that I’m more than a decade older than you? That people will look at us and wonder if you’re my kid or my boyfriend?” Lana asks, exasperated.
Lana had been on edge all week, and I’d debated sending her parents a gift basket for taking Beck and Holland overnight because my girl had stressed herself the fuck out. It was like her confidence in us and herself vanished when we were apart, and while I had no problem putting in the work, I was frustrated to have to start over.
Again.
“Do you want me to?”
We’d been halfway to having sex before she’d freaked out, doubt washing away the vibrance of her sage-colored eyes. I’d been trying to coax her out of her head for the last half hour, but she’d been well and truly stuck and so far, I’d struck out on how to get her off the Ferris wheel of what-ifs.
She huffs as she paces. “I’m thirty-four, Mason. My boobs are losing their fight with gravity and I have stretch marks and no matter how much yoga I do, I still can’t get rid of the last of the baby weight even though Holland is eight. ”
“I love your body.”
“Maybe now but what about in six months from now? A year? You’re young and in the prime of your life, and I’m stuck in this weird body hell where I still feel overtouched and overstimulated most days.”
“And you just need to tell me when you’re feeling like that so I can help you through it.”
Lana had been distant on and off all week, claiming that she’d been tired from work or things with the kids, but I had a sinking suspicion her ex-husband was somehow to blame. I didn’t want to ask outright, but I was running out of options.
“Gah! But that’s the point! I don’t even know. Sometimes I want my boobs touched and my nipples played with but sometimes I don’t or not at first. And you’re so enthusiastic about oral sex, but how long before it’s not worth it to you, when I’m so in my head and planning grocery lists and wondering if I changed the laundry over that I can’t focus on the pleasure you’re trying to provide.”
I reach for her, taking her hand and pulling her down next to me. “What else?”
She blinks quickly, interlocking our fingers and staring down at where they’re rested in her lap.
“When I turned thirty-one, my body just went haywire. I was trying to keep up with the kids, and trying to be the perfect wife and supporter of Jacob’s career. I was drowning,” she says quietly. “One of the other wives suggested that I try medication to help get me back on track.” Lana shrugs. “It seemed like a good idea, and even Jacob was on board with having his fun, sexy wife back.”
I squeeze her hand as my other one clenches at my side beneath the blanket. I hope I get the chance to deck this guy.
Preferably in a dark alley.
With no witnesses.
“What happened?”
“I couldn’t orgasm. My body felt numb so even though I had more mental clarity—sometimes at least—I couldn’t get there in the bedroom. So part of me can understand why Jacob?—”
“Don’t you dare make excuses for him. Men don’t cheat on their wives, Lana. He might have been the financial provider for your family, but you were and continue to be the backbone. Fuck him for making you feel like you weren’t worth the time and energy when your body needed more.”
She swipes at her cheek and clears her throat. “I don’t want you to resent me…this… us. ”
“Lana.”
“I’m serious, Mason. I know you think that our age doesn’t matter, but if this works—if we’re together for the long-term—you’ll be in the sexual prime of your life and I’ll be in menopause with hot flashes and mood swings and out of my damn mind.”
I grin because I love that she’s thinking about our future. “I’ll get you a fan and I’ll just buy lots of gray sweatpants to sleep in so you can crank the air conditioning.”
“Stop saying all the right things,” she whispers with a watery smile. “It makes it impossible to resist you.”
“That’s sort of the plan, Dream Girl.” Sobering, I ask, “Where did all this come from?”
“Jacob and I got into it this week because one of the kids mentioned your hat on the counter. He wanted to lecture me about whatever and it turned into a whole thing. It’s exhausting even though he’s a fucking hypocrite, but I let him get into my head.”
I want to ask her why she didn’t tell me, but it seems pretty obvious looking at how absolutely torn apart she is right now.
“I’m sorry he’s such a dick, and I’m sorry I put you into a position that allowed that to happen.”
She swipes at her cheek and clears her throat, the words still shaky. “But it’s not his business and I don’t answer to him. Does it complicate things for the kids? Sure, but we already talked about waiting before I introduce you to them. He didn’t give a shit when he destroyed our marriage and ruined the life we’d made, so why does he get a say in my life now?”
“Some men crave power. Control. You finally moving on is chapping his ass.”
“That’s what Amara said,”—she snorts—“minus the chapping.”
“She’s the other mistress?”
Lana nods. “The one who didn’t know he was married. He married the one who did. ”
“I’ve met some pretty shady people in my life. I’m sure they could make it look like an accident.”
“It’s tempting but I’d really hate to have to settle for conjugal visits in prison.”
“Fair enough. But Lana?”
“Hmm?”
“I need you to talk to me, especially if you’re upset or scared. No woman should ever feel that way.” I swallow hard, thinking of what Audrey had endured, because she couldn’t ask for help.
“It’s not?—”
“It might not be now. But it could be. Just…” I swallow down the frustration. “Just know you can talk to me, okay?”
“Okay.”
“See, that wasn’t so hard, was it?” I ask, trying to bring some levity to the conversation.
She huffs out a laugh before pressing her lips against mine. It’s like time stops, neither of us pushing to deepen the kiss, an acknowledgment that the conversation had been heavy.
Important.
Special.
I don’t have a cache of knowledge about menopause or hormones, but I’ll learn and I’ll do all the things Lana’s ex should have done to support her. If she needs an advocate, she’s found one.
“How about a massage?” I hum against her lips. “Let me take care of you.”
“In a minute.”
Reaching behind her, she unclasps her bra and then discards it, her full breasts on display, making me groan because I can’t get enough of her, and I want to touch and taste and lose myself in her.
Taking my hand, she presses my palm to her tit, her hand closing around mine. “Like this,” she purrs, commanding me as we squeeze and knead her, circling her nipple and pinching as she presses hot kisses along my jaw and down my throat.
Her other hand pushes her panties down and over her hips, and even though I can’t see her right now, I know her pussy is soaked for me.
I’m hard under the sheet, the fabric tenting as she moans and then straddles me. She pushes her tits closer to my face, and a desperate, strangled sound bursts from my lips. “You’re so damn sexy, Lana. So fucking perfect.”
She gasps as I press her tits together, licking the valley I’ve created before sucking one aching nipple into my mouth. I pinch the other between my thumb and forefinger as she rubs and bucks against my cock.
“You gonna come just like this, Dream Girl?” I taunt before switching sides and lavishing her other nipple with my tongue.
“Yes.” She rubs faster against me, her body tight and shaking. “Then I’m going to suck your cock and… ah!” My teeth close gently around the tight peak in my mouth because the image—Lana with my cock between her pouty, pink lips—is too vivid and something I don’t take for granted.
She grinds against my erection, the sheet wet with her release as she rides out every ounce of pleasure.
“God, that felt good,” she pants, her eyes sparkling as she tries to move down my body. I’ll let her, but first I need a taste. Gripping her ass, I haul her up until she’s hovering over my face.
She’s shy like this but that’s fine. We’ll work up to her actively trying to suffocate me with her pussy. For now, I lean up and slide my tongue inside her. She whimpers so I do it again.
And again.
I spank the tight globe of her ass as I fuck her with my mouth. She squeaks and then moans, obviously surprised by this turn of events, but I can’t help it. The woman drives me crazy, and I’ll spoil her in and out of the bedroom every chance I get.
“Don’t worry,” I say, using the flat of my tongue to lick the entire length of her slit to taste her sweet pussy, “I’ll still let you suck my cock if you want.”
“Yes,” she gasps as I nibble on her clit and spank her again, “please!”
I love seein’ what she likes—the things she wants to try but might be too afraid to ask. I love it all and I love that she already trusts me enough to explore her pleasure with me.
“I’m so damn hard for you,” I grit out as she throws her head back and finally lowers herself onto my face. “Good fucking girl, Lana.” I growl the words against her pussy before ravaging her with my mouth.
She screams and thrashes, but I hold her right where I want her, not letting up until her pussy is strangling my tongue, her walls fluttering as her orgasm detonates.
It’s violent.
Beautiful.
And she needs it as much as I need to be the one to give it to her.
“Feel better?” I murmur as I lean back against the pillow and take in her sleepy expression.
“Almost.”
She yawns and stretches her arms above her head. It feels intimate, and God almighty, is it sexy the way she moves this way and that, showing off the long lines of her body.
“What else do you need?” I gulp as precum soaks through the sheet, because while I’d love her mouth around my cock, tonight is about her.
Whatever she wants.
“This,” she purrs as she slides down my body, kissing and licking me everywhere, her tongue hot and wet, igniting every nerve ending as she goes lower.
And lower, pulling the sheet down to my thighs.
My erection springs free, making my hips involuntarily lift off the bed in anticipation.
“Hold still,” she whispers, her breath dancing across the head of my dick as my eyes squeeze shut.
“Trying,” I grit out and she chuckles, low and sexy, and I am not gonna last.
“You’re gonna have to try harder, Mase.” She licks up my entire length, making me release a guttural moan that has her doing it again. “It’s my turn, and I wanna play.”