23. Lana
23
LANA
T he man had lied.
Well, not technically.
But my neglected lady parts haven’t seen any action in almost a week. Before Mason I wouldn’t have blinked at that, but now…now I need him to do all the things to my body I can’t do myself.
Turns out, there’s a lot of them.
LANA: Where are you?
MASON: Home, why?
LANA: Good. Stay there. I’ll be there in 10 minutes.
MASON: What do you mean you’ll be here in 10 minutes?
LANA: Stay there.
I fly through the back roads of Blackstone Falls, driving much faster than I should, but I can’t help it. I need to get there now. I need to see him. I need to feel him inside me. I’ve been able to bribe Beck into watching his sister for an hour or two in exchange for pizza I plan on picking up on the way home.
You can feed that boy anything and he’s right as rain.
Thank God for that.
I park in the driveway and wrench my keys from the ignition, throwing them into my bag as I jump out of the car and hustle up the front porch steps. Mason opens the door before I can even knock. He’s grinning like a fool, and I would be too if I wasn’t so focused on getting him naked.
“Nice to see you, Dream Girl,” he drawls as I place my hand on his chest and push him back inside.
“We can talk later,” I say, not bothering with niceties.
Bodhi sits at the table, his fork halfway to his mouth as he stares at us. I haven’t spent a whole lot of time with him and I know that has to change, but that’s a problem for later.
“Hey Bodhi.”
“Lana,” he says, his lips curving up just the slightest bit.
“I need you to get lost for like fifteen minutes,” I tell him as Mason tries to object—most likely about the specified time—but Bodhi just pushes his chair back and nods.
“Just fifteen?”
“That’s all I need,” I confirm.
Bodhi turns a wry grin on his brother. “I thought I taught you better than that.”
“Hey, I always give a lady what she wants,” he says defensively, not bothering to hide his pout.
I nod. “Can confirm and right now I want fifteen minutes,” I say, practically shoving my boyfriend toward his bedroom.
I hear the front door close, and assume we’ll find Bodhi sitting in one of the rocking chairs on the porch when we’re done.
It’s something we’ll probably laugh about later, but right now I need my man naked.
And it can’t wait.
“Take your clothes off,” I tell him as soon as we’re alone, his bed mere feet from where we’re standing, and I have no idea if we’ll make it there.
“What’s gotten into you?” he asks, grabbing the back of his shirt and pulling it over his head, his abs rippling with the movement.
“It’s unreal how sexy you are,” I murmur, the words full of praise as I drop to my knees in front of him, attacking his belt as he watches me.
“Lana,” his groan turns into curse as I lick him from root to tip, the second I pull him from his boxers.
I devour him, sucking and stroking and not caring that I’m making a mess as I take him far enough to make me gag over and over. It feels a little unhinged and I like it.
I like the way he’s staring at me, the way his jaw is clenched and his hand is fisted in my hair.
I like it a lot.
“What do you want, Lana?” he manages through gritted teeth.
“I want you to bend me in half and fuck me into the mattress.”
“Then get up here because god damn, you’re gonna make me come down your throat in about two seconds.”
I want that too, but not right now.
The minute I stand, Mason is all over me, kissing and licking my skin as he rips my clothes from my body, discarding them one by one.
“I needed this,” I moan as his hands grip my ass and he dips his head to suck my nipple into his mouth.
“You need more, ” he growls, pulling back to shuck the rest of his clothes. “Get on the bed.”
The little thrill that shoots through my veins is maddening as I sashay onto the bed, unapologetically giving him a little show, my body on full display. The sound he makes is animalistic and he follows me, flipping me onto the mattress and caging me there.
“Hold on to the headboard,” he demands as he hooks his arms under my knees, spreading me wide, his gaze falling between my legs where I am wet and practically dripping for him. “You have no idea how bad I want to eat your pussy.”
“Please, Baby, I need you hard and fast and…ahh!”
I moan, throwing my head back and arching toward him as he slams all the way into me. He does it again and again, leaning toward me and pushing deeper, his movements relentless as the most filthy things fall from his lips.
I can feel my orgasm building, the ferocity coming at me like a tidal wave as I wait for the inevitable bliss that’s just out of reach.
But before I can take my next breath, Mason pulls out, the loss of him almost painful as he moves between my legs and sucks my clit into his mouth. The sensation is almost too much but he doesn’t stop, doesn’t let me think about it as his tongue licks me hard and fast, his hands gripping my ass and pulling me toward his mouth like he’s feasting on me.
And he is.
I grind my pussy against him, his little groans of approval pushing me fast and hard over the edge. I scream his name, my throat hoarse as I thrash against the sheets, my knuckles white where they grip the headboard.
And then it happens.
Mason’s feral gaze meets mine as he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, his chin wet from my arousal.
My release.
My lips part, but whatever I’d wanted to say disappears when he flips me onto my stomach and pulls my hips back. I try to push my arms up under me, but his palm settles between my shoulder blades so it’s just my ass in the air.
An offering.
“I want you just like this.”
The roughened pad of his thumb grazes my clit, the bud still sensitive, but God yes, I need more.
“Mason.”
“Hold on, Dream Girl. I’m gonna give you what you need.”
The head of his cock slides through my folds, a tease, before he’s thrusting into me, his hands spreading me open, touching and caressing and driving me wild.
I’m delirious, my face buried in the sheets, a wet popping sound behind me. It takes a second for me to realizing what’s happening, but I cry out the moment Mason’s thumb presses against the tight ring of my ass.
“I knew you’d like that,” he praises as he applies a little more pressure, fucking me with his cock while his thumb teases me in a place no one’s ever touched before. “Fucking dirty girl, aren’t you, baby? Will you let me fuck you here?” he asks, breaching the hole the slightest bit.
“Gah!” I claw at the mattress, my nipples brushing against the fabric as I push back into him. I’ll probably agree to anything in this moment, but I also just want to. I want to explore this insatiable desire I have for him.
“Tell me,” he demands, his ministrations firm and teasing as he reaches between my legs with his other hand to work my clit.
“Mason.”
“Has anyone touched you here?” He presses against my ass, the delicious sensation of pain and pleasure making me dizzy as my orgasm builds again.
“No.”
“Are you gonna let me fuck you here?” he says, rubbing me faster. “I promise I’ll go slow…take my time…watch this perfect ass swallow me as you beg me to fuck you harder.”
My orgasm detonates, my walls strangling him like a vise as I absolutely shatter, the sensation unlike anything I’ve ever felt before. Pleasure ricochets through me, and I mumble incoherently as Mason roars my name while he pistons into me twice more before collapsing over me.
It’s everything I needed, and I relish in the way his hard body is wrapped around my soft curves.
It’s heady.
Addicting.
Perfect.
“I think,” he pants, “that was more than fifteen minutes.”