Chapter 16 - Cass #2
Mason hissed through clenched teeth. “You’re evil.”
I gave a low laugh, and rolled my hips again, adding more pressure. “But in a good way.”
The friction shot white hot arousal through me, causing a fresh pool of dampness to ruin my underwear all over again. My clit was hard, throbbing. Ready for him to do with me as he pleased.
He sat up so fast I gasped, and suddenly his mouth was on me, hot and open over my breast. I held him in place as he sucked my nipple between his lips, the wet warmth sending a tendril of sparks to light up in my core.
He released me, only to circle and tease me until I was a squirming mess on top of him.
“Oh my God.” My voice broke, words tumbling out over tingling lips.
I couldn’t take it anymore.
But he didn’t let up, teasing me with his mouth and tongue, occasionally nipping lightly with his teeth. Every flick, every tug sent another burst of heat spiraling through me. I arched into him, grinding harder now, shameless and desperate, needing more.
My hands fisted in his hair, and right when I was about to give the command for him to fuck me already, Mason lifted his head.
“Enough,” he growled, voice thick and dangerous.
His hand dropped, fingers hooking into the side of my underwear.
With one purposeful tug, he pulled them aside.
I barely had time to breathe before his fingertips gripped my hip, lifting me just enough so he could guide his tip to my pussy.
He pressed where I needed it most, where I was aching for it. Hot and hard and deliciously close.
He locked eyes with me, thumb gliding over my swollen clit again and again. My thighs trembled with it.
“Think you’re wet enough for me?”
I answered by sinking down onto him like I’d been waiting my whole life. I took him in all the way, inch by tantalizing inch, until there was no more left. The stretch was deep and so intense it cleared my head of any thought. My lips parted, and for a moment, I couldn’t breathe.
Then again, neither could he.
“Cass— fuck.” He fell back into the pillows, every muscle in his arms flexing where he gripped my hips. “You feel so fucking good.”
I couldn’t speak. All I could do was move… Slowly at first, adjusting to his size and testing the rhythm. I let my body find its way as I rode the wave of sensation that swelled and pulsed with each roll of my hips.
He matched my movements, eyes never leaving mine. “Look at you. Taking what you want.”
I kissed him again, teeth clashing as I opened wide, drinking in every last drop.
It was urgent, hungry, filthy almost, as I lost myself in his warmth.
Every part of him was so fucking hot. Our bodies moved together at a feverish pace.
Inevitable. As though we were always heading here, to this moment.
As if fighting it would’ve been the real mistake.
I agreed wholeheartedly, and so did my body, pussy clenching tightly around his cock as it slid in and out of me.
The breathy moans and the soft slap of skin rose around us, thick with need.
His name spilled from my lips in a gasp as I tilted my hips just right, and that did him in.
His grip tightened, pace stuttered, and the words fell from him in a helpless rush.
“I can’t— I’m not gonna—”
“Come with me,” I panted against his lips. I wanted us to fall apart together. There was no need for either of us to hold back. Not anymore.
“Now, Mason. Now.”
His hand found its way between us again, fingers slipping down to circle my clit.
The moment shattered like glass and I came undone, crying out his name as the spasm of my climax took over.
My walls pulsed around him, bringing him over the edge right along with me.
His whole body locked up under the force of it, and he groaned into my neck, riding it out until he was totally and utterly spent.
For a long moment, we didn’t say anything. Just twitched and shuddered together, catching our breath. And even as the storm quieted, I didn’t move. He held me close, our slick mixing and coating my inner thighs, so that I slipped against him.
“Next time,” he said, still a little out of breath, “let’s try to do this without making fun of anyone’s car.”
I laughed softly against his skin, pressing kisses across his chest. “Seems like I hit a nerve.”
Mason took my face in his hands, gaze pouring into mine. “I want you hitting all kinds of nerves. Just not that.”
He kissed me, my heart hammering wildly in tandem to the pounding of his own. I settled next to him then, tangled limbs and bedsheets, fucked out and exhausted. Neither of us said much of anything after that, and especially not what we both knew.
That nothing would be the same after this.
*
The morning light filtered in through the gauzy curtain, totally indifferent to the scene coming into focus as I blinked sleep from my eyes.
Mason’s arm draped heavy over my waist, his breath coming in warm, steady whispers against the back of my neck. For a second, I let myself stay in the pocket of perfect stillness, of bare skin and tangled sheets. In the scent of something that still burned hot and low between us.
Mason and I had finally slept together—and it was everything I could have wanted.
I was already thinking about doing it again, waking him up and riding him all over again as a nice little good-morning.
I had a full-body high just thinking about what we had done last night, the way he’d felt inside me, staring so deeply into my eyes it felt like he could see my soul.
Then my phone buzzed on the nightstand. Again.
I rolled over carefully and grabbed it with a pit already forming in my stomach. Last night, our little bubble was everything. I wasn’t ready for the real world to come crashing in.
But the barrage of missed calls and texts filling my screen showed me how much reality didn’t give a shit about what I was feeling.
The remnants of my night with Mason evaporated in an instant, replaced by a chill in my veins.
Most of the missed calls were from my dad, who had no idea I’d gone and done the thing I swore I never would.
I messed with his reputation, dragged his name into the shadows of my rash choices.
I stared at the screen until it dimmed, fighting the acrid taste of bile that burned in the back of my throat.
Behind me, Mason stirred.
“Morning, gorgeous.”
I didn’t turn around.
He pressed a kiss to my shoulder, slow and unhurried, let his fingertips float all the way down my spine.
“Last night was…” He gave a low chuckle. “It was amazing. But— and call me old fashioned, but when do I get to take you on a real date?”
That nearly broke me.
I sat up, pulled the sheet to my chest like a shield, and looked at him. “Mason, this was a mistake. We can’t ever do it again.”