Chapter 19
Mason
The disco ball scattered shards of light across the room, the kaleidoscopic effect muted by the red glow of the LED lights. The whole setup looked like something out of a bad seventies porno, right down to the mirrors above the bed.
I watched Lila’s reflection, her naked body curled up next to mine as I traced lazy circles on her hip. The way she looked with her breasts pressed up against my side…yeah, the mirrors had their perks.
My body felt boneless, completely spent in the best way possible. I was amazed I hadn’t passed out already, considering the mind-blowing sex we’d just had. But my brain was firing on all cylinders, replaying every delicious moment with Lila.
Fuck, she’d felt incredible. The way her body moved with mine, the little sounds she’d made, the way she clung to me at the end... I was already addicted.
Normally at this point, I’d be giving my usual spiel to a hookup, an excuse about early practice, a brush-off when some puck bunny tried to cuddle, the subtle management of expectations. But the thought of Lila leaving tightened something in my chest.
Gideon’s words echoed in my head: Lila wasn’t a one-night-stand kind of girl. I hadn’t planned on sleeping with her tonight. But who was I kidding? From the moment I’d laid eyes on her, it had felt inevitable. I’d wanted her with an intensity that scared me.
And now, instead of panic, all I felt was... possibility. For the first time, I was thinking beyond just tonight. I was scheming ways to keep her in my bed for another night, another week. It was new territory for me, wanting someone to stay. But I liked it.
Lila shifted against me, and I smoothed a hand down her back. “You okay, gorgeous?” I murmured.
I knew the paparazzi had rattled her earlier, left her feeling exposed. Had I pushed her too fast? Was it selfish to take what I wanted when maybe I should have waited? I hoped like hell she didn’t regret what we’d done.
She pushed up on one elbow to look at me, careful to keep herself covered with the sheets. She was still shy, even after everything we’d just done. “I was thinking... should I call a Lyft? Let you get some sleep?”
Like hell she was leaving. I tightened my arm around her, pulling her flush against me. The feel of her soft curves pressed to my body had me hardening again instantly. “You’re staying right here, Lila.” I tried to keep my voice gentle, but it came out more growl than anything else.
She looked up at me, those big blue eyes wide with surprise. For one reckless second, I pictured using the restraints to cuff her to my bed and keeping her right where I wanted her. But I knew we weren’t there. Yet.
I shoved the thought aside and focused on the warm, naked woman in my arms. “Unless you want to go?”
She worried her lip, weighing it. I could see the hesitation, the carefulness. Then she gave a small nod, a smile playing on her lips. “No, I’d like to stay.”
Relief washed through me. I rolled Lila beneath me, letting her feel how hard I was again, my thoughts already dirty and relentless. “Why would I let you leave when I’m not even close to done with you yet?” I rumbled, nipping at her neck.
But Lila stared down, eyes blown wide when she realized I was ready for round two.
“Mason, how—” She stopped herself, then blurted, “Again?” as she yanked the sheet up to her chin. “You want to… again? Already?”
Her eyes were huge. Was she that inexperienced? My cock went iron-hard at the sight of her mussed hair and that shy, stunned look on her face.
I gave a low laugh, propping myself up on one elbow so I could see her. “Why so shocked, beautiful? You’ve got me all worked up.” I looked her over, slow, deliberate. The sheet wasn’t doing much to hide anything I wanted to see. “Tell me what you like in bed.”
She tucked her chin, lashes lowering. “I don’t know.”
“Come on, Lila.” I reached out and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. Her breaths came in quick little bursts that made her tits rise and fall in a way that wrecked my focus. “You can tell me. What gets you going?”
Her cheeks darkened, the red lighting doing nothing to hide it. “I, um… I’m not really comfortable talking about that stuff.”
I studied her. We’d just fucked until my legs barely worked, but words were the scary part. Interesting. “I’m not going to judge you. I just want to know what makes you feel good.”
She chewed her lip, wrestling with herself. Finally, she mumbled, “I like… orgasms?”
A laugh slipped out of me. “Yeah. I can work with that.” I let my hand slide down her arm, slow and steady, feeling the way her skin tightened under my touch. “Tell me how you like to get them. What turns you on?”
She made a small, helpless motion with her shoulder. “Just, you know… sex.”
“Just sex,” I repeated, letting the words come out like a promise. “Nothing you want more of? Nothing you want me to do to you?”
Her voice dropped to almost nothing. “I don’t have a ton of experience, to be honest.”
The pieces clicked into place. No wonder she was so skittish.
I decided to ease off before I spooked her completely.
“Fair enough.” I glanced up at the ceiling, then back at her.
“But I already know you’re a fan of the mirrors.
” I watched her swallow. “And the restraints?” My thumb dragged slowly over her wrist like a preview.
“We don’t have to go there yet. But when we do, I’m going to take my time and make you beg. ”
Her focus dropped to my hand, then slid back to my face, cautious but hooked. “I’ve never really talked about it before,” she admitted. “Sex, that is. I’ve just kind of done it. In the dark. With no mirrors.”
In the dark. With her? Like she was something to hide. That should be a damn crime.
“Well, we’re going to change that, sweetheart. Starting right now.” I leaned in, my lips brushing her ear as I murmured, “I’m going to teach you all about pleasure, Lila.”
Her lips parted as my words landed. She looked up at me, caught between nerves and intrigue. “You are?” Her voice barely carried.
Damn, she was cute when she got flustered like this.
I noticed her trying to inch the sheet higher, suddenly self-conscious. Oh no. That wouldn’t do at all.
In one swift move, I pulled her onto me and settled her back against my chest, both of us facing the mirror. My cock nestled between her ass cheeks, and it took every ounce of willpower not to thrust up and take what I wanted. I had other plans.
The moment was too good to rush. I grabbed the edge of the sheet and inched it down, revealing her in the mirror bit by tantalizing bit.
Lila gasped and tried to cover herself, but I captured her hands and eased them away. “Uh uh. No hiding.” I kept my mouth close to her ear. “I want you to see how fucking gorgeous you are.”
I held her gaze as I bared her completely. Fuck, she was unreal. Creamy skin, taut belly, high, full breasts that made my hands itch.
“Look at yourself, Lila,” I said low. “Look how sexy you are.”
Her heart hammered against my palm when I cupped her breast, my thumb circling her nipple.
“Fuck, your tits are perfect,” I groaned, kneading the soft weight.
I rolled her nipples between my fingers and tugged until they peaked into tight, rosy buds.
She whimpered and arched back into my hands, pushing her breasts harder into my grip. Her breathing turned quick and thin as she watched me play with her. Responsive as hell. I wanted more of those sounds.
“Do you like that?” I asked, brushing my lips against her temple. “Tell me.”
She nodded, lips parted, eyes glassy. The heat of her pressed against my stomach and I couldn’t stop thinking about tasting her again.
“And my mouth?” I slid my hand between her thighs, finding her slick folds. She was soaked, ready, even if her head was still catching up. “You like it when I talk to you like this?”
Her hips rocked, small and unsteady, her ass pressing against my cock until I had to bite back a curse. But not yet. I wanted to take my time, drag every gasp and moan out of her.
Her breath stuttered. “I don’t know. I’ve never… I mean—”
Color crept over her chest and up her neck. She was embarrassed, but she stayed right there and took every second of it.
“Then let’s find out.” I circled her clit with my thumb, feeling it swell under the pressure. “You’re so wet for me, baby. I bet you taste even sweeter than before.”
Lila whimpered, nails digging into my thighs.
I slid two fingers inside her and curled them, finding that spot that made her gasp earlier.
“You like that, don’t you? The way I’m playing with your pussy?”
I pulled my fingers out, slick with her arousal. Lila’s eyes stayed locked on mine as I brought my fingers to my mouth and sucked them clean with a low groan. She was sweet, tangy, and… fucking addictive.
“Fucking delicious,” I rumbled.
She made a small, wrecked sound as she watched me. I felt her pulse jump under my hand.
I slid my hand back between her thighs, circling her clit with teasing strokes, building pressure until she squirmed.
“That’s it, baby.” I sucked lightly at the side of her neck, letting my lips linger there. “Let me make you feel good.”
I pushed two fingers inside her again and fucked her with them, slow and deep, while my thumb worked her clit without mercy. Her breath broke into short, helpless pants, her hips rocking into my hand.
“Mason!” she cried, fingers digging into the sheets. “Oh, God… I can’t…”
Her inner walls fluttered around my fingers. She was close. I felt it in the shake of her thighs, the way her hips chased my hand.
“What else do you like, Lila?” I asked, voice low and rough. “Tell me how you want me to fuck you.”
Her breath caught. She stared like she couldn’t decide whether to hide or beg. Her mouth opened, then closed again.
I nuzzled her neck, breathing her in. “Slow and deep?” I worked my fingers at an agonizing pace. “Or hard and fast?” I sped up, watching her face change in the reflection.