Chapter 8 #2
Muscular arms came down on either side of her head, effectively caging her on. He nudged apart her thighs with one knee and ducked lower.
His teeth grazed the delicate skin of her neck as he moved back down her body, one large hand palming her breast. He groaned in appreciation, and then his mouth shortly followed.
He licked her nipple, watching it pebble further beneath his touch, before sucking it back into his mouth. Lightly biting down on her taut bud.
“Mason!” she cried out.
He blew on her gently, soothing the sting, before giving her other breast equal treatment.
Taylor whimpered and moaned beneath him, completely lost to his touch. Completely lost in him.
His hands moved reverently over her, caressing her skin with gentle touches. Hot lips followed in their path, setting her ablaze. Making her entire body light up with warmth.
One large hand cupped her sex, his finger deftly sliding along her slit through the silken material of her pajama shorts.
“Hell you’re wet, sweetheart,” he said appreciatively. “I can feel you even through these sexy little shorts you have on.”
His thick finger trailed over her again, and then he was rubbing her clit through the silken material. Causing her to cry out in pleasure.
His mouth returned to one breast, sucking it into his mouth, and his thick fingers slid under her shorts, parting her silken folds.
She was dripping in arousal, her sex swollen with need.
Mason wasted no time as she moaned, just slid his fingers up through her folds and expertly circled her clit with one fingertip.
She whimpered beneath him, the touch too soft to do anything but tease her.
To make her want to beg and plead with him for more.
His finger circled faster as he applied more pressure, and then she was arching against him, her cries louder. His tongue flickered mercilessly against her nipple, his hand moving faster and faster over her clit.
Shockwaves of pleasure began to spark within her. Pinpoints of light in an otherwise dark abyss. Every aspect of her existence hinged on his touch. There was nothing else—no one else. Her whole world was Mason.
He lightly bit down on her nipple, rubbing her clit faster, and she screamed, finally falling over the edge of the precipice she’d been balancing on.
Explosions of pure pleasure clouded her vision, and as he expertly continued his ministrations, her orgasm went on and on.
Mason eased her back down from her release, softly rubbing her sex with his hand.
Finally, as she lay panting and sated, he withdrew his hand from her arousal-dampened folds. Bringing his fingers to his mouth, glistening with her juices, he tasted her.
Taylor watched in awe as he grinned, looking like the cat that had just caught the canary.
“You taste so damn good, Taylor. Next time I want you to come on my tongue. I can’t wait to have my mouth all over you.”
He stood up from her bed, adjusting himself in his shorts.
She sat up, pulling the covers up to cover her breasts. “But you—you’re....” She trailed off. Didn’t he want her to reciprocate? Or for them to have sex? He’d given her the most amazing orgasm of her entire life and now was standing up in her bedroom like it was just the start of another day.
“Another time, sweetheart. This was just about you. For you.”
“Mason—oh my God,” she said, closing her eyes.
He chuckled and ducked down for a kiss. “I liked having you come apart in my arms,” he said huskily. The back of his fingers brushed over her flushed cheek. She opened her eyes and gazed up into his bright blue ones.
“You don’t know how many times I’ve imagined that in my mind.”
“You’ve...thought about us?” Heat bloomed within her chest. Goodness knew she’d thought about Mason enough. But just because he’d asked her out didn’t necessarily mean she was always on his mind.
Hearing the words straight from his mouth though—she beamed up at him.
“Hell yes, sweetheart. Many times. And when I woke up hard as a rock with you wrapped around me this morning, I couldn’t imagine anything better. I know you wanted to take things slowly with me, but this morning was pretty damn perfect.”
“God, last night,” she said with a groan, briefly covering her eyes with one hand. She dropped it back down to the sheets as she looked at Mason. “I can’t believe Eric came back here. Again. I mean, if you weren’t here, he probably would’ve just kept pounding on my door.”
Mason nodded, his face grim. “You’re going to have to call the police, Taylor. Start documenting every time he shows up.”
“Yeah. You’re right. It’s starting to get out of hand.”
He scrubbed a hand across his jaw. “I know you’re still without a car. Want to get ready and I’ll take you to the police station?”
“I’ll call and file a report later this morning. I think they can send an officer to me.”
“I meant what I said about getting your car back tomorrow.”
“I know, I just don’t think it’ll be ready.”
Mason ducked down and grabbed her silky camisole from the floor, handing it to her. “Then I’ll be giving him a call every day for an update.”
Taylor clutched her camisole in one hand, nervously looking up at Mason. He’d seen her breasts already, touched her intimately.
Tasted her, she thought with a blush.
Why did dressing in front of him embarrass her?
“Here,” he said, holding his hand out to her. She took his hand and rose from the bed as Mason ducked down and kissed her, his free hand lightly running over the side of one breast. “You look sexy as hell topless, but I want you to feel comfortable.”
She let him help her slide the camisole back on, the bulge in his pants as prominent as ever. “I’m going to need a very cold shower when I get home.”
“Mason,” she protested, reaching out for him.
“Another time. This was about you, remember?”
She nodded, looking at him in confusion. Maybe he didn’t want her to touch him? Clearly he was aroused. A mixture of thoughts warred within her.
“I’ll come back and pick you up in a few hours for our date. Sound okay?” he asked.
“Oh, uh, sure,” she said.
“If Eric or his buddy come back here before then, call 911. Then call me. I’ll come over immediately. But make sure you file that police report this morning.”
“Okay I will.”
“I don’t like leaving you here alone,” Mason said. “Not without a way to leave.”
“This has been going on for several weeks,” she said with a shrug. “I don’t like it either, but hopefully getting the police involved will be enough to keep them from coming back.”
“I can bring you to my place if you’d feel more comfortable.”
“Mason,” she said with a sigh. “I can’t hide from my ex. I need to live my own life. And even though it’s annoying and creepy that he keeps coming over, he hasn’t threatened me or hurt me. I’ll be fine.”
He nodded, his mouth in a grim line. “All right. I’ll be back in a few hours, okay?”
“Okay.”
He leaned down and brushed his lips across her forehead then turned to go. She stood there for a moment, flustered, and then followed him into her living room.
“Lock the door behind me,” he said as he turned the deadbolt.
“I always do,” she assured him.
He turned in the doorway, his large body shielding her from the hallway outside. “No need to let the neighbors see you in that,” he said, his eyes heating.
Her nipples pebbled beneath his gaze, and the corner of his mouth tugged up in a smile. “See you soon, sweetheart.”
“See you soon,” she said, closing the door behind him.
Heat bloomed over her skin as memories of their morning flashed through her mind. Mason was sexy as sin, and she’d just let him pleasure her in her bed. She had no idea what he had planned for their afternoon together, but not even a minute had gone by since he’d left, and she already missed him.