Chapter Eighteen
W hy in the hell did I ever agree to go out with him tonight?
This was such a mistake because he’s tearing down all of my walls and leaving me raw and wanting. Something I definitely was hoping to avoid tonight.
Mason’s charm and charisma are no secret to anybody, and he damn well knows it. But I wasn’t ready to fall prey to it tonight. Maybe that’s an oversight on my part, but I’m struggling to keep from throwing myself at him in front of everyone.
He gets two ride passes for the night, and we get in line for a roller coaster, not that I need it to flip my stomach. Mason’s doing that just fine on his own.
Is it so bad that I’m having the time of my life, teasing him tonight?
It’s not that I don’t want him. I just don’t want to set myself up to get hurt all over again. The pull between us is obviously there.
We’re adults now. We aren’t kids anymore. Maybe we could have a little fun without getting our emotions too involved. The line is getting shorter and shorter, and so is my fuse on jumping his bones.
We scoot forward, and Mason positions himself directly behind. me, goose bumps form across my arms and shoulders as his right fingers graze the side of my waist.
Stepping back, I flatten my backside against him, and his grip tightens, driving me crazy. Lifting and dropping my hip ever so slightly, he growls in my ear. My core tightens, arousal pooling in my center.
Raising my hand, I overlap it on his, brushing my thumb back and forth as I gently grind back against his dick.
I gasp at the pressure that definitely wasn’t there before. His lips press into the top of my head, and he sways us slowly side to side, taking control of my movements.
His free hand wraps around the other side of my waist, and I feel completely engulfed by his presence.
Lifting our connected hands, I bring them to my lips and kiss his palm. Tingles run down my back, and another side of me takes over—someone fearless and animalistic.
I flick my tongue against his skin, and his other hand on my waist pinches me. I jump back into him from the intensity.
His lips hit my ear. “You get off on teasing me in public, Sunset. I love it.” His voice is almost unrecognizable, rough and needy. “One more move, and I’ll take you right here.”
I giggle and spin in his grasp, looking straight up at him. A massive mistake because his gaze is almost too intense to hold, too passionate and hot. I’m trapped in it, at his mercy, as he slides his hand into my hair and tilts my head back.
Oh God, we are totally being one of those handsy couples in line at the fair. But right now, I couldn’t give a fuck about what everyone else might think. I don’t even have the capacity to think at all with him holding me like this.
He bends down and kisses my cheek once, then my jaw, and the shell of my ear. “Do you have any idea what you’re doing to me?”
I shake my head side to side, and he tugs me closer until I can really feel it.
“Oh.”
Great dirty talk, Daphne.
“Tease me all fucking night, and I’ll thank you afterward.
There’s no pressure or expectations. I’ll take whatever you’re willing to give.
” He pulls back enough to meet my eyes, but his voice becomes soft, only loud enough for me to hear.
“But I make no promises that I won’t beg, helplessly and pathetically for your touch. ”
I roll my eyes playfully at his confession.
He grabs my chin and forces me to look at him, seriousness in his eyes and tone. “Don’t you get it, Daphne? I’m yours completely, regardless if you’re mine.”
“Next!” the worker calls out behind me, and I blink myself out of my blood-pumping stupor.
God, I can’t even think straight right now. I feel like I’m floating onto the ride as we ascend the stairs and settle into the roller-coaster car, buckling ourselves in. Mason lifts his arm and throws it over my shoulders, closing the distance between us.
“Good to go,” the worker calls out to the guy at the control panel, and a second later, the roller coaster starts chugging forward.
Mason slides his fingers over the top of my bare thigh, his giant hand covering the top completely, which is a feat since my thighs aren’t exactly small.
His fingers pulse with squeezes, and I clench my thighs together as the worker walks by each cart, tugging on the safety belts.
As we move to the first curve of the track, slowly gaining speed, Mason’s right hand trails higher on my leg, closer and closer to the crease of my thigh.
My breath is shallow and uneven as his touch sets me on fire. I’m practically panting, wanting more.
Tilting his head down to mine, he whispers in my ear, “Do you want me to stop?”
I look up at him; his pupils are blown, and his lips are parted. He wants this as much as I do. But I’m frozen in place, and I can’t move or make a sound, in a haze from the way he’s looking at me right now.
He leans forward and breathes me in, an animalistic sound growling through him. “I will get on my knees and beg if that’s what it takes. You’re all I can think about.”
I’m so going to regret this.
“Remember when you said don’t overthink it ?”
“Is that what you want? To not overthink it?” he whispers into my ear, and I nod ever so slightly. “So, do you want me to stop?”
“God, no.” The breathy words leave me a bit too fast and desperate.
He chuckles darkly. “Everyone’s going to be shouting and screaming on this roller coaster because of the turns and drops.” His hand disappears beneath my dress. Thankfully, the car is built high, and no one can see in. “But I want you screaming because of me .”
I suck in an uneven gasp as his fingers brush over the lace, finding my clit like they were programmed for it. Is he really trying to get me off on this ride? And, God, why does the thought and his touch nearly push me over the edge?
We straighten out around the bend and speed toward the first hill, my nerves starting to mix with the pleasure.
“ Mason .”
He kisses my temple as my hair falls behind me from the gradual incline. “Feel the rush, baby. Don’t fight it.”
Two of his fingers slip beneath my panties from the side. My pussy is greedy for his touch, and my legs fall apart.
He leans down and runs his tongue up the length of my jaw, and a moan slips past my lips.
“You’re so fucking sexy,” he grunts and adjusts his hips.
He’s focusing on me, but all I can think about is the pulsing cock in his jeans, calling my name.
Inching my fingers under his arm and over his jeans, I slide my hand over his massive erection.
“Oh my fucking God,” he whimpers desperately, his voice soft and breathy as I squeeze him and stroke back and forth over his pants.
I gasp as a finger eases through my wetness, followed by another. He sinks them further into me, tenderly moving in and out as we climb toward the top of the giant hill.
His thumb finds my clit and somehow perfectly works me, as if he knows my body like the back of his own hand, and I’m falling apart uncontrollably.
He bites on my earlobe and growls into my ear, his voice drowning out the shouts and screams of everyone around us. “Be my good fucking girl and come for me. I want you dripping down my fingers when we plummet down this drop.”
From the combination of his touch, the rush of adrenaline, and his gravelly voice begging me in my ear, I’m seconds from diving into oblivion.
But if I’m coming, he’s coming with me. Slipping my hand beneath his jeans, I grip him over his boxers, pumping him as he moans into my ear, and I fight my orgasm.
His fingers hook inside of me, hitting all of the right spots, and, holy fuck, I’m going to explode.
The roller coaster crests the top of the hill. I’m no longer in control of my moans and whimpers; he’s controlling them with every circle and thrust.
“Fuck, Daphne, you’re going to make me come.”
He unevenly inhales helplessly, his head falling against mine. The sound of my name on his lips ruins me, and the next pump of his fingers sends me flying.
My stomach jumps into my throat as we drop, and my orgasm tears through me as we free-fall down the thirty-foot drop.
“ Mason ,” I moan, lost in the sea of screams around us. “Oh Gooood.”
“ Daphne .” He whimpers my name with such absolution as he pulses beneath my hand, spilling into his boxers as waves of pleasure roll through me, everything more intensified by what’s happening around us.
As we round a corner and I’m thrown into his side from the force, he grunts and softly laughs, easing his fingers out of me.
He lifts them straight to his mouth, sucking them clean with a smirk on his lips. “My new favorite sweet treat.”
“You’re ridiculous.” I gently remove my hand from his pants and giggle as the coaster approaches a loop.
He takes my hand in his and strokes mine with his thumb. “What’s ridiculous is that we ever spent time apart.”
I don’t know what I want from us yet. I don’t know where I want this to go. All I do know is that right now, there’s nowhere else I’d rather be.
What the hell got into me last night? Well, besides Mason’s fingers, I mean. He’s got me all wound up, and I’ve lost all sense of sanity.
Gentleman Mason returned after our little roller-coaster exhibition, and kinky Mason went back into hiding, which, honestly, I’m thankful for because I was willing to do anything that man asked last night. Which was certainly not part of my plan.
He cleaned himself up in the bathroom, and we rode a few more rides— less orgasms happening on those . And then he drove me back to the cabin.
No kiss good night. No pressure to come inside.
He handed the reins back over to me, and I was too goddamn gobsmacked from earlier in the night that I didn’t even know how to act or function.
And then a few minutes ago, I wake up to a text from him.
Mason: Good morning. Coffee and gluten-free cinnamon rolls will be delivered in a few. Hope you slept well. :)
Stepping into my slippers, I head downstairs with my phone, wearing a thin cami tank top and PJ shorts.