Chapter 52
MASON
Her mouth is on mine and everything else disappears.
The taste of her. The weight of her in my lap. The way her hands frame my face like she's claiming me.
I kiss her back—slowly at first, letting her lead, letting her set the pace. Letting her get used to the feel of us. But when her tongue touches mine, something in me breaks open.
My hand slides up her back, into her hair. I tug gently, angling her head back, and deepen the kiss, taking more, needing more.
She makes a sound—soft, needy—and it goes straight to my dick.
Hell, my dick’s been in the game since the first moment I scoped her out.
I pull back just enough to speak, my forehead against hers. “Thank you for telling me.”
Eyes closed, she just nods.
“Do you trust me?”
She nods again, no hesitation.
Nuzzling my nose against hers, I say, “Tell me.”
“I trust you, Mason,” she says, her voice clear.
It goes straight to my dick, pulsing against the confines of my jeans. “Can I touch you?”
Her breath hitches.
“Can I make you feel good?” My voice is rough. Raw. “Make you feel safe with my touch?”
Shivering, she nods.
“Say it.”
“Yes.” Her gaze is wide and trusting. “Yes, Mason.”
Leaning in, I kiss her, eyes open, watching her to be sure she wants this. My hand moves to her thigh, sliding up under the hem of her shorts. Her skin is warm and soft, supple. I move higher—
She's not wearing anything underneath. When she knew I was coming over.
Fuck.
“Lily.” My voice is strained as my fingers brush against her. She's already wet and slippery, and the knowledge nearly undoes me.
She shifts on my lap, spreading her knees apart, watching where my hand is inside her shorts.
“Still okay?” My voice is gravel with need and it takes all my will to focus on being gentle.
“I want—” She bites her lip, rocking against me a little.
“More?” I run my thumb up her slit, rubbing over her little clit. I circle it, watching her face, testing to see what she likes.
Then I find it, a spot at its base that makes her gasp as her hips jerk forward. Like I flipped a switch on, she grinds against my hand with new frenzy.
I kiss her neck, my other hand gripping her ass cheek and holding her in place. I watch the flush crawl up her neck, watch the sweat break out on her face. Her eyes stay on me as I watch her come undone.
I lick up her neck because I can’t lick between her legs. “Lift your sweatshirt, Lily. Play with your tits.”
Her eyes widen, but she obeys—pulling the fabric up, exposing herself. Her hands move to her breasts, hesitant at first.
“That's it,” I murmur, watching her. “Show me. Show me what you like.”
Her eyes flutter closed. Her fingers tighten on her nipples, gently pinching and pulling.
Because I can’t help myself, I kiss one, my dick throbbing when she moans long and loud. “Look at me.”
Her eyes open—glazed, desperate.
I tease her opening with the tip of my finger, easing it in and out, watching to make sure she’s still okay.
“Yes.” She rocks against me, her nails biting into my biceps. “Please. I want to feel you inside me.”
I increase the pressure on her clit, the rhythm, as I slide a finger into her. She's close—I can feel it in the way her body tenses, the way her thighs tremble. Her hips move against my hand, chasing the pleasure. I curl my finger inside her and rub. “That's it, pretty girl. Take what you need.”
“Mason—”
“Now, Lily.” I kiss her neck again and then sit back to watch. “Come for me.”