Chapter 32 #2
I frown down at him. Is he okay? “Well, yeah.” I shrug. “I could do with some time with the girls.” Maybe the distance between us will be good. It still scares me how much I rely on him and so soon.
“How long will you be gone?”
“A week. Lucy is paying for the majority, and I will pay her back when I can,” I explain, even though I know I don’t need to.
He nods his head, sitting back in his seat and looking up at me. “You expect me to go a week without you?” He questions, rubbing his pointer finger over his lips.
“You went thirty-two years.” I shrug, smiling down at him.
He rolls his lips, clearly pissed off.
Here we go.
“I don’t know if I can go that long, Nina.” He pouts.
“Well I’m going, whether you like it or not.”
His lip twitches before he smiles. “Then why did you come here?” He asks knowingly, rubbing his hands on the armrests.
My eyes drop to his crotch, and I see he’s hard, his cock straining against his zipper.
He knows exactly why I’m here.
“Did you know about this?” I ask, my brows drawing in.
“No.” He smiles. “I didn’t.”
“And you don’t mind if I go?”
That was too easy.
“Depends.” He starts to unzip his trousers and then releases himself. “You’re going to have to work for it.”
I lick my lips, tasting watermelon, then drop to my knees as I shake my head. “Sex fiend.”
“Just you fucking wait, Pix.” He drops his head back to his seat as I wrap my lips around him, taking him to the back of my throat. “Fuck!” He hisses out.
I smile around him, loving how I can disarm him so easily. It makes me feel powerful.
Hollowing my cheeks, I draw him in and out of my mouth, flicking my tongue over his slit as I reach the head and driving him wild. His hands soon find my hair, and he starts to guide me, taking the control he can never fully give up.
“You’re the hottest fuck, baby.” Pushing back the hair that veils me, he uses his thumb to pull on my bottom lip and expose my teeth, grazing his cock in the process as it slides in and out of my mouth.
My eyes lock with his, dark and dilated and completely glazed. He is so hot for this right now.
“I want to remember how you taste,” I moan around him, my need just as strong as his. I rub my thighs together, trying to gain some friction—anything to stop this ache.
His hips jut up, and his hands force my head down, his cock hitting the back of my throat with every thrust. I snap my eyes closed as I focus on not retching. My gag reflexes are sharp, but this is deep even for me.
“I need to be deeper,” he grits out, and I can tell he is close.
I whimper, knowing I can’t take him any more than I am. Instead, I suck him almost violently. Up and down at my own pace, but still as close to the hilt as I can get him.
“Jesus Christ,” he pants.
Using my hand, I work him as I suck only on the head, running my tongue up the protruding vein on his underside and then back into my mouth again. Precum coats my tongue, and a growl rips through his chest.
“I’m gonna come,” he tells me.
“Hmmm,” I groan around him, his eyes locked on mine.
With one hand wrapped around him and my mouth locked on the tip of his cock, I use my other hand to lower my straps, pulling on the material until it slides over my breasts, releasing them.
“Fuck. Yes!” he elates.
Leaning back, his cock slides out of my mouth with a pop, breaking the connection as he reaches down and takes himself in his hand. He pumps himself four times before he is spurting out and onto my chest.
He smirks at me as I slowly rise to my feet and lean back against his desk. Standing, he reaches out his hand and begins smearing himself all over my breasts. Massaging his cum into my skin until my nipples are straining between his fingers and my core is throbbing with need.
“What do you want?” he rasps, looking down his nose at me, completely sated. His neck looks thick and strong.
I want to suck on it.
“I want you to touch me.”
He pinches my nipple hard, and I whimper. “I am. Tell me where.”
I lean in and rub my lips against his, my nipples scratching against his shirt and causing my flesh to heat.
“I want you to touch me here.” Taking his hand, I guide it between my legs, and his palm instantly moulds to me, his middle finger running through my folds and then dipping inside.
His eyes flick to mine. “You came here fucking bare?”
I’m so turned on and wet that I instantly ripple around him, dropping my head to his shoulder on a soft cry.
He dips in and out of me leisurely, taking his time to build me up before adding another finger. Heat flushes through me as his thumb finds my clit, rubbing in circles until my toes curl and I’m clutching his shirt in my hand.
“Fuck.” I bite into his pec, trying to keep quiet.
“On the desk. Now,” he demands, and I whimper at the loss of his touch.
He makes room for me, the contents of his desk spilling to the floor as he places open-mouthed kisses up the centre of my chest and throat. Once he reaches my mouth, he places a bruising kiss on my lips but then pulls away.
Stepping back, he tugs on his tie, his eyes boring into me as I lie spread out on his desk. He undoes three buttons then pulls his shirt over his shoulders. Revealing his solid chest and chiselled abs to me.
His hands grasp the backs of my knees and pull me to the edge of the desk, and then he is penetrating me.
As always, it’s rough and fast and all at once. His head drops to mine as he squeezes his eyes tight. “You’re so fucking wet.”
I latch onto his lips as he starts to rock into me, rolling his hips. One hand grips me behind the neck as his tongue ravishes my mouth, whilst his other hand wraps around my back, lifting and guiding me onto his rock-hard cock.
Our pelvises grind together on every roll of his hips, and I know he is close. I’m right there with him.
“I’m going to miss you. This,” I tell him, looking into his eyes.
He frowns at first in confusion, but then his face breaks out into the most beautiful smile. “I’ll miss you, too.”
Our eyes hold as he picks up the pace, driving into me faster and harder until we both fall over the edge.
“I love you, Mase,” I pant out between ragged breaths as my heart beats fearlessly between us.
“I love you too.”
I stand in front of Mason’s bathroom mirror, thanking my lucky stars he even has a bathroom in here.
Who has a shower in their damn office?
My hair is a wild mess, and my skirt is twisted. Mason leans against the doorframe watching as I use a flannel to wipe my chest.
He looks dark and dangerous, and if I weren’t in a hurry to get back to the girls, I’d be on him like a leech.
I already know the coming home sex is going to be wild.
He watches as I straighten my skirt, his eyes locked on my legs. “I can see your ass cheeks, Nina.” He readjusts himself in his trousers, and I smile, loving that even after two orgasms, I can still get him hard.
His brows draw in. “Is that…”
He steps up behind me as I feel warm liquid dripping from my centre, slowly running down my inner thigh. “Shit.” I go to wipe it away, but he’s already there, his hand cupping me from behind and sliding over my already sensitive flesh.
“Booossman,” I hum, knowing I don’t have time.
His teeth sink into my neck, and he sucks, pushing three thick fingers into me, then spreading his cum through my folds and over my clit.
“Yes,” I groan, knowing I will come in a matter of seconds with how sensitive I am.
My head drops to his shoulder, and I look down my nose at us in the mirror. His lips lie open against my throat, his eyes trained on the mirror. Specifically between my legs where his hand works me.
I am one lucky, lucky girl.
My legs are like jelly as I exit Mason’s office thirty minutes later, his hand sat low on my back as he guides me into the reception area.
I planned to come here and get him off so I wouldn’t feel bad about going away, and I hoped he would be cool about it.
I didn’t expect anything in return. Well, I knew I would get something out of it, but I feel like I’ve been well and truly fucked, not the other way around.
My cheeks flush as George looks up at me from behind the desk. I tried to tame my appearance, but I know I look like a hot mess, and I appreciate it when he doesn’t say a word, carrying on with his typing.
“Don’t miss your flight,” Mason tells me, tugging the strap of my bag higher on my shoulder for me.
“I won’t miss my flight.”
He nods his head and looks to the ground. My stomach twists with guilt. Should I be leaving him again so soon? It’s not been long since his father passed.
“I don’t have to go. If you wanted me to stay?”
His head snaps up. “You would stay? If I asked you to, you would stay?”
“Of course I would.”
He frowns before a cheeky smile pulls at his lips. “What have you done with my girlfriend?”
“Shut up!” I push on his shoulder, stepping away from him, but he grabs my hand and pulls me into him, planting his lips on mine as he wraps his arms around my neck.
“Go, Pix. I know you will always come back to me.” He cranes his neck back to look down at me. “I love you.”
We’re late. So late that we are those people. The ones that run through the airport with their boarding passes in hand, shouting at people to move.
Classy, I know.
I’m out of breath as I lug my suitcase behind me, praying we make it to our gate on time.
We would have been here early if Lucy didn’t decide to try a new colour.
She now has bright pink hair instead of pastel pink.
She FaceTimed Scarlet and gave her an earful about how she followed her directions, and it hadn’t worked.
She was mortified and now has a cap pulled over the bright roots. It’ll fade in the sun—we hope.
The girls veer off as we pass our gate.
“Girls!” I yell, looking between the gate and then back to the direction they are running. I stand panting and out of breath, a sharp pain shooting through my gut. I haven’t had a stitch in years.
Serves me right running on a stomach full of Prosecco.
I take off after them, yelling for them to slow down.
“Come on, sugar tits. You don’t want to keep them waiting,” Megan quips.
“Them? Guys, we’ve missed the gate.”
They chuckle to each other as if that’s the funniest thing they have ever heard. It gives me a chance to catch up with them.
The corridor opens up, and we come to a lounge area. It’s over-the-top luxury and filled with five faces I was not expecting to see.
Mase approaches me, his hand going to my waist.
His lip twitches. “Happy holiday, Pix.”
The cocky bastard.
Lucy stops beside us. “Surprise!”
“Tell me I didn’t just give him world-class going away head when he is coming with me?”