Chapter 22 #2
I brushed his hand away and scooted down to take him into my mouth. Mase sucked in a breath through his teeth. Salty precum coated my tongue, and his hips rocked up, pushing him deeper.
His hands were everywhere. My sides, my breasts, my nipples, then he yanked my leg sideways to bring me closer to him.
“Bring me that pretty pussy,” he growled, before lifting me to straddle his face.
I nearly choked as his tongue went to town on my clit. He wrapped his big hands around my ass, his fingertips teasing my back entrance, holding me in place when I wriggled against his mouth. My concentration was shot in the best way possible.
As much as I tried to focus on his dick, I couldn’t stop the freight train of an orgasm when he finally slid a finger inside me.
My legs jerked closed on his face as I quivered and let him loose with a pop.
A satisfied sound rumbled out of Mase’s chest, and he moved me again before the aftershocks even started to fade.
I found myself at the foot of the bed, on hands and knees, licking his taste off my lips. Mase kneeled behind me and reached for the condom he must have put on the bedside table.
“My turn,” he said.
He ripped the wrapper open with his teeth and rolled the condom on in one smooth motion. Instead of pushing forward, he stroked one ass cheek before slapping lightly. He dragged his tip through my wet slit, teasing me as I whimpered.
“I’ve been dreaming of you like this,” he said, his voice low and gravelly.
“Join the club,” I panted, angling myself to get him a little closer.
His other hand slipped underneath me to tease my nipple, and a bolt of pleasure shot directly to my pussy. I needed him inside me, or I was going to explode.
“Mase,” I pleaded.
He leaned over to lick the back of my neck. “Better brace yourself.”
Mase pushed forward, filling me to the brink of pain. He groaned, then retreated before going a little farther. Each time, I pushed back, eager for more, but he held my hips in place.
“Relax for me, baby. I don’t want to hurt you.”
My hands clenched the bedding in front of me as I tried to obey, but my body wanted to move. I rolled my hips, eliciting another moan, and peeked over my shoulder. Mase’s eyes locked onto my face.
“You won’t hurt me.” I squeezed and watched him break.
His fingers dug into my hip as he slammed forward. Yesss. I pushed back to meet him, showing him I could take the brutal pounding.
“Fuck yes, baby. Take me all the way. You’re doing so good.”
After my first orgasm, I didn’t expect a second, but Mase had me on the edge again in no time. My vision went white, and my entire body tensed up as the waves of pleasure rolled over me. Shortly after, he groaned my name as he emptied into me, and I collapsed onto the mattress.
“Be right back,” he muttered, rolling off the bed and heading into my bathroom.
I stretched like a contented cat sideways across the dismantled covers. My whole body felt like warm jelly, and I wanted to curl up next to him for the next twelve to forty-eight hours. Water ran in the sink, and Mase came out with one of my washcloths.
He met my eyes, then leaned down to clean me with the warm, damp towel. “You okay?”
I grinned. “Yes. Definitely more fun than my stream, though I’m always in favor of surprise strip shows.”
“Probably won’t be a regular thing,” he deadpanned.
I laughed. “Think of all the other ways you could interrupt my videos.”
His gaze shot back up to me. “You’re not upset I got in the way of your work?”
“Truthfully, I’d already checked out by the time you got here, but I’m not going to complain about your attempts to be sexy if you don’t complain when they don’t work. I’m not always going to be easily distracted.”
“Fair enough,” he said, leaning back on his heels. “Need anything else?”
“Yeah.” I crawled under my rumpled covers and held them open. “Coming?”
Mase looked at the washcloth in his hand, then tossed it back toward the bathroom with a shrug. “I’ll take care of that later.”
He climbed in next to me, hauled my naked body against his, and pulled the blankets up to my chin where I liked them. The second his arms came around me, a sense of rightness made me sigh. We’d agreed to make things easy, but I couldn’t help worrying about what happened next.
I didn’t want him to leave. Not in the morning.
Not next week for his away game. Not at the end of the semester when he’d probably move back to Portland—and I had to deal with Valor wanting me to relocate to Maryland.
Mom didn’t want to move. Andrew had already been through enough changes. Not to mention the threat from his dad.
How were we supposed to make any of that easy?
Mase rubbed his fingers over my stomach. “I can feel you thinking.”
“I am,” I said slowly. Tonight wasn’t supposed to be heavy. It was supposed to be fun. “I think next time some nipple tassels would really add some pizzaz.”
He laughed, and the happy rumble against my back filled me with a warm glow. Like Mase had said… I was tired of things being hard. Tomorrow would be soon enough to do something about it.