11. Riley
Riley
The kiss lingers on my lips like the sweetest kind of fire, warm and tingling long after Mason pulls back.
My whole body feels alive in a way I’ve never experienced before.
Heat pools low in my belly, heavy and aching, spreading through my veins until even my fingertips feel sensitive.
I’ve never been kissed like that. Never felt this desperate, throbbing need between my legs, this slick warmth that makes me press my thighs together without thinking.
I’m a virgin. I’ve read about this kind of desire in my spicy books, but living it is completely different.
It’s overwhelming. Consuming. And it’s all because of him.
Mason stands in front of me, chest heaving, his magnetic eyes dark with the same hunger I feel burning inside me.
His hands are still on my waist, large and rough, holding me like he can’t quite let go.
The cabin air feels thicker now. My head spins.
The generator hums steadily in the background, sending warm air through the vents that brushes against my skin like a caress.
I step closer, pressing my body against his, feeling the hard ridge of his erection against my stomach through our clothes. It’s big. Intimidating. And it makes me ache even more. “Mason,” I whisper, my voice breathy and needy. “Don’t stop. Please. I’ve never felt anything like this before.”
He groans low in his throat, a deep rumbling sound that vibrates through his chest and into mine.
His fingers flex on my waist, digging in just enough to make me gasp.
For a second I think he’s going to kiss me again, to keep going, but then he pulls back slightly, like something in him snaps back into place at the last possible second.
“We should make something to eat,” he says, voice rough and strained. “You need your strength.”
I shake my head quickly, rising up on my toes to chase his mouth. “I’m not hungry.”
His eyes darken further, pupils blown wide. He looks at me like he wants to devour me whole. “Well I am,” he growls, and before I can process what’s happening he bends down and lifts me clean off the floor.
I let out a surprised squeak as he throws me over his shoulder in true caveman fashion, one big hand gripping the back of my thigh to hold me steady.
The world tilts and my stomach flips with excitement.
His shoulder’s solid and warm under my belly, the muscles flexing as he carries me across the cabin like I weigh nothing.
My hair falls forward, brushing against his back, and heat radiates off his body through his shirt.
“Mason!” I laugh, half shocked and half thrilled, my hands gripping his shirt for balance. The sound comes out light and bubbly even though my heart is racing.
He doesn’t answer with words. He just carries me to the big bed and drops me down onto the mattress.
I bounce once on the heavy quilts, the fabric soft and cool against my back.
Before I can catch my breath he’s on me, crawling over my body like a predator, his massive frame caging me in.
The weight of him presses me into the bed in the most delicious way, his hips settling between my thighs so I can feel exactly how hard he is for me.
“Been trying to keep control,” he rasps, voice low and filthy as he looks down at me. His eyes burn with hunger. “But I can’t anymore. Not with you looking at me like that. Not when I can smell how wet you are for me already.”
Heat floods my face and between my legs at his words.
No one’s ever spoken to me like this. It should embarrass me, but instead it makes me even wetter, a fresh rush of slick heat soaking my panties.
I reach up and pull him down into another kiss, desperate and messy.
His mouth claims mine, tongue sliding deep, tasting me like he owns me.
One of his big hands slides under my shirt, rough palm gliding over my bare stomach and up to cup my breast. His thumb brushes over my nipple and I arch into him with a whimper, the sensation shooting straight to my core.
“So sensitive,” he murmurs against my lips, pinching the tight peak gently. “These pretty tits have been teasing me for days. So soft and perfect.”
I moan into his mouth, my hands sliding into his hair and tugging.
He kisses down my neck, stubble scraping deliciously against my skin, leaving a trail of heat and little marks that make me shiver.
When he reaches the collar of the oversized t-shirt he growls in frustration and sits back just enough to pull it up and off me in one smooth motion.
Cool air hits my bare breasts and I gasp, nipples tightening even more under his gaze.
“Fuck, look at you,” he says, voice thick with desire. “So beautiful. My innocent little one with these perfect tits just waiting for Daddy’s mouth.”
The word Daddy slips from his lips and sends a fresh wave of arousal through me.
I’ve never wanted anything more. He leans down and takes one nipple into his hot mouth, sucking hard while his tongue swirls around the sensitive peak.
I cry out, back arching off the bed, hands fisting in his hair.
The wet heat of his mouth is overwhelming, each pull sending sparks straight between my legs.
He switches to the other breast, lavishing it with the same attention, his free hand kneading the one he just left.
“So sweet,” he growls against my skin, biting gently then soothing with his tongue. “Taste so fucking good. Been dying to get my mouth on you.”
He kisses lower, lips and tongue tracing a path down my stomach. Every press of his mouth leaves a trail of fire. When he reaches the waistband of the sweatpants he looks up at me, eyes blazing.
“Lift your hips, baby.”
I do as he says without hesitation, lifting so he can peel the pants and my panties down my legs in one go. The cool air hits my exposed pussy and I shiver, suddenly shy. But Mason makes a low sound of approval that chases the embarrassment away.
“Such a pretty little pussy,” he murmurs, spreading my thighs wider with his big hands. “Look how wet you are for me. Dripping already. All mine.”
I’m soaked. I can feel it, the slickness coating my folds and inner thighs. Mason settles between my legs, broad shoulders holding me open. He leans in and runs his tongue slowly up my slit, groaning like I’m the best thing he’s ever tasted.
“Oh god,” I moan, hips jerking. The sensation is electric, hot and wet and perfect. His tongue is firm and confident, licking broad stripes before circling my clit with devastating precision. “I’ve never done this before,” I admit.
He stops, pulling away so he can gaze into my eyes. “Virgin?”
I nod, slowly.
“Fuck me,” he groans, lowering himself and resuming his work on my clit. “That’s it,” he growls against me, the vibration making me whimper. “Let Daddy taste this sweet virgin pussy. So fucking tight and wet. Been thinking about burying my face between these thighs since the moment I saw you.”
He licks deeper, tongue pushing inside me, fucking me with slow, deliberate strokes.
His stubble scrapes against my sensitive inner thighs, adding a delicious edge of roughness.
One of his thick fingers joins his tongue, sliding into me carefully, stretching me open.
The fullness is intense but so good. He curls the finger, stroking a spot inside me that makes stars burst behind my eyes.
“So tight,” he rasps, adding a second finger. “This little pussy is going to squeeze my cock so good when I finally fuck you. But first Daddy’s going to make you come on his tongue.”
He sucks my clit into his mouth, hard, while his fingers pump steadily. The wet sounds of his mouth and fingers fill the cabin, obscene and perfect. I’m moaning loudly now, hips rocking against his face, chasing the pleasure that’s building so fast it scares me.
“Come for me,” he commands, voice muffled but dominant. “Come all over Daddy’s face like the naughty girl you are. Let me taste it.”
The words push me over the edge. Pleasure crashes through me in powerful waves, my back arching off the bed as I cry out his name.
My thighs clamp around his head, pussy pulsing around his fingers as I come harder than I ever have in my life.
He keeps licking and stroking me through it, drawing out every last tremor until I’m a trembling, breathless mess beneath him.
When he finally pulls back, his lips and chin are shiny with my arousal. He looks feral and satisfied as he crawls up my body and kisses me deeply, letting me taste myself on his tongue. It’s filthy and intimate and I love it.
He rests his forehead against mine, breathing hard. “I’m going to make lunch now,” he says, voice rough but with a hint of that protective control returning. “You need to eat.”
I’m still floating, body humming with aftershocks, my mind spinning. I just came so hard with a man I barely know, a man who’s supposed to be protecting me. And all I can think about is how soon I can get him to do it again.