Mason
MASON
What’s right and what’s wrong are overrated.
The lines are blurred; consequences negated.
I’m left with no truth, only lies that I’ve built.
I’m left all alone, consumed by the guilt.
S he’s fidgety, quiet too. My parking spot is the last one on this level in the garage; it’s the largest and away from everyone else’s.
We walk in unison, my hand still on the small of her back.
I’m not letting go until I have her in my car.
She’s running, we both know it, and I won’t fucking allow it.
She needs to know that she belongs to me. She wants to hide this and that’s fine with me. But only to the extent that she knows not to be ashamed for going after what she wants. Discretion is one thing but I won’t be denied.
I’ll give her everything she desires; I want to. I want to see her smile, to hear that laugh that drew me to her. I’ll do everything I can to make it up to her.
And she’ll give me all of her in return. There’s no exception to this compromise.
The passenger side door clicks loudly in the empty garage as I open it but then I stop, shutting it before she has a chance to slip in.
My dick is hard; my blood is hot. Glancing at a confused Jules, her doe eyes stare back at me. The same eyes I’ve been looking at all day. But there’s no hint of a smile, only concern and rejection mixed in those soft blue hues.
There’s a large cement post to the right of my car.
It’s square in shape and maybe three feet wide.
If someone drove up, it would block us for the moment.
Only a moment, but the odds of anyone coming to a commercial parking garage this late at night are slim.
Fixing what’s between us right now is worth taking the risk of being caught.
My shoulders are tense as I slip off my jacket and lead her to the front of the car, where we’ll be blocked from view.
Her heels click and her eyes flicker with a knowing want.
Although her steps are hesitant, she follows my lead, looking over her shoulder and no doubt wondering what exactly I have planned for her.
“Mason?” The hesitation in her voice comes out as a gasp as her lush ass presses against the car.
My only answer is to grip her hips and back her up to the hood of my car, pinning her down and crushing my lips against hers.
Her hands fly to my chest pushing me away at first, caught off guard by the sudden change of plans.
But then they travel up my neck ever so slowly, giving in to me and then move to the back of my head, pulling me in for more.
That’s a good girl. My good girl. The woman who needs me and I damn well need to show her I need her too.
I break our heated kiss to breathe, her chest touching mine as I look down at her. “Be good for me and be quiet.” I murmur the command and she can only nod in response, her warm breath trailing down my neck.
I crush my lips to hers again and she moans into my mouth, but before she can deepen it, I fist her hair in my hands. Pulling her away, I grab her hip and flip her over so her breasts are pressed against the metal.
“Stick your ass out for me,” I command her in a rough voice as I palm my dick through my pants and look around the pillar. There’s no one in sight and I fucking need her tight pussy cumming on my dick.
Her lust-filled whimpers encourage me as I pull her head back by her hair and kiss her neck. She rocks her hips and that small space between her thighs brushes against my dick. Teasing me.
I’m quick to unzip my pants, my pulse racing from the very thought that someone could see us or hear us.
I finally let her go to stroke myself once and wait for her reaction now that she’s fully aware of what I plan to do.
She lets out a gasp, bracing herself and looking over her slender shoulder at me with those gorgeous blue eyes so full of lust … and trust.
Slipping her lacy panties to the side, I kiss her neck once more before shoving myself deep inside her tight cunt. Fuck. She feels too good. With my eyes closed, I give her a moment to adjust. Only for a moment. This has to be quick, no time for playing.
Her back arches and her fingers scrape along the car, but she doesn’t scream out.
Nothing leaves her lips but a small gasp as her mouth forms a perfect O .
Her pussy spasms and feels like heaven as I hold in a groan and place my hand on the small of her back, pressing her down and keeping her in place.
Her eyes are closed tight and her teeth sunk into her bottom lip. I rock out slightly and push back in, forcing the sweetest sound from those beautiful bloodred lips. A moan of pleasure.
I grip her chin in my hand and force her to look at me. I want her to watch me. I want her eyes on mine as I take her just how she needs.
Her eyes slowly open as she lets out a breath and that’s when I slam into her again. She bucks forward, a small cry uttering from her lips and I wait again for her to look back at me.
“You need to watch me, sweetheart,” I say with an even voice even though it’s really a demand.
I’ll show her who she belongs to and how good I’ll be to her. But she has to watch me, she needs to see it all and know this is exactly what she wanted. That she wanted me.
She rests her cheek against the car and keeps her eyes on me as I thrust into her again and again, pulling all the way out and then slamming all the way back in.
It’s difficult to keep the groans low but I do, and she does what she’s told, staying quiet and watching me as I fuck her like she deserves to be fucked.
The sound of tires squealing above us makes her squirm beneath me, but I hush her and lower myself closer to her.
Leaning down, I push my chest against her back and kiss her gently on the lips.
“They won’t see.” My hand slips between us and lifts up the front of her dress, lightly running along her clit.
I play with her, teasing and rubbing while watching her writhe under me.
“Look at me,” I command her and she’s quick to turn her eyes to me.
They reflect nothing but torturous pleasure and the need to cry out her release.
She’s gorgeous and I could make this easy for her.
I really could. I could fuck her quickly and take her over the edge so she doesn’t have to fight the urge for long.
I could let her close her eyes and look away.
But I’m not interested in that.
Jules is going to see. I won’t let her think this is all pretend and something that it’s not.
I’m going to give her everything she needs. I’m going to make it all right again and she’s going to love me for it. I couldn’t care less if that makes me a prick.
It doesn’t matter how it’s going to end, just that it happens this way. Right here and right now.
“Mason.” She whispers my name as her release takes her gently, her soft folds taking me deeper into her.
I have to wait for her to stop trembling, a cold sweat breaking out along my skin before moving my fingers to her lips.
I wish she were naked so I could see every inch of her.
So I could see the flush that’s creeping up her chest.
“Turn around.” I give her the simple command and she obeys, her chest rising and falling unsteadily and her legs still trembling slightly.
“This is going to be quick,” I tell her and then grab her hips in both my hands and angle her how I want her.
I glance up to make sure she’s still watching and just like the good girl she is, those gorgeous pale blue eyes are on me.
I piston my hips, surprising her as she braces her limp body against the car.
The intensity of the raw fuck makes her bottom lip drop with a silent scream as her body tightens.
I fist her hair again and pull her head back.
“Mason.” My name is a twisted word of desperation on her lips.
“Cum for me,” I tell her, moving my other hand to her clit again to strum her swollen nub.
She screams out for the first time and I’m quick to bite her neck. Hard. It’s a punishment for not obeying me and it only makes her struggle against me harder. And only makes her impending release that much more intense.
I fucking love it. I love what I do to her and how much pleasure it gives her. How she makes me forget everything when we’re together like this.
Her body goes rigid and her pussy tightens around my cock. She struggles to breathe and her head falls back as she looks at the cement ceiling, her climax threatening to crash through her.
I nip her chin and move the hand that was gripping her hair to her face. I stare into her eyes as her body shudders and her neck arches, her hair draping over my shoulder. Her face is the epitome of sinful ecstasy. It’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.
“Fuck,” I groan as she finds her release. It only takes four more thrusts, riding through her orgasm and taking her that much higher until I find my own release. My balls draw up and my spine tingles. I bury my head in her neck as my cock pulses deep inside of her.
The sounds of our heavy breathing surround us for a long moment.
I kiss the side of her neck right where she’s marked from my bite, running my nose along her soft skin and breathing in her scent. Her legs are still shaking and a shudder runs down her body as I pull my lips away from her. She’s perfectly sated, just as she should be.
“You’re mine, Jules,” I murmur but make sure it’s loud enough for her to hear and watch for her reaction. Her long lashes flutter as she opens her eyes and looks back at me. I pull her panties back into place and fix her dress.
“Mason,” she says, whispering my name as her forehead creases and her eyes beg me to take it back.
“No, you want me and I want you. You’re mine.”
She bites down on her bottom lip and says, “I’m not okay.” Her voice hitches and her words crack. She closes her eyes and speaks as if it truly pains her to say the words. “I don’t know if I can be good for you.”
I rest my forehead against hers and ask her, “Why are you so afraid?”
“I don’t think this can just be sex for me,” she says. I cup her jaw in my hand and brush my thumb across her cheek. “I think I’m going to want more. I think I already—” she stops as her voice cracks again.
My body feels unbearably tense, each breath hurting my chest. Why am I doing this to her?
Why can’t I just let her go? Because I’m a selfish prick and I can’t help myself.
“I can give you more,” I whisper in the air between us, knowing it’s what she wants to hear.
“We can see how it works between us in private, and keep things quiet in public?”
I’m giving her exactly what she wants, just to keep her.
I’m an asshole for doing it, knowing I can never be what she really needs and wants.
Her eyes light up and that soft smile reappears on her face. She brightens with hope and my shy girl comes back to me. “Are you sure?” she says, still panting, barely recovered from what I’ve already done to her. “You aren’t going to break my heart?”
She has no idea that she should be running from me. I’m well aware that I should turn her away regardless. Instead I smile down at her and kiss the tip of her nose. “I’m sure,” I tell her and hate myself that much more.