CHAPTER FORTY
MASON
Asoft grunt escapes my lips as Saint’s back hits the couch.
We’d spent the past fifteen minutes in the shower cubicle, getting ready.
A drop of water rolls from his head and lands on my cheek.
His hand circles the small of my back, stroking softly.
My lips stretch into a seductive smile as I lean in and take his lips in a kiss.
I never thought we’d come back from this.
That I’d get to hold him in my arms again.
But Saint’s choosing me, and hell, it frightens me more than I’d like to admit. Because I have never chosen myself. I never could. I only had to survive.
Maybe I don’t have to anymore. Maybe I can live the rest of the years I have left without worrying who’d come after me. That I can actually live when it’s all over.
Saint pulls away and holds my gaze, searching my face quietly. “Everything okay?”
“Yeah, yes, I’m fine. I was thinking.”
He tries to lean off of me, but I circle my hand around his waist to keep us both entangled in each other’s body heat.
“Don’t run from me, please.”
“I wasn’t.” He takes my hand and kisses it tenderly. “I just wanted to give you some space to talk.”
“This position is fine.” I tell him, and his eyes light up with warmth so bright that his cheeks flush.
“So, what are you thinking about?”
“I’m terrified, Saint. My past…”
“I’ll take care of it, little devil.” His thumb lifts to my cheek and brushes delicately. “You don’t have to worry.”
I give him a solid nod. I straddle him, bare ass grinding against the thickening bulge of his dick. His hands close around my ass cheeks and spread them apart, a slow, heated breath leaving through his parted lips.
“I have thought about you all week, and I’ll do whatever it takes to earn your trust back. I promise.”
“You make me reckless, little devil.” He grins, eyes filled with doubt. I lean in and take his lips in a kiss.
“I’m sorry.” I apologize and press another desperate kiss on his forehead. And another and another. “Do you like it when I kiss you?”
“Yes.” He admits, eyes glazed with pleasure as his dick jerks beneath me.
“When I touch you.” I run my hands over his chest.
“Yes. I couldn’t stop thinking about you, baby. I feel this need, little devil.” His eyes burn with lethal intensity. “Don’t ever hurt me again.” He lifts his hand to my throat and tightens playfully. A groan escapes me and my body tightens with want.
“Fuck, I want you inside me.” I groan and put my hands around his shoulders. He brings two fingers to his lips to moisten them, then he brings them to my hole. My back arches the moment his wet fingers rest against my skin.
“I think we have a problem.” I murmur, lips close to his.
“Lube? I wasn’t planning on having sex with you in our new home… yet.”
“Neither was I.” I chuckle. “But we can make it work. Just go slow.”
“I’ll take my time with you.” He promises, grunting as he gets on his feet, hands locking around my waist as we kiss each other ferociously.
I take what I want from him and give him what he needs.
Swallowing his ragged moans, my hand glides down to his dick and wraps around his shaft, stroking the leaking head of his length.
“Damn, baby. You’re going to make me cum when I haven’t fucked you yet.”
“I love it when you talk dirty to me,” he puts me down on the couch, so I’m lying on my back with both of my legs raised backward.
“Don’t worry, baby. I’ll talk you through it.” He promises.
I don’t expect the unfiltered, breathless moan that escapes my lips when his tongue swipes over my ass.
Fuck. “Hold your legs still, baby.” He groans, eyes flickering up to me as he eats me out.
My hand rests on his hand, clamping on the short, tight coils of his head as his tongue rims my ass.
He doesn’t fucking let up. He doesn’t let me catch a break.
Even when my balls ache and pre-cum pools in my abdomen.
There’s a sly grin on his lips when his eyes meet mine before he lifts to position his shaft at my entrance.
“This will hurt a bit, but I’ll take it easy.” He whispers and presses a kiss on my collarbone. He spits into his palm and glides it over his dick, and he does the same to my entrance. His head pops in first, and my lips form an O.
“Relax for me,” he stills, eyes searching my face as he whispers. “That’s it, baby. You’ve got this.” He pushes deeper, and I stare down at the space between our hot, naked bodies, watching his dick halfway inside of me.
My hand rests on his solid chest, and our eyes meet as he smirks at me.
“That’s my good boy.” He praises. “You’re doing so well for me.
” He kisses all over my chest, taking my nipples into his mouth.
“Fuck you feel so good.” I try to take my eyes off him, but his wrecked voice pulls me back in.
“We are both here, baby. You have my trust. I won’t hurt you. Do you trust me?”
“Yes, yes, I do.” I nod as he pulls out and thrusts back in. I roll my eyes and snake my hand around his ass. My fingers dig into his skin.
“You look so beautiful like this, baby.”
“I want to always look good for you.” My voice is a mess. His dick fills me up, and I push my ass a little higher, so it’s easy for him to glide into me.
He takes my lips in a kiss that matches the intensity of his thrusts inside me.
It’s not too fast or too slow, but it’s so fucking damn perfect. So damn right.
I grip my dick around my fist and pump with the rhythm. He sets the pace, eyes on me, lips hovering barely inches above mine, length pulling out and slamming back into me.
“Fuck, harder.” I plead.
“You can do better for me, little devil.” His voice deepens with mirth, and a serious expression settles shortly after. “Beg.” He whispers. He slows his thrusts.
“Please… please fuck me harder. Please, darling.” That single freaking word escapes me even before I can open my eyes. My eyes meet his expression. He’s completely taken aback, but with the way his eyes mellow, he fucking loves it.
“Say that again.” His voice is too ragged that I barely hear his words.
His thrusts, silencing me.
“Say it.” He almost pleads.
“Please.” I search his eyes and wait.
“No, not that.”
“Darling?” I lift my brow. He inhales sharply and leans closer, pressing a kiss on my lips. “Darling.”
And god-fucking-damn, the edges of his vision soften, and his skin burns with scorching heat, brows knitting with a ravishing intensity. He pulls out of me, lubricating his dick and my hole before he buries himself into me again.
He thrusts, setting a faster pace. “That’s my good fucking boy.” His words are breathless, and I’m too wrapped up in the pleasure I’m receiving that all I can do is moan and pump my length.
He leans in and clamps my skin in between his teeth until a faint bloom of color appears on my dark skin. A slow grin forms on his lips as he looks at me with a satisfied expression. My gaze flickers to the reddened mark on my skin.
“Look at that.” He murmurs, voice rough around the edges. “You look so fucking pretty with my mark on your skin.”
“I like it.” I admit with a smile.
“Yeah. You like the way I fuck you, too?” His voice sends a shiver down my spine.
“Yes, darling.” I pull my bottom lip with my teeth. He takes my lips in a kiss. My hand strokes my dick relentlessly. “Let me ride you.”
He laughs and pulls out of me. “Such a greedy boy.” He sprawls on the couch, legs spread apart, hands resting on the arm of the couch.
He slaps his hands on his thighs. “Come on, take what you want from me.” I stroke over his throbbing length with saliva and straddle against him, then I slowly guide him inside of me.
My back arches, a satisfied moan escaping me as my hands circle his shoulder.
He rests his hands on my waist as I ride him.
My balls tighten, my breath turns sharp and ardent.
My dick swells with an incoming irresistible pleasure that washes over me as I cum all over him.
“Fuck, fuck.” I stare down at his coated stomach.
He smirks. “Fuck.” He pulls me closer and begins to thrust into me.
Before I can fully recover from the orgasm, Saint’s beautiful voice pours through my dulled senses.
“Look at the fucking mess you’ve made. I’ll have a good time cleaning myself up.
” He smirks, and damn, I’m too fucking wrapped up in this to make out his words.
He picks up his pace, biting and kissing all over my heated skin.
“Fuck. Come on.” His hands tighten around my waist as I meet him thrust for thrust. My body clenches around him and he whines under his breath.
“I’m closer.” He groans. His pace quickens then slows as he cums. His dick throbs inside me at every jerk of his release.
His length softens over time, and his dick slips out of me.
But he’s not fucking done yet. He dives into my chest, licking all over my skin. A soft chuckle escapes my lips when he pulls my nipple with his teeth.
“Saint.”
“Oh, baby.” He places his hand on my nipples and flicks over the sensitive skin.
“Yeah.”
“I need you to do something for me.”
“What?”
“Show me.” His jaw flexes when he speaks again.
“Show you what?”
“Show me. I want to see how fucking perfect your ass is while it has my cum inside you. Come on. Hold your legs back and show me.”
My cheeks flush with equal parts heat and embarrassment. He leans off of me and goes on his knees while I pull my legs backward.
“Goddamn, baby.” He’s so breathless, it’s beautiful. “I could stare at you forever.”
“I don’t mind at all.” I grin at him just as the doorbell rings.
“Delivery is here.” I remind him.
“Stay. I’ll get it, and I’ll set up the dining table.”
“Alright. I’ll lie here and relax while you do all the heavy stuff.”
“Right.” He gets off the couch and drops a kiss on my chest.
“Oh, and you were a jerk for making me beg.” I yell at him as he circles the couch to the foyer.
“But you fucking loved it when I asked you to.” He retorts seductively, and a soft laughter rumbles in my chest.