Breath hissing through my teeth, I lift my hips and shove my clothes down and out of the way, my cock springing free. Her eyes light up, and she wastes no time gripping me, stroking me gently.
Desperate for more, I wrap my hand around hers, tightening her grip and moving it up and down the way I like it. The way I need it. My hips move, fucking into the tight hold of our combined hands, the soft skin of her palm so different from mine.
And like that, with her avidly watching me, her naked body pressed against me, her taste still fresh on my tongue, it takes almost no time at all for me to shoot my load all over my own stomach. Her head jerks back as the first spurt goes flying, a soft, “Oh,” of surprise leaving her lips.
After spending myself, I slump back on the couch, eyes closed, my chest heaving like I just ran a mile. Viola gently tugs her hand out from under mine, and I flinch at the sensation on my oversensitive dick.
I open my eyes when I feel soft fabric brushing over my torso. She shoots me a crooked smile as she cleans me off with my shirt. “I figured you’d already used it to clean up.”
Smiling back, I pull her face to mine for a kiss. “Thank you. We should eat before the food’s inedible. Then it’s shower time.”
Chapter Twenty-Six
Viola
Covering my breasts with one hand, I reach for my shirt, but Mason’s hand stops me. He pulls me close for another sweet kiss. When we break apart, his eyes sparkle with wicked humor. “I’ve had my mouth all over your body. No reason to be shy now.”
A blush heats my skin, but I nod. He has a point, after all. And like he feels the need to even the score, he stands and shoves the rest of his clothes to the floor, kicking them away so that he stands before me in all his naked glory—firm shoulders and cut biceps with ink flowing over them and down to his wrists, delightful pecs covered in a swirl of dark hair that trails over his flat stomach past his belly button, like a path leading straight to his dick. It’s still half hard and glistening with the remnants of his come.
“Can I sit now?” he asks, making me tear my attention away from his body and bring it back to his face.
Another blush blazes over my face and chest, heating the tips of my ears. “Of course. Why couldn’t you sit?”
Shrugging, he settles on the couch. “I didn’t want to interrupt. You seemed to be having a moment, there.”
“I was, thank you,” I answer primly, because what else is there to say? He caught me checking him out. I probably shouldn’t be embarrassed about it. But it’s easy to tell myself not to be embarrassed. It’s not so easy to stop myself from blushing. If I had the power to control that, I’d have exerted it a loooong time ago.
He surprises me with a kiss on my shoulder. “Don’t worry. I like checking you out too.”
We pick through the now-lukewarm food in companionable silence. Steak drizzled with a sauce that’s to die for, the flash fried veggies that are better than any vegetable has the right to be, and a small plate with two brownies for dessert. I decided to order those on a whim, despite trying my best to stick to Mason’s meal plan. He moans around the chocolate confection, and when I take a bit of my own, I see why. Bits of chocolate fill the rich and chewy brownie, baked to perfection. The only thing that would make it better is if it were warm. And topped with ice cream. Even so, it’s delicious.
“This almost tastes as good as you,” Mason says in a dark voice, causing another furious blush to riot over my skin.
I shiver when he leans over and licks the side of my neck and sucks my earlobe into his mouth. I can’t even verbalize a response of any kind.
Straightening up, he pops the last of his brownie into his mouth and stands. After brushing his hands together over a plate a few times, he saunters off without a word, disappearing into the bedroom.
I finish my own brownie and begin to take stock of the room. He said he wants a shower, but I’m not sure what I’m supposed to do right now. I have no idea what the protocol is for this kind of situation. Is there a protocol for band assistants having sex with their band members? Whether or not some sort of protocol does exist, it’s not like Mason follows everyone’s rules anyway.
What it boils down to is, what should I do now? Does he expect me to stay? Or should I get dressed and head back to my own room? I mean, it’s been a long, busy day, and I could use a shower too, though I don’t really want to wash the feel of him off my skin.
Still, I can’t be like those silly sitcoms where the young girl holds her cheek after the guy she likes kisses it and declares, “I’ll never wash this cheek again.”
That’s just unsanitary. And asking for breakouts.
So I’ll definitely wash all my body parts again. But I’ll do so with the memory of Mason’s mouth on them for a long, long time to come.
He saunters back in and extends a hand in my direction. Confused, I tilt my head to one side and just look at him, letting my expression ask my question.
He lifts his chin toward the bedroom. “Shower time.”
I blink up at him for a second. “I didn’t realize you meant for me to join you.”
A smile tips the corners of his mouth. “Of course. You think I’m done with you already?” He shakes his head slowly. All that’s missing is a soft tut to indicate my foolish assumption.
Smiling back at him, I place my hand in his and let him pull me to my feet. He leads me to the steaming walk-in shower, pulling me in front of him and placing a kiss below my ear. An involuntary shiver slithers over my skin, and he chuckles, the sound deep and full of wicked promise. “I love that you react that way.”
I turn my head to meet his eyes. “I can’t help it.”
“That’s what makes it so delicious.” He captures my mouth with his for a brief but intense kiss, then nudges me into the shower, following close behind.
I step under the stream of water, closing my eyes and enjoying the sensation of the hot water raining over me. Then Mason’s hard chest presses against my back, his cock already hard again and pressing against the crease of my ass, the tip bumping into my lower back. His hands slide around my waist and travel up my front, cupping my breasts and tweaking my nipples. “God, I can’t get enough of you,” he whispers next to my ear, though the quiet way he says it, more like he’s talking to himself than to me, makes me wonder if he realizes he said it out loud.
He spins me around, claiming my mouth once more, only this kiss isn’t anything like the last one. It goes on and on, his tongue moving in and out, seeking mine, his hand tangled in my wet hair, tipping my head back for his onslaught.
I cling to his shoulders, unable to do anything else, following his lead when he backs me up, out of the stream of water. When my back makes contact with the cold tile, I make a soft sound of shock. It’s enough to cause Mason to lift his head, his eyes dark and dazed with lust as he looks down at me with a regretful smile on his lips. “Sorry.” He ducks his head for another swift kiss. “This was supposed to be clean up time, and here I am ready to ravish you again.”
“I don’t remember objecting.”
His smile hitches in response, but he pulls me back under the spray of water with him and reaches for the body wash on the shower ledge. After he squirts a handful into his palm, I hold out my hand for the bottle, but he just gives me a quizzical look and sets it back on the ledge. He rubs his hands together, working up a lather, then reaches for me, his soap-slick hands sliding over my torso, my hips, up over my breasts. I giggle when he gently caresses my armpits, the sound turning to a sigh as he moves to my shoulders and down my arms. He wraps his arms around me as he washes my back, provoking another giggle when he grips my ass.
Smiling, he kneels before me to wash my legs, the water rinsing away the soap as soon as he smooths it over my skin.
His hands travel down the outsides of my legs, then back up the insides, getting so, so close to my center before diverting back down again. He cups his hands under the water, rinsing away the last of the soap, then lifts one of my l
egs over his shoulder.
Off-balance, I windmill one arm, catching myself on the shower wall, while the other grips his hair. “Oh god. I’m sorry.” I try to relax my grip on his hair, realizing I must be practically yanking it out by the roots.
But his only response is to thumb me open and lick me.
My breath gurgles out of me in some incomprehensible and ridiculous sounding noise. But it only causes Mason to give me a feral smile and dive back in.
One of his hands supports me, cupping my ass cheek. He slides two fingers inside me, drawing more incoherent sounds of pleasure out of me. He doesn’t waste any time, his fingers pumping into me hard and fast, his tongue working furiously on my clit, and lightning blasts through me, filling my veins with molten heat and incandescent pleasure.
And just like before, he takes his time disengaging, lapping at me like I’m the best dessert he’s ever tasted, making me flinch and shudder again with each pass of his tongue.
God, this man. He certainly knows his way around a woman’s body. Better than any of the guys I’ve gotten this far with before. But those were all nice boys, relatively dull and inexperienced. Safe.
Mason is anything but safe. Whatever wild ride I’ve agreed to here isn’t going to end with a polite handshake and a kiss on the cheek when we part ways.
No, he’s far too expressive for such mild displays.
I’ve never really understood the bad boy appeal before. But man, oh, man, do I get it now.
Maybe my mom’s right. Maybe this is all some form of delayed youthful rebellion. I’ve been the good girl my whole life, done exactly what was expected of me. The academic overachiever, always getting straight A’s, doing what I was told, going to college with the promise of a good job.
But all my academic pursuits and safe boyfriends led me to the most mind-numbingly dull existence on the planet.
And if this is what I get for shaking things up? Yes, please. Sign me right up.
Even if whatever this is between Mason and me burns hot and fast and fizzles out after a few weeks or months, it’ll be worth it for the memories.
Placing a soft kiss on my inner thigh, he sets my foot back on the floor, withdraws his fingers and stands, bending to kiss me deeply. “You’re so fucking sweet,” he whispers against my lips. “I could eat you all night.”
Another shiver shimmers down my spine at his words. “Um.”
He lets out a dark chuckle, reaching for the body wash once more. When I reach for it, he shakes his head and scoots sideways.
I poke out my lower lip in a pout as he soaps his own body. “I wanted to return the favor.”
His hand goes to his cock, and he strokes it a few times, surveying me from beneath hooded eyelids. “Yeah?”
Biting my lip, I nod, reaching for him again. But once again, he dodges my touch. This time my pout isn’t really feigned.
He steps closer and bites my lip gently before swiping his tongue across it and giving me a kiss. “I have condoms by the bed. I’d much rather use those than have a repeat of earlier.”
A rare glimpse of vulnerability shines in his eyes.
Is he worried I’ll say no? And is that worry based more on the ache in his dick or a real fear of rejection?
Either way, it’s unfounded. He’s already delivered two mind-bending orgasms, while only accepting a paltry hand job for himself.
While I’m not entirely opposed to his proposal of eating me all night long, having stroked the hard length of his cock until he came, albeit with his hand wrapped around mine, I’m eager to feel what he can do with it inside me.
Stepping in close to him, he finally stays still long enough for me to wrap my arms around his soapy torso, press up on my toes, and pull his mouth to mine. “Yes, please,” I breathe against his mouth before kissing him again.
He takes over the kiss, dominating me again in the best way. One of his hands leaves my body, and the water shuts off.
Ending the kiss, his chest heaving, he smiles down at me. “C’mon.”
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Mason
I swipe a towel off the heated towel bar and wrap it around Viola, barely able to believe my luck.
I’m going to fuck this woman tonight. And tomorrow. And as many times as she’ll let me.
I kiss her again, unable to contain myself. It’s all I can do to keep from hoisting her against the wall and driving inside her right now. She’s slick and tight and hot and so ready for me. And the way she responds to my kisses with those hot, breathless sounds, opening for me so beautifully, it’s a good thing I’ve already made her come twice, because I know once I get inside her, my control will be shredded.
Grabbing another towel, I get as much water off me as I can in a few quick swipes, tangle my fingers with Viola’s and tow her to the bed.
She stumbles behind me, letting out that adorable giggle, only this time it ends in a snort. Stopping in my tracks, I turn slowly to face her, unable to hold back my own smile. I hope she doesn’t think I’m laughing at her, but she’s too damn cute for her own good. “Did you just snort?”
She has her free hand over her mouth, her cheeks bright pink, and she does it again—that adorable giggle ending in a snort. She waves her hand in front of her face and shakes her head, her lips clamped together to try to hold back her hilarity. “I can’t help it.” Then she giggles again. And just when I think there’s not going to be another snort, there it is.
“Oh my god,” she wails, clearly embarrassed, her hand now covering her eyes.
I pull her close, wrapping our twined hands behind her back, my dick trapped between us, hard and ready.
“Viola.” I pitch my voice low, seductive. “Look at me.”
She spreads her fingers and peeks out.
I bump my hips into hers, grinding her onto my cock. “Feel that? That’s all for you. There’s not a lot you could do right now that would make it go away, okay?”
She nods, her lips still clamped together. But she responds when I kiss her, just like always, her hand finally falling away from her face.
Turning us, I nudge her back till she sits on the bed, then I reach for a condom. Without preamble, I rip open the packet and roll on the latex while Viola stares hungrily the whole time.
Yessss. That’s the reaction I want from her.
The same look she had earlier when I took off my clothes, that hungry, lustful look like she’s just aching to be filled.
Which works well for me, because I’m aching to be the one filling her.
She scoots herself back on the bed, abandoning her towel, propping herself on her elbows as she watches me crawl over her, making room for me between her thighs.
“You ready?” I ask as I line myself up, dragging the tip of my cock around and over her folds.
“Ungh,” is all she gets out, her head dropping back between her shoulders.
“I need words, Viola,” I whisper.
“I love it when you say my name,” she whispers back.
“Viola,” I repeat, and wait for her to lift her head and open those lust-drunk blue eyes. “You ready for me?”
She shakes her head. “I don’t think I’ve ever been ready for you, Mason. But if you don’t fuck me right now, I think I might die of anticipation.”
I drag my cock over her clit once more, then notch myself in her opening, pressing forward a fraction with my hips. She pulls her legs back more, opening herself for me, giving herself over to whatever I want to do to her.
For whatever twisted reason, it only makes me want to drag this out more. She hisses when I pull all the way out, then press just the head of my dick inside her once more, playing this juvenile game of just the tip until her eyes open in murderous slits. “God dammit, Mason. What the fuck are you doing to me?”
She gasps as I slide all the way inside her in one hard stroke, her muscles clenching all around me, and I hold still to give us both time to adjust. “Ruining you,” I whisper against her ear, then take the earlobe i
nto my mouth.
She shivers under me, that delicious reaction compounded by the fact that I’m balls deep inside her, and I can feel that shiver everywhere.
Oh, yes. This thing between us is going to be amazing.
It already is.
I wake up to Viola slipping out from under my arm, but I catch her by the wrist and tug her back to me. “Where are you going?” Cracking my eyes, all I can make out is her outline in the dim orange glow of the digital clock.
“I just need to use the bathroom,” she whispers.
Sliding my hand up her arm to her neck, I pull her face to mine and brush a kiss across her lips. “Hurry back.”
She returns my kiss and slips out of bed. I track the scuff of her feet on the carpet, the opening and closing of the bathroom door. The light coming out from under the crack almost blinds me in the darkness. A glance at the clock reveals that it’s nearly four in the morning. Considering how late we stayed up, I’m not sure why she’s awake at this hour, but I’m happy to take advantage of the situation. I’ve nowhere near gotten my fill of her.
Reaching under the sheet, I lazily stroke my half-hard cock till it’s ready to go. When Viola turns off the bathroom light, plunging the room back into near-complete darkness, and opens the door, I’ve got a condom ready to roll on. I just need her go ahead.
And given how responsive she is, I have no doubt I’ll get it.
My lips curl into a grin that’s half satisfied male and half unbridled anticipation. As soon as the covers lift and she’s back in the bed, my arm snakes around her, and I pull her close, pressing my cock into her hip.
She lets out a soft laugh. “Really? Again?”
“Of course.” I suck her lip into my mouth and bite it gently. “You really think that I’m satisfied yet? I’ve been fantasizing about all the things I want to do to you for months. We’re just getting started.”
Her chuckle turns into a gasp as I suck her nipple into my mouth. Her fingers find my hair, clutching and tugging as she arches into me. I crawl back up to her mouth, sinking into our kiss, settling between her welcoming thighs. Wrapping my arms around her, I roll us over so she’s on top, my hands on her ass moving her hips back and forth so that her wetness drenches my aching cock.
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