I give him a little smirk. “So you’re saying it’s a dilemma now.”
The waiter brings the first of our plates, and I just stare at Mason’s smile while he waits to respond. Finally, the waiter leaves.
“Don’t mince words, smarty pants.”
“Smarty pants? Who says that nowadays?” I ask, laughing.
“Apparently, I do.” His grin is charming and sexy, and I’d love to climb across this table and ravage him. But I don’t, because I’m a lady. A lady who is growing more determined by the minute to find a way to have sex with this hot guy. It wouldn’t even have to be to make a baby. That future baby’s current-day mama has needs, and she knows this is a man who can fill them, even if he doesn’t want to fill her, so to speak.
The sushi is truly delectable, which only makes me hornier, as does the ridiculously expensive sake Mason ordered. We eat and drink and talk about Grace, marveling at her astounding ability to match people and create couples.
“Except it didn’t work in our case,” I point out.
“What? You don’t like me?”
I laugh. “Of course I like you, dork. You’re awesome. But we can’t be a couple.”
“And whose fault is that?” he asks.
“Mine, I guess. I mean, yes, it’s my fault. But Grace should never have matched us up if it was obvious that we couldn’t be together.”
“But then we wouldn’t have ever met, and I wouldn’t be enjoying this wonderful evening with you. And I wouldn’t be making all the other men in this place jealous like I am now.”
Oh, my. Now that is a compliment.
When Mason orders another bottle of the expensive sake, he must see the look on my face because he says, “Don’t worry, dinner’s on me.”
“I wasn’t worried,” I say. “I just like a man who knows what he wants.”
It doesn’t take long before the sake is working its magic and we’re both having a great time. Then again, maybe the sake has nothing to do with it. Regardless, I decide it’s time to bring in the sexy talk.
“Hey, since we can’t ever have sex even though we’re obviously ridiculously attracted to each other, tell me a little bit about what I’m missing.”
His brow crinkles. “Like what? What do you want to know?”
“That kiss we shared was mind-blowing. I want to know what you’re like in bed. What you’re good at, what your favorite things are. You know.”
Mason looks across the table into my eyes. I get the impression he’s trying to decide how much detail to give me.
“Come on. Talk dirty to me, Mason.”
“You like to talk dirty?” he asks.
“Actually, I do. In bed. Very dirty. The dirtier the better.”
“Interesting. That would have been fun.”
“Okay, that’s one for me. Now you share something.”
He sets his chopsticks down and thinks for a moment. “I’ve been told that I’m a nice guy who fucks mean.”
Oh my god. I love the sound of that. My pussy tingles like an alarm buzzer just went off in it.
“Your turn again,” he says, raising an eyebrow.
I feel my breathing deepen as I give him a filthy little smile. “Okay… I’ve never met a position I didn’t love. You could bend me over a wheelbarrow and I’d probably love it.”
“I could do that? Me?” he says, grinning.
“One could,” I say. “Although you could, if you weren’t so stubborn.”
“I’d have to buy a wheelbarrow first. What else? Give me something else to think about when I jerk off later.”
“Holy fuck, that sounds hot.” Oops. “Shit, I didn’t mean to say that out loud.”
Mason laughs, but he’s got a determined look on his face.
“Come on, Scarlett, you’re the one who wanted to talk dirty. Tell me one more thing about what you’re like in bed.”
I stare him right in the eyes. “I suck cock like I’ll starve without it.” Okay, that last part was definitely the sake talking.
Mason almost spits his sake, and I immediately wonder if I shared too much. It’s absolutely true, but it does sound really, really slutty.
Mason sets his sake glass down. “I’m starting to think Grace knew what she was doing when she put us together.”
“Yeah, maybe she did. Except…”
“Except nothing,” Mason says. “We’re awesome together.”
“We really are,” I say with a nod, “and I don’t want this night to end.”
I’m suddenly a weird combination of horny and sad. I want to get naked with this hot, wonderful man one time before we drift apart. I want him in my bed. Or I want to be in his bed. Either way, or even a cheap motel or a dark alley. At this point, I don’t care.
Mason ignores what I just said as he sets his napkin on the table and starts to look around the room.
“What are you doing?”
He sees our waiter and signals for the check.
“I’m going to take you back to my place right now, before we both change our minds.”
Mason
From the very first time I saw Scarlett, I wondered what she would be like, sexually speaking. The way she walks forces my attention on that hot body, and that gorgeous face makes me think of staring down at it while I’m plunging in and out of her.
But I resisted it because I thought it would lead nowhere. Now it looks like that might actually happen, unless one of us comes to our senses. It still might lead nowhere, but now I have to know what it’s like to be inside of her.
“Where are you parked?” she asks as we exit the restaurant.
“We’re walking. My condo is just down the street.”
I take her hand in mine and gently guide her in the right direction.
“Thanks for dinner, Mason,” she says.
“My pleasure. And speaking of pleasure, are we sure we should be doin—”
“Shut up! I swear you better not say another word.” She laughs softly, then adds, “If you talk yourself out of this, I will hate you forever.”
I stop right there, in the middle of the sidewalk, and pull her to me. Her leather jacket feels sensuous under my fingers as I bring my face down toward those luscious lips. Scarlett and I lock into a passionate public kiss and I hold her body tightly against mine. She melts into me as our tongues intertwine, all our built-up desire releasing at once. By the time we finally slow to a stop, I have a raging hard-on.
“Don’t do that again until we’re at your place,” Scarlett says breathlessly, her body pressing against my cock in a way that tells me she’s well aware of the effect she’s having on me. “Not unless you want me to rip your clothes off here on the street.”
Both on the verge of exploding, we tumble into my condo just in time. Our clothing comes off in a trail from the front door to the bedroom. Her jacket, my suit coat and tie, her heels, my shoes and socks, my shirt, her dress, my pants… all removed in seconds and strewn behind us.
We arrive at my bed wearing only underwear, and I’m stunned at the spectacular body before me. Even though she’s still wearing a bra, I can tell Scarlett’s tits are perfectly sized: just a little larger than medium.
“Take off your bra,” I say, gently nudging her a little farther away so I see everything at once. “I want to watch you.”
She reaches between her breasts and a second later, the bra magically parts in the middle and she slowly pulls the straps off her shoulders and lets it fall to the floor. I was right; they’re perfect. Better than perfect, if that’s possible, standing firm with hard little nipples showing her excitement.
I move forward, lowering my head to take on of those nipples into my mouth, but a hand on my chest stops me.
“Not so fast, speedy. Your turn.” She’s staring at my boxer briefs. “I want to see what caused that.”
I look down and see my pre-cum has resulted in a quarter-size wet spot over the tip of my bulging cock. “You’re the cause. You and that tight little body.” I pull my
underwear off, freeing my throbbing hard-on.
“My god, Mason.”
She’s staring at my cock, mouth agape. Then her hand folds over it, her fingers wrapping around my girth.
“You like?” I say, sucking in a breath.
“Oh, hell yeah. I had no idea you were hiding this.”
I know I’m not huge, but if I’m big enough to please this woman, that’s all I need. Her thumb glides over the tip, spreading the oozing pre-cum around the head and driving me out of my mind.
I grab her by the waist and lift her off the ground, then gently lay her on my bed. She’s still holding my cock as I grab her beautiful silk panties with one hand and yank them down her legs, exposing a blissfully bare pussy. I put my hands on the insides of her knees and force them apart, then remove her own hand from my erection. She moans in protest, but I back up and lower my head between her legs, finding one very wet pussy waiting for me.
My tongue has barely had time to part her slick lips and taste her when she says, in a voice raspy with desire, “You can do that later. I really need to be fucked hard right now.”
As much as I’d love to stay right where I am, I can’t turn down such a desperate plea. I walk to my nightstand and retrieve a condom, ripping open the package as I return to my naked prize.
Scarlett watches with interest. “You know you don’t have to worry about getting me pregnant.” She’s smiling, but I know she’s not entirely joking.
I roll the condom all the way down my length, then return her smile. “Even better, how about you just shup up and let me fuck you?”
“Mmm… please.” She opens her legs for me and grabs my hips as I lower myself onto her.
I make eye contact as I slide the head of my cock between her folds, then push in. Her pussy is so ridiculously wet that I slide into her easily. I go slowly, filling her up while watching her eyes widen with each rock-hard inch.
“That’s soooooo good,” Scarlett says, half moaning. “Don’t stop.”
I continue pushing into her as I say, “So you like to talk dirty while you’re being fucked?” I move a hand up to her breasts. They’re so soft, so perfectly shaped. I could just keep doing this and I’d be content.
Scarlett wraps her legs around my ass, tilting her hips to let me go further. “Who doesn’t like dirty talk?”
“Good, because I’m gonna fuck you like you’ve never been fucked before. I’m going to ruin you for other men and tell you what a filthy girl you are while I’m doing it.”
“Yes, please,” she says, then gives me a soft, guttural moan as I bottom out in her. “Oh my god.”
We start rocking in unison, slowly building a steady rhythm. “You’re so fucking wet,” I say hoarsely. “And your pussy feels amazing.”
I grab Scarlett’s wrists and pin them hard against the bed above her head. Looking into her eyes, I see her passion grow, as if I poured gasoline on an already-raging fire. “You know you want to fuck me hard, Mason. So do it.”
Still holding her wrists, I thrust my hips forward, plunging into her over and over. Her body meets mine with every thrust. As our pace grows, I know I’m going to come if I don’t stop for a few seconds.
I release her wrists and pull out of her. “Get on all fours,” I order her, and she quickly complies, offering her lovely ass to me. I grab her hips and plunge right back into her pussy. The feeling of fucking her like this is so intense that I actually have to distract myself so I don’t come too quickly.
Once I hit a steady rhythm, though, I begin to pull my cock all the way out with each stroke, then thrusting back into her. I reach around with one hand and feel that smooth pussy, sliding a finger over her hard clit and rubbing it. Scarlett moans loudly.
“You like that, don’t you? You like me playing with your pussy while I’m fucking you.”
“I do. I love it. Don’t stop.”
I comply with her request as I hammer away at her tight channel. Grabbing a fistful of hair with my free hand, I pull her head back. “Whose pussy is this I’m fucking?”
“Yours,” she says, then moans again. The dirty talk really does turn her on.
“Damn right it is.” I start pounding her as hard as I can. “This is my pussy.” I’m once again on the verge of coming and don’t think I’ll be able to hold back.
“I want to get on top,” Scarlett says.
“No. Too tame,” I laugh.
“Not the way I do it,” she replies. That gets my attention, so I release her hair and pull out of her.
She sits on her heels as I lie on the bed and slide underneath her. “This better be good.”
Scarlett gives me the filthiest smile I’ve ever seen and throws a leg over my belly. She reaches behind her and grabs my cock. “You sure you want to keep that condom on. You’re really missing out.”
It’s tempting. Very tempting. I’d love to know what it feels like to fuck this woman skin-on-skin. “It stays.”
“Your loss,” she says with a smirk. Then she pushes backwards, and I feel my cock slide back into her. She keeps pushing until I’m all the way in, then she just sits there for a minute, wiggling her hips around until there’s no more cock to get into her. “My god, Mason, that is one big, hard dick you’ve got there. I’m gonna love coming all over it.”
She begins to undulate her body, rocking her pussy up and down on my hard-on. I grab her hips again and try to keep up. It doesn’t take long before she begins moaning again, burying her hands in her hair as she closes her eyes and gets lost in the sensation of riding me. Then I get a longer moan and she leans forward, putting her hands on my chest and looking down into my eyes, her hair falling in front of her. Her movements grow quicker and more determined as she slams back against me over and over, grinding her clit against me.
“Come for me. Let me hear you.”
Scarlett moans. “Dirtier. I wanna be your slut.”
Whoa. I can do dirtier. “You’re my hot little bitch, aren’t you?”
“Yes,” she says emphatically. I can’t tell if she’s answering the question or pleading for more, so I assume it’s both.
“You gonna come on my cock, slut?”
“Yes.” It’s a groan now.
“Then fucking do it. Ride that dick, you filthy cunt.”
One little whimper of a moan almost pushes me over the edge. I hold back, then feel her pussy tighten around my cock.
“Oh god,” she says. “I’m coming! Mason, I’m coming!”
And come she does, grinding hard as her pussy spasms around me. I give her everything I’ve got, but I can’t hold back much longer. “More. Give me more,” I say, continuing to pound her as she milks her orgasm for every little shiver she can get out of it. At this point I’m about to erupt.
“I’m gonna come, too.”
“No!” she says. “I wanna see it!”
She lifts off me in one motion, then pulls the condom off as she sits back on my thighs, my throbbing cock right in front of her. I come immediately, spurting hot cum onto my belly. Scarlett grabs my dick and strokes it. “Fuck!” I say as stream after stream of cum erupts because of her expert touch.
Slowly, I begin to come back down from an incredible high. I open my eyes to see Scarlett grinning at me. She squeezes my cock, forcing out a few more drops.
I feel something on my stomach and look down to see her finger circling in a little pool of cum. She lifts it to her lips and slides it across them before taking it into her mouth. The finger emerges a second later and she smacks her lips and says, “Mmmm.”
Then she looks down at my belly again. “That’s a lot of cum, fucker. Too bad we wasted it.”
I know she didn’t mean it to be, but that last remark serves as a splash of cold water on our little fantasy. We’re both still sweaty and breathing hard, and she’s already managed to bring us solidly back down to earth.
I look into her eyes and see a sadness, an echo of the same feeling I have regarding this situation.
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Scarlett is everything I’ve ever wanted from a woman, especially when it comes to sex.
But this is it. We can’t do this again because the more we’re together, the worse the eventual pain will be.
What a shame.
She doesn’t want more, and I refuse to merely serve as her impregnator.
Scarlett
Well, shit.
Things were going great with Mason until I fucked it all up. Why was I still thinking about my desire to get pregnant, instead of just being in the moment with such an amazing man?
And the sex! Don’t even get me started on what it was like to be taken by him like that.
So now I’m back in my own bed, trying to sleep. My still-tingling body isn’t helping any. And every time I think I’m about to drift off, I remember those mesmerizing eyes looking down at me while he slid that big cock into me.
It was the best, most gratifying and fulfilling sex I’ve had in years, if not my entire life.
And yet I found a way to fuck it up. Sometimes, Scarlett, I don’t understand how your brain works.
Two cups of coffee the next morning don’t clear up my confusion much. I did reach one breakthrough during my nearly sleepless night: I have genuine feelings for Mason.
Call it a crush, call it an infatuation, call it whatever (except for the “L” word). I like the guy. A lot. And his being so damned good in bed just made it that much worse.
Why worse? Because if I allow myself to feel like this about a man, I know from experience that I will be shattered when he develops a wandering eye. Or more precisely, a wandering dick. Guys like Mason must get hit on all the time by women, and despite what he says about being faithful, I can’t imagine him always saying no.
I certainly convinced him to have sex with me, didn’t I?
So to protect my heart, I won’t let myself fall in love with this man. Sounds like a perversion of how romance is supposed to work, doesn’t it?
One thing that I do have clarity on: Now that I’ve gotten to know Mason better, I know he’d be the perfect father for my child.
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