by Whitley Cox
To finally have him.
Holy fuck, could this woman give head.
She was like a Dyson or a Hoover or something. The woman had some serious suction. The term chrome off a bumper came to mind. Jesus fucking Christ.
Mason was close to blowing his load already, and it’d only been a minute or two with Lowenna’s plump, luscious lips wrapped around his dick.
All his midnight fantasies were coming to life. All his endless showers turned cold as he spanked the monkey thinking of this moment. Lowenna, gloriously naked in front of him, her hand pumping him, her mouth sucking him as he prepared to finally sink inside her and claim her as his.
Because she was his.
There was no going back from this now. No going back to a simple business arrangement where he was her gigolo and she was the angry and jaded sister out for a revenge date.
No, this went so much deeper than that.
Oh fuck, and Lowenna just went deeper too. She took him to the very back of her throat, let him bottom out, knock her tonsils, and the woman didn’t even gag.
Jesus Christ.
He wasn’t a small guy either. He’d had enough mouths on his dick in his thirty-eight years to know that he was a hard one to take all the way.
But fuck if his Lowenna didn’t give it her best shot. As far as he would go, she took him, no complaints, no balking. She sucked and she sucked, swirling her tongue up and down his shaft, scraping her teeth, nipping the base, only to pull him all the way back out and wedge the tip of her tongue into the hole at his crown.
Best. Fucking. Head. Of. His. Life.
Despite that she was currently blowing his mind along with his cock, he didn’t want to come just yet. Even though he wanted to take it slow, savor this moment, savor her, they were on a schedule. Besides, what they didn’t do now, they could do tonight or tomorrow or every day after that. Because for him, Lowenna was it. Lowenna was the one.
He felt his need to come growing and reluctantly, almost painfully pulled from her hot, talented little mouth. Her whimper of protest hit him in the gut, and he almost gave in to his baser instincts and grabbed her by the neck and blew his load down her throat—but he didn’t. He was a gentleman—kind of.
When she glanced up at him with confusion in her eyes and swollen lips, his insides twisted. “Was I not doing it right?” she asked, her puffy lips dipping into a small, very fuckable pout.
Kicking out of his pants and boxers, he leaned over her, planted his hands on the bed and guided her down beneath him. “You did abso-fucking-lutely everything right, baby. That was incredible.” He caged her in, planting his hands on either side of her head, his thighs pressing down on her hips as he gave her some of his weight.
He dipped his head and brought one of her cherry-red nipples into his mouth, sucking until he heard her gasp. “But I want to be inside you and, well … ” He kissed a path over her chest to the other breast, loving how her back arched and her puckered peaks pointed skyward, calling to him. “I’m not exactly a young man anymore, and sometimes I can be a bit of a one-trick pony.” He took the other nipple into his mouth and sucked just as hard as before.
Her nails raked a deep track down his back until they couldn’t go any farther, and she dug her fingers into his hips. “But I bet it’s a really, really good one trick,” she breathed, the sexy line of her throat bobbing as she swallowed.
He laughed, nuzzling the valley between her breasts. “That it is.”
“I’m okay with that.”
Slowly, because he really did want to treasure his first time with this spectacular woman, he alternated between licks and kisses down her body, spending an extra-long time along her ribs where the skin is thin and most people are ticklish.
Lowenna certainly was.
She giggled and squirmed on the bed as his tongue danced over her. It was beautiful the way her satin-soft skin blushed from ivory to rose as heat and arousal flooded her. With his tongue, he chased the flush of color across her flesh until he finally reached her mound, practically salivating; her wild, feminine scent drove him mad. She was in another one of those G-strings like last night, only this one was bright red and had a small triangle of lace keeping her modest.
Her fingers pushed into his hair, and she tugged on his scalp. “I’m already wet. You don’t need to prep me.” He glanced up from where he was flicking her clit through the lace. Her eyes held a need that mirrored his own.
Being with Lowenna, being inside her, watching her body react as they came together was all he’d dreamt of for weeks, and now that they finally had the chance, he struggled not to rush it.
Hooking his fingers into the flimsy string on her hips, he pulled her G-string down, over her cleft, her legs, and then finally tossed it to the floor. He wouldn’t go down on her long, but he needed to taste her. After last night, she was a delicacy he now craved incessantly. The feel of her sweet honey pouring across his tongue last night would be a memory he would carry with him forever. He needed more. She was an addiction, and he needed his fix.
“Mason,” she breathed, her eyes following his every move. She reached for him. “Don’t make me wait any longer, please … ”
The look of need in her eyes made his cock twitch and his balls tighten up painfully. He groaned. “Just a quick taste, love.” He flopped down onto his stomach, roughly grabbed her thighs, tossed them over his shoulders, making her squeak in surprise, then dove into her slick heat with his tongue.
“Oh God!”
She bucked up as best she could into his face, but her legs over his shoulders made it tough for her to move. He was in control, which was exactly how he liked it.
For too long in their little dance, he’d been letting her take the lead, following her cues. Playing the dutiful pretend boyfriend hoping that she’d eventually come around.
No more.
Whether she was ready for it or not, he was her actual boyfriend now. And he was in control. Her orgasms, every last one of them, were now his.
With one hand, he spread her lips and began flicking at her shiny, swollen clit, relishing the way her thighs squeezed his head and shook as he spent a considerable amount of time on that one spot right near the tip that seemed to be her extra happy button. When he flicked it, she went nuts. Her head thrashed, her legs vibrated and her whole body clenched.
She was a joy to watch unravel. And he didn’t waste a second of his time between her legs with his eyes closed. No, he watched her.
Head thrown back, eyes shut, fingers twisting in the bed, puffy lips parted, she was the most exquisite thing he’d ever seen, and the way she gave herself over to him, to the pleasure, was mesmerizing. He could watch her teeter on the edge of ecstasy forever.
Apparently Lowenna wasn’t so keen on that idea. She released the duvet and tapped him on the head, her eyes out of focus as she glanced down her naked body at him. “You gotta stop,” she panted. “I’ll come and I … I don’t want to … yet.”
With a final sweep up between her slippery cleft, gathering as much of her sweetness on his tongue as he could, he reared up onto his knees.
Fuck, she was beautiful. Every goddamn inch of her was pure perfection, and the way she looked at him, like he was tastier than chocolate, made him nearly come on the spot.
“I have condoms in my bag on the table,” she whispered. Her breath was coming as quickly as his. They were both panting, and they hadn’t even gotten started yet.
His eyes fell to the table across the big hotel suite. That was a long way to go to leave this stunning creature alone on the bed.
He grinned down at her. “I have a couple of condoms in my pants pocket too,” he said, sliding off the bed and reaching for his pants.
She lifted a brow at him, her mouth twisting into a sexy smirk. “Do you now?’
He grabbed a condom out of his pocket and nodded, grinning at her as he tore open the foil and rolled it on. “Sure do, sweetheart.”
He knelt back on the bed, pinning her b
ody beneath his once again.
She hummed and hooked her arms around his neck, arching her hips up to notch him at her center. “So prepared.”
“For you, absolutely. I’ve thought of nothing else since you first stepped foot in my bar.”
“Really? A wicked woman like me?”
He smiled down at her. “Definitely a wicked woman like you?”
The beauty of her grin winded him. “Corruption is my middle name.”
His head dipped, and he drew a diamond-hard nipple into his mouth and tugged. “I like bad girls. You’re exactly my type.”
Her inhale was quick, surprised, followed by a low moan deep in her throat. “I’ve never been called a bad girl before. Careful, or it might go to my head. I might handcuff you to the bed and steal your wallet.”
His teeth scissored over her bud at the same time his hands, one by one, reached behind him and grabbed hers from around his neck. He intertwined their fingers and pushed the backs of her hands into the bed.
“I love you, Lowenna,” he said, lifting his head from her breast and staring down into her eyes at the same moment he eased himself inside her. Slowly, so that he felt every inch of her and she felt every inch of him. Her body stretched around him, accepting him. Squeezing him.
Her eyes fluttered closed, and her lips parted.
“No, baby, eyes open. Look at me. Watch me.”
Silver-flecked eyes blinked open, darkening to a stormy gray as he seated himself fully to the hilt. She was tight and slick and oh so soft. She fit him like a glove. And the way she squeezed him, tightened her perfect little body around his, pulled him deeper, it was magical. She was made for him and he for her. They were meant to be.
“Mason,” she whispered, “I … I love you too.”
A low and pleasant hum warmed his blood.
She loved him.
She. Loved. Him.
His fingers flexed against hers. She tightened her grip on his.
Then he kissed her like that kiss had always been inside of him, waiting to come out. It was unlike their kisses from before, when he knew he loved her but was unsure of how she felt about him. This kiss was a kiss of two people in love. Because she loved him.
He began to move, sliding in and out of her, feeling her lift to meet him and squeeze around him, doing her best to match his cadence.
He started out slow with long, luxurious glides, in to the base, then out to the tip and back, coasting across her channel, hitting every nerve ending he could only to finish with a hip tilt that made sure the bottom of his stomach rubbed her clit.
He knew the exact moment it did because she would shudder beneath him and her eyes would slide out of focus for a second.
Her low moans and feminine whimpers encouraged him, along with her sweet scent—so feminine and so uniquely Lowenna. Chocolate and spice.
It fit her to a T. She was sweet like chocolate but hot and full of fire like spice.
She arched her back and rocked her hips, lifting her legs to wrap and lock them around his waist, her heel digging into the cleft of his ass. It changed the angle and tightened her around him. He wasn’t going to last much longer.
With every pump, her perfect, round tits jiggled, those sensitive nipples tight and hard and just begging for his mouth.
He bent his head one more time and swiped his tongue across one of the buds, moaning at just how good she tasted. He moved his mouth to the other one and tugged hard with his teeth until she inhaled sharply. He smiled against the generous swell of her breast when her gasp turned into a groan.
“You like the teeth?” he asked, scissoring his teeth over the nub again.
“So much,” she breathed. “So, so much.”
“Baby … ” he groaned, scraping his teeth one more time over her nipple before lifting his head and pressing his forehead to hers. “You feel so fucking good. You’re so damn tight.”
She slid her tongue along his bottom lip. “Yeah,” she exhaled on a harsh whisper, her breath hitting his lips in warm puffs. “Harder, Mason. Faster. More.”
More.
She could have it all.
His eyes locked with hers, even though their faces were too close to focus, and he began to move, grunting hard with each powered thrust.
Her fingers tightened in his. Her back bowed, causing her breasts to brush his chest, her nipples hard points he felt against his skin. Her eyes closed again, but he kissed her quick.
“Eyes on me, baby.”
Her gray eyes hit his, and an ache swelled in his chest at the total love and devotion he saw in them. This was what he’d been missing in his life. This was who had been missing in life.
She blinked. “Mason … I-I’m not going to last. It all feels too good. Too damn good.” She made to twist her head away, but he pressed his forehead tighter against hers. He wanted to watch her come undone, watch her lose herself to him as he lost himself inside her. She was it for him, so they had the rest of their lives to close their eyes during sex, to look away or do it in the dark, but this time, their first time, he wanted to see it all.
“Me too,” he breathed, pumping hard, deeper and faster. “Gonna come, baby.”
“Oh God!” She arched her back even more, stilled, stiffened, tightened around him, shut her eyes and let go.
Fucking heaven.
Every ripple, every contraction of her pussy around his cock was pure bliss. She milked him, pulled him deep.
He was lost in her. Lost in Lowenna.
“Open your eyes, Lowenna!”
She did as he commanded. Still caught up in the throes of her own release, she stared up at him, her eyes focused solely on him.
Yes.
His balls cinched up, his body stiffened, he stilled and came hard inside her.
She squeezed her muscles around him as he powered up hard, going as deep as he could go, his cum filling the condom, his mind wishing there was no barrier between them.
He wanted to shut his eyes, to ride out the waves of pleasure in darkness, letting his other senses become heightened, but he’d ordered her to keep her eyes open, so he had to do the same. She watched him come undone, it was mesmerizing. Her gaze softened, became almost hooded as he reached his crescendo and then made his way down the other side. She pulled her forehead away from his and planted a kiss over his eye, then his cheek, finally burying her face in his neck and kissing and nuzzling him there.
That kind of softness was exactly what he needed after coming like that, after finally getting what he’d wanted, what he’d needed for so long.
She was his and he was hers, fully and completely.
“My fingers are cramping,” she whispered, tugging on his hand.
He lifted his head up and disentangled his fingers from hers, placing them on either side of her shoulders. She smiled up at him in thanks and wriggled her fingers a few times before lifting her arms and trailing her nails lightly down his back.
Gooseflesh broke out on his skin and he shuddered above her, making both of them laugh, the corners of her eyes crinkling in a way he loved.
He assumed he was probably getting heavy for her, so he rocked them side to side a few times before rolling over on the bed. She was now on top, her body shifting forward and pushing her breasts into his face.
“Mmm,” he hummed, laving at a nipple. “My new favorite place.”
She chuckled as she pushed herself up to sitting, his cock still nestled inside her—though a fair bit softer than before. “I think this is my new favorite place too.” She traced her fingers over the ink on his chest and upper arms. Her fingers found his nipple rings, and she strummed them with her thumbs. The light touch sent a small sizzle down to his balls. But they were to empty to react.
“I forgot about these,” she said bending forward and flicking one with her tongue.
“Next time, sweetheart. Because trust me, there will be a next time.”
“And a next, next time?” she asked, her words sending warm puffs of air over hi
s chest.
He chuckled. “And a next, next, next time.”
Taking the barbell between her teeth she tugged.
He inhaled sharply. “As much as I’m loving this, babe, I’m gonna slip out in a sec.” He ran his hands down her arms.
Releasing his nipple, she nodded in acknowledgment before pouting. “I know.” With a sigh of acceptance and reluctance in her eyes, she swung her leg over his torso and climbed off him and then the bed. Then she swayed that perfect body, that luscious ass and those rocking curves off to the bathroom.
Mason’s head collapsed back to the bed. His cock twitched and he shut his eyes and grinned. “Don’t take too long, baby. I can definitely go again in a few minutes.” Thank God.
“Roger that,” she called from the bathroom, the sound of the faucet running. “Glad you’re not a one-trick pony.”
His smile widened, and he tucked his hands behind his head. It’d been torture, these last couple of months, but boy, had it been worth it. She was worth it.
19
“Don’t touch! Don’t touch!” Lowenna exclaimed, swatting Mason’s hand away as she climbed onto the bed and stood up.
“What are you doing?” he asked, buttoning up the last button of his coat.
She jostled her eyebrows as she pulled on a pair of latex gloves.
Operation Revenge was currently underway.
She made to open the bag, but he rushed over and, not even needing to get on the bed, stopped her before she could pull anything out. “What are you doing, Lowenna?” he enunciated, his eyes narrowing and the intense blue in his irises turning dark.
Letting out an exasperated huff, she took his offered hand and stepped off the bed. “They’re rose petals.”
“For who? It’s a little late if they’re for us.”
