by Ella Frank
“Holy fuck,” Mason groaned.
Lena grinned smugly as she heard the curse in her ears. Oh yeah, Langley. How do you like teasing me now? she thought to herself as she lapped at the tip of his cock. He was salty and she found the taste intoxicating. Almost as intoxicating as the moan that ripped out of Mason. She gripped him in her hand and squeezed as she flicked her tongue over and around the head of his erection, tonguing the sensitive glans underneath. She could feel his big thighs trembling and knew it was costing him not to take hold of her hair by dropping the robe as he usually would. Dragging her tongue down his length, she was thrilled to hear his breathing kick up and a soft groan slip through.
She raised her eyes to see that he had his eyes closed and his arms were bulging in an effort to keep them behind his back, and she was pretty sure he was death-gripping her robe. Grinning to herself, she pulled back and took her mouth from him. His eyes opened and looked down at her. They looked like they would burn her they were so hot, but now that she had him looking down at her just like she wanted, she made a show of licking her finger and pushing her hand between her kneeling thighs and into her panties. He groaned loudly and shook his head from side to side. “You’re gonna kill me.”
Lena rocked up on her own hand and said softly against his cock, “I sure hope not,” and then she opened her mouth and took him inside.
Mason thought he’d explode at the first touch. Lena had her hand in her panties and her lips wrapped around his throbbing hard-on. It was driving him insane because he couldn’t see what she was doing to herself and he could barely stand to watch what she was doing to him because he knew he would go off like a rocket. Groaning and gripping the stupid robe behind him, he felt his hips flex and thrust forward trying to push further into her hot, wet mouth. He heard her moan and the vibration shot right through his cock and he clenched his teeth, breathing hard, trying to put off the inevitable.
Again, he felt her raise her head and then lower it, sucking him in as deeply as she could before pulling back up. After a few minutes of agonizing pleasure, she pulled back and then did something he’d wanted to do since he met her. He watched, in what was starting to feel like a sexual high, as she wrapped the bottom of his cock in her soft silky hair, then placed her small palm on it and started to stroke him. He groaned loudly and thrust his hips as she rubbed her hair all over his throbbing hard-on, watching his face all the while. Her eyes locked with his and her other hand was pressed firmly between her own thighs, moving as she jacked her hips against it, obviously pleasuring herself. It was all becoming too much and suddenly he dropped the robe and she stopped.
His breathing was labored and so was hers and he wondered if she would hold true and completely stop what she was doing. At this stage, he wasn’t about to let her make that choice. His hands came around quick, gripped her head gently but firmly, and tugged her forward.
“Suck me, Lena.”
Swallowing slowly, her hand between her thighs moved again, slower this time, and the hand gripping his cock remained still on the hair that was wrapped deliciously around his cock.
“You dropped the robe, Langley,” she panted as she shifted her hips against her hand and he moved his hips trying to get some friction on the throbbing ache she held in her palm. “You weren’t supposed to do that.”
Blinking down at her through a haze of lust, he clenched his jaw and asked softly with as much patience as he could whilst trying to cling to his slipping control, “So now what?”
She smiled and her hand tightened on him as she moaned. She must have hit her own good spot and he felt his hips twitching and his own hands tremble against her head.
“Tell me what you want, Lena, anything. God damn it!”
Licking her lips, she opened her eyes, staring up at him with so much desire he thought he could drown in it.
“Beg me.”
Letting out a short laugh he asked, “Isn’t that what I’m doing?”
She smiled now and shook her head as she ground her hips on her hand again and squeezed him. “You wanted to play with me, so I’m playing.”
Letting out a shaky breath he asked in a hoarse voice, “Lena, please suck me.”
Moving her hips faster, she kept her eyes open on his eyes and he thought he’d go nuts. She stroked her hand over his cock and he clenched his teeth as she shook her head. The woman was torturing him. Torturing him with mind-numbing pleasure.
Moaning, her eyes slid shut and her hips snapped even faster. Her mouth came open, panting, and he knew she was close. He felt his cock throb, wanting the same release.
“Jesus, Lena. Are you trying to kill me? Suck my fucking cock!” Her eyes flew open and he added quickly, remembering her request, “Please?”
With that one word, she seemed to tip over the edge and she groaned loudly, squeezing her thighs together and clenching her palm around his hard cock. He grunted and felt his orgasm close as she rode hers through and her breathing slowed.
Opening her eyes, Lena looked up at him and grinned. “Now it’s your turn.” She took her hand from between her legs and in a move so dirty she didn’t know where it came from, she licked her fingers. Then she moved back slightly, releasing her hair from his raging erection.
“I’m gonna die,” he mumbled, and then groaned as she wrapped her lips around the head of his cock and lowered them down. The snug wet heat of her mouth was all he needed. He gripped her head, thrust into her mouth twice, and then tugged her hair so she was looking at him. Lena knew he was close and that he was asking permission with his eyes. She moaned and rocked her hips again, excited by the thought, and nodded, granting the permission. He thrust once, twice, and then gripping her hair, he came, with a loud shout, into her mouth, watching her swallow him down.
Panting hard, he looked down at her and she slowly released him and lay down on her back on the floor. Her beautiful hair spread out behind her, and she looked so relaxed and happy he felt his heart clench at her moment of peace. Then she opened an eye and said softly, “You can keep my robe. I don’t need it.”
Chuckling softly, he came down beside her and pulled her in next to him. He was still in his shirt and his pants were around his ankles.
“Hmm, no, you certainly don’t.”
Fingering her bra strap, he kissed her on her neck and whispered in her ear, “I like this color on you.”
Smiling, she raised a brow. “I noticed. Were you coming to get me for dinner?”
Nodding, he rubbed his nose in her hair, hugging her tighter. “Yes. I got sidetracked. Are you hungry?”
She giggled, a sound he loved, and took a deep breath, shaking her head. “Nope, I just ate,” she said, and with that they both started laughing.
Chapter Twenty-Three
Lena walked into the cafeteria searching for her friend. She spotted Shelly in the corner with a book on the table. Making a beeline toward her, she snagged a seat and sat down smiling when Shelly looked at her while munching on a piece of apple.
“What?” Shelly asked around the apple.
Lena’s latest hobby was to drive Shelly insane with twenty questions about Paul, a lawyer she’d met around a month ago and had been seeing regularly since. As Lena told her, payback’s a bitch.
“Seriously? Why are you grinning at me like that?” Shelly asked, pushing her glasses up her nose. “It freaks me out. I’m still not used to or fond of ‘happy Lena’.”
Laughing, Lena smiled and reached over, snagging a piece of apple for herself. “Oh, shut it. You wanted me to get a man and get laid. I did and now you’re complaining.”
“Well, excuse me if I didn’t realize that achieving both of those things would turn you into a happy, grinning, annoyingly smug pain in my ass.”
Lena’s grin only got wider. “You only have yourself to blame. Now, how was the date last night? Sex or no sex?”
Shelly harrumphed and Lena knew that meant no sex.
Biting down on the apple, Lena sat back in her chair and said a
round the food in her mouth, “Me,” she said pointing to herself, “Sex. Great, hot, dirty sex.”
Shelly flipped her off. “Remember karma? Watch out, she’ll find you. She sure found me.” Pausing, Shelly reached out, took the bottle of water off the table, uncapped it, and took a drink. Placing it back down, she looked over to Lena. “What kind of man won’t sleep with you when you ask him to? It’s been a little over a month, for crying out loud.”
“Maybe he thinks you’re special and doesn’t want to rush?”
Shelly tilted her head, giving Lena a really? kind of look as though she was an idiot for even suggesting it.
“Well, no need for that.” she paused and then continued at a louder pitch. “I know I’m special! I’m also sexually frustrated, think he knows that?”
Lena couldn’t help it. She burst out laughing. “Well, I don’t know about him but everyone in this cafeteria now knows.”
Shelly glared over at her. Looking at the clock on the wall, she grimaced and stood, looking down at Lena. “Well, you can sit here all smug with yourself. I need to go and see my patients.”
Picking up another piece of apple, Lena bit into it and chewed, watching her friend with the accused smug grin. “Okay. I’ll just sit here and think about how sexually satisfied I am.”
Shelly finally cracked a grin. “Remember, I helped you get him.”
Lena nodded. “I know, and I thank you every time he puts his mouth—”
Shelly held her hand up, interrupting. “I can’t even bear to hear it, that’s how hard up I am.”
Shelly turned around and walked away, and Lena was sure she heard, “Smug lucky bitch,” mumbled under her friend’s breath. Lena had to agree that it was a fairly accurate description.
Mason was sitting at his desk when there was a soft knock on his office door. He put down the pen in his hand and looked up to see Rachel standing in the doorway. It looked as though she’d been crying and he immediately thought of his mother. Standing up, he came around the desk and motioned for her to come inside. She made her way over to him and he reached to hug her.
“What’s wrong, Rachel?”
Then she started to cry in earnest. Sobbing and wiping her nose on his sweater—ah, the joys of a sister.
“It’s,” she sobbed once, “it’s Ch—ch—Charlie,” she stuttered out between sobs and Mason knew right then what was going on from years of comforting a broken-hearted sister. He tugged her closer and kissed the top of her head.
“What happened, baby girl?”
Sniffling, she looked up at him and her now purple-tipped hair curled down over her shoulders. He pushed it back from her face and tucked it behind her ear. “He told me he didn’t want anything serious.”
Mason winced, knowing he’d used that line a time or two himself. “And you did?”
She nodded. “Doesn’t everyone?” Pausing, she tilted her head to him. “Don’t you with Lena?”
Mason thought back to last night and smiled, nodding. “Yeah, I guess I finally do. But for a long time I had no interest in it.”
Rachel put her head on his chest again. “That’s because you finally met the right person.”
Running a hand down her hair, he sighed. “Yeah, I did.” He shifted back from her, looked down, and asked seriously, “Did you really want to wake up every day to those eyebrows?”
He waited as she glared at him. Then she burst out laughing, punching his shoulder. “Jerk.”
Hugging her close, he chuckled. “What do you need, Rach? Tell me.”
She took a deep breath and asked softly, “A break? I just need to get away from him, from our place while he moves out.”
Mason nodded, let go of her, and moved back around behind the table. “What were you thinking?”
Rachel wiped her eyes and came to sit down in the chair on the other side of the desk. “My friend over in Italy invited me to stay with her for a couple of weeks.”
Mason leaned back in his chair. “Italy, huh? I miss Italy.”
“And the Italian women?”
He thought about that and then shook his head. “Nope. The food.”
Rachel came around and hugged him around the neck. She kissed his head this time and whispered, “Thanks, Mase. You’re the best brother.”
Looking up at her, he grinned. “I’m the only brother you have.”
“Same difference,” and with that she kissed him again, gave him a final squeeze, and walked out the door.
Monday evening rolled around and he’d just arrived at University to pick up Lena so they could go over to his mom’s house. He rode up the elevator and when he got off he almost ran into Shelly, or as he liked to call her, Dr. Monroe.
“Well, hey there, Casanova. Coming to pick up your girl?”
Smiling at her, he nodded and walked along beside her. “Sure am. Think she’ll be ready for me?”
Shelly turned down the corridor with him. “I’m sure. Since you’ve come along, Lena no longer lingers at work like she used to.”
He could believe that, too. He had a feeling Lena had been a complete workaholic before he’d met her, putting in ridiculous hours in the hopes of being able to fall asleep nightmare-free. He was happy that she now had him to fight off her demons and so far, their relationship seemed to work like a charm for that particular demon. They still ran in the mornings; however, he liked to think their evening extracurricular activities were one of the reasons she was now eager to get home.
“Earth to Mason,” Shelly said, startling him. He focused back on Dr. Monroe, smiling at her.
“I was going to ask where you went, but by the look of that smile I can already guess it was X-rated,” Shelly pointed out with a smile.
Laughing, he held his arm out, she hooked hers through it, and they stopped at Lena’s door and knocked together. “You’d be right.”
“Perv,” she said with a smile.
“Yeah, yeah, I know.”
Lena opened the door, saw the mischievous looks on their faces, and demanded with her hands on her hips, “Okay, what?”
Lena could tell by the unholy smile on Mason’s face and the smirk on Shelly’s face that they’d been talking about her. Unhooking their arms, Shelly moved into the office, wrapping an arm around Lena’s shoulders.
“Oh, nothing, Lena. Mason was just daydreaming and I caught him.”
They both looked over to where Mason was leaning up against the doorframe with his arms crossed. He was smiling at her with the hottest look in his eyes and Lena couldn’t help but feel every part of her body clench.
“You two don’t act anything like I expected.” Mason informed them.
Lena and Shelly both looked at him, but it was Shelly who asked first. “Oh, and how are we supposed to act?”
Mason pushed off the doorframe and came into the office, leaning his hands on the back of the guest chair, looking at both of them.
“I’m not sure.” He paused and looked them up and down. “You’re both extremely intelligent women.”
“Watch it, Langley,” Lena warned.
“No, no. Hear me out. It’s obvious you’re both in the top of your fields. You’re professional, smart, sophisticated women and yet right now you remind me of my sister when she was in high school.”
Lena’s mouth dropped open and she heard Shelly snort and then start to laugh. “Are you trying to tell us you think we’re immature, Casanova?”
Shaking his head, he continued to smile. “No, you’re both just—” He seemed to be looking for the right word, and then he found it, “Fun! You always expect doctors to be serious and kind of stuffy. But you two act like giggling girls.”
“All right, Langley that’s quite enough. Giggling girls?” Lena asked with an arched brow. He grinned at her insulted tone and then stood, moving his way around the desk to them. He reached out and placed a finger under her chin, tilting her head up.
“It wasn’t an insult, Lena, you can relax. I think it’s refreshing and sexy.”
Shelly made a squeak beside her, probably falling under his spell since this was the first time she’d seen him in seduction mode. He turned his face to look at Lena’s friend, who was standing beside her. She’d dropped her arm from around Lena’s waist but she remained glued to her side.
“Paul’s an idiot not to get you into bed by the way,” he said softly, and then turned back to Lena. “That’s where my doctor performs best.” With that, he lowered his head and kissed Lena hard on the mouth.
Gasping, Lena braced herself, not knowing what he was going to do next but she didn’t need to wait long. After a quick, hot kiss, he stood up and she turned to face Shelly, who was fanning herself with her hand. Then they both looked back at Mason who was grinning and they all started giggling, exactly like a group of teenagers.
When he and Lena arrived at Catherine’s, Mason made a beeline to the kitchen after kissing Lena quickly on the lips and Lena turned and made her way to the back where everyone was gathered around the large table in the dining room. Catherine sat at the head of the table laughing at something Wendy had just told her. They looked up when Lena walked in and Catherine jumped up, walking towards her.
“Lena, honey! How are you tonight?”
Lena smiled, took her hand, and walked with her to the table. Sitting down, she said her hellos to Wendy and her husband and that was it with the greetings tonight because Rachel had flown to Italy two days earlier. Mason had told her about Rachel’s breakup with Charlie and she couldn’t help but wonder how she would cope if Mason and she ever came to an end. Right now, everything was great. They were in a comfortable pattern that seemed to shift and morph when it needed to. She felt that she was finally beginning to heal; she really believed that for once in her life things were going to be fine. They all sat down to a delicious meal of steaks. Mason was talking to Wendy about Saturday night’s menu when Catherine came down and sat beside Lena.
