The Tycoon and his Honey Pot

by Sabel Simmons

  She was still pulsing when he surged inside her, his rigid shaft hitting her at the hilt and she cried out. She ground her hips hard against his, begging for more. He plunged into her, hard and deep, faster and with a desperation that astounded him. Brooklyn was tight in the claws of her own body’s pleasure. Her orgasm hit her so hard she thought she would pass out, only to have it extended even longer and harder when he surged into her, plunging into her with hard deep thrusts. She clawed at him, urging him on, every hard thrust plunging inside her, making her crave another, harder, deeper.

  Mason felt himself lose control and he held himself above her with his arms straining as he plunged into her furiously. His hips pummeled against hers and he growled as his climax ripped through him so hard he couldn’t breathe. His body was as tight as a steel rod and he shuddered inside her, shooting his release deep.

  Brooklyn was dazed and stopped breathing when yet another climax slammed through her, drawing her body in a tight arch against Mason. She couldn’t breathe and for a moment everything went black around her. She screamed his name as hers died on his lips and she held on to him until the last shudders faded inside her.

  Mason felt her inner walls continue to pulse around him in the aftermath of her climax and he puffed breath into his lungs. He could not believe that he had another amazing climax so shortly after the first and his body felt complete and replete.

  He withdrew from her and fell on his back next to her. He reached his arm around her and drew her close to him, her head finding a spot on his chest and her leg nestled warmly between his.

  “Brooklyn.”

  “Yes, baby?”

  “You do know that I will never let you go now. This has sealed your fate. You are mine!”

  She heard the possessiveness in his voice and she smiled.

  “As you are mine, Mason … and be warned … I do not share!”

  “Oh, honey pot! You are too precious! That is one thing you would never have to worry about. I knew you would blow my mind. I need only you … no one else will ever do!”

  She lifted herself over him and settled between his legs with her soft stomach setting over his groin. He groaned as his shaft reacted to her softness by hardening and swelling against her. She responded with a moan and moved in a circle against his arousal. She leaned forward to graze her tight nipples against his torso. She stroked his chest and arms with fluttering fingers. Her eyes met his and she smiled.

  “Is it always like this? This intense, this satisfying, this … complete?”

  He stroked her hair and caressed her lips with his thumb, shaking his head.

  “No honey. I can honestly say I have never experienced anything so intense and satisfying and yes … complete. With us … it will always be like this, I promise.”

  She lowered her head and kissed his torso and smiled when it tightened under her lips and his hand gripped her hair. His voice was hoarse when he cautioned her.

  “Honey … uhm … the position you’re in is just too tempting and promising and I know you’re not ready for it, but I would not mind … Hot damn … Brooklyn!”

  He shouted when she slithered down and took his hard shaft in her hands and gently stroked it. When she leaned closer and kissed the quivering tip he nearly growled in surprise.

  “Honey … stop … I … are you sure you’re a damn virgin?”

  He ground out between his teeth as she pulled him into her mouth, twirling her tongue around the length of his shaft. She sucked him as deep as he could go. To taste her scent on him was so erotic that heat immediately sizzled inside her. She looked up and met his eyes.

  Mason has never seen such an erotic picture, has never felt so vulnerable. He watched her mouth closing around him, pulling him deeper and sucked softly then harder. She caressed his sacks and he clawed at the sheets below him, forcing his body not to thrust against her mouth. When she copied him and scraped her teeth all the way to the top he lost the battle and thrust against her mouth. She moaned, sucked harder and moved him in and out of her mouth.

  Mason felt his blood pound through his body and he knew he would not be able to hold back much longer. He reached for her and pulled her up and over him, settling her over his pulsing shaft and growled when she reached down and guided him into her tight passage. She lowered herself onto him slowly, but he was too impatient, in too much need and he gripped her hips and slammed her down onto him as he thrust his hips upwards. She shouted at the ecstasy of feeling him so deep and hard inside her. She started riding him, fast and hard, then with desperation when he pulled her forward to close his lips around her nipple and suck and nibbled on the tip. His fingers closed around her clit and pinched and stroked until she was thrashing uncontrollably against him.

  She felt the ripples inside her tighten and pull at her core painfully and she cried his name in a desperate plea. He answered by surging upwards harder and deeper and they once again rode the crescent of their release as wave after wave crashed over them.

  Brooklyn slumped weakly on top of him and held onto him whilst his arms grasped her tight against him. Their breathing settled, and they fell asleep, Mason still semi-hard and nestled tight inside her body.

  Chapter Six

  Mason leaned his head on his hand and looked down at the sleeping beauty next to him and smiled. She was exhausted. He allowed her only an hours’ worth of sleep and spend the rest of the night trying to expunge his overwhelming need for her. He buried himself inside her warmth so many times he lost count and it was still not enough. Gazing at her beauty and luscious body his arousal strained hard and eagerly against her hip.

  He stroked her belly and pulled the sheet that covered her off and watched his hand on her honey colored skin. She moaned softly and turned her face away from him. He lifted his hand and stroked down her profile, her forehead, her small straight nose and her full lips and over her chin down her neck. She had the most perfect profile he has ever seen on a woman.

  His eyes caressed over her chest and he growled softly when his hand followed the same path and stroked slowly over her nipples. When they immediately shriveled into hard nubs he could not contain himself any longer and leaned over to close his lips around the closest nipple sucking it greedily deep into his mouth. He pinched and rolled the other between his fingers, causing an involuntary mewl to escape her lips. She arched her back pushing her breast deeper into his mouth and he suckled harder, lifting his head pulling her breast with and she shouted.

  “Mason! Oohh … that feels … aahhh!”

  She shouted when he pushed her breasts together and sucked on both her nipples and pulled them as far as they would stretch, watching her heavy lidded eyes widen. She lifted her hips against his leg resting between her legs, desperately rubbing against his hardness.

  He moved over her and settled between her legs, slowly pushing home and they groaned in unison. Their eyes met and she smiled warmly.

  “I could get used waking up this way every morning.”

  “I could get used waking you up this way every morning.”

  Their warm smiles meshed and he lowered his head to kiss her deeply but tenderly. He started moving slowly inside her and cursed when he saw her wince. He stopped and leaned his head against hers.

  “I’m so sorry, honey. I should have realized you would be tender after last night.”

  He gritted his teeth and started withdrawing from her but she wrapped her legs around his waist.

  “Oh no, you don’t! You can’t heat my blood, make me as wet as a waterfall and then leave me! I am fine … I will be in more pain if you left me now. So, Mason Sheppard, finish waking me up.”

  “I repeat … you are very demanding for a virgin!”

  He took his time ‘waking her up’ and made love to her slowly and tenderly and no matter how she thrashed and pulled at him he kept the slow and easy pace, giving her a shattering climax which he followed with his own emitting a husky shout.

  As soon as they breathed normally, he gave h
er a soft rap on her buttocks where she was draped half on top of him and she screeched.

  “Up you go … it is a lovely day outside and I want to show you the estate and then we’ll have lunch in town.”

  She sat up and stretched lazily with her arms above her head, totally comfortable with her nakedness in front of him. His testosterone however reacted immediately and his shaft tightened. He growled, grabbed her and kissed her hungrily. He pushed her away from him roughly and rose from the bed.

  “If we ever are to get out of this bed, I better take a shower in the other room. You use this bathroom and I’ll wait for you downstairs in the den.”

  She smiled happily whilst she got ready and ran downstairs, peeping into rooms as she went. It was a beautiful house with lots of open spaces and spacious rooms. He watched her walk down the stairs and she looked so at home, his heart warmed in anticipation. He needed her with him; all the time, not just every weekend or now and then. She belonged here, to share his life and his home with him. He still could not believe he fell so hard so fast, but refused to question it in depth. He was thirty five years old and it was high time he did something about his single status.

  She reached the bottom stair and walked into his arms, wrapped hers around his waist and hugged him tight. His arms closed around her and he pulled her even tighter against him, kissing her softly between her eyes.

  “I don’t know about you, but I am starving. There is a small country cottage not so far from here that serve scrumptious breakfasts.”

  They took the beach buggy and she felt complete and happy for the first time in a very long while. The rest of the day was sublime. After breakfast Mason took her to New Shoreham which he told her was incorporated in 1672 as the only town on the island of Block Island, and was the smallest town in the smallest state in the United States.

  They strolled through town and with more than fifty stores, specialty shops, and numerous art galleries, it was a diverse experience. After lunch they went back to his estate. He proudly showed her around the grounds and they went for a swim on the private beach. She screeched when he pulled her bikini top off and pulled her into the soothing salt water.

  “Mason! Give me my top!”

  “Why? It is only you and I … and I need to taste you …” and he lifted her out of the water to fasten his lips around her nipple and she keened as heat immediately shot to her core.

  He pulled her bikini bottoms off and before she could comprehend what he was doing he surged inside her, guiding her legs around his waist. His lips fastened on the pulsing vein in her neck and he pulled the skin between his lips, sucking hard and marked her with the same passion as he drove into her, his hands hard on her hips guided her against him.

  She moaned and writhed against him as the pressure built inside her with such intensity and speed she couldn’t breathe. Her nails dug bloodied half-moons on his back and he thrust harder and deeper, causing such friction inside her that her climax ripped through her almost immediately. Mason ground his teeth when the soft walls tightened around him and milked him until his own orgasm shot through him and his shout and her scream competed with the crashing surf.

  They strolled back to the house hand in hand, laughing and joking all the way. When they reached the house Brooklyn turned to him and snuggled into his chest.

  “You know I can’t stay here tonight. I have to get back to New York. I have an appointment in Cleveland and am leaving early tomorrow morning.”

  “What is it that you do besides racing?”

  She chewed her lip, not wanting to lie to him outright. “I do some PR work for Michael.” This was the truth at least. She has been doing all PR and marketing campaigns for Hadley team for the past four years.

  “I don’t want to let you go. I can drop you off early in the morning.”

  She smiled at his grumpy reply. “Baby, I still have some preparation to do and need to chat to Michael as well.”

  Which again was the truth. She told Michael she was going to Cleveland with Mason and he asked her to try and fit in a short meeting with one of their sponsors. She managed to fit it in around Mason’s schedule as his meetings were all scheduled for Tuesday and Wednesday. They were due to arrive in Cleveland around three in the afternoon on Monday which gave her the opportunity to go and see them.

  “How long will you be in Cleveland?”

  “Until Wednesday morning.”

  He smiled and pulled her close again. “You will ensure your evenings are free for me? I am there from Monday afternoon until Wednesday afternoon as well.” He stroked her hair. “Why don’t you fly back with us on Wednesday afternoon?”

  “Us?”

  “My assistant is going with.”

  “Oh … I can’t, I have to be back before lunch. But I will keep my evenings open for you. Where are you staying?”

  “In the Renaissance Hotel on the Public Square.”

  “I know where it is. Let me know what time and I’ll meet you there.”

  He frowned at her, looking at her pensively. “I am rather old fashioned in that I prefer to pick my date up, not her meet me.”

  She giggled and gave him a quick kiss. “Hmm … you need to relax your staunch ways, baby. Let’s not fight about something so trivial.”

  He couldn’t resist her when she looked so beautiful looking up at him and he lowered his head to kiss her deeply.

  Mason was not happy to take her back to Michael, but he gave in, only because he would have her back in his arms the following night.

  Michael stayed in Brighton Beach which was not that far from her apartment block. She sighed in relief when Michael was not home and waved Mason goodbye as he pulled away from the curb. She waited fifteen minutes and then took a taxi home.

  She rubbed her eyes tiredly relaxing in a warm bubble bath. The warm water soothed her slightly sore body. Just thinking of the ecstasy and pleasures she received at Mason’s hands and mouth made the slight soreness between her legs worth the while.

  She could not believe how deep her emotions ran for him, how intense the feelings rippled through her heart just thinking of him. She never believed love at first sight existed, but now she did. Her heart has never beaten so joyously for any man, yet at the same time painfully … it was as if her heart was too small to carry all her love and feelings for him. She gasped … love? She only knew him for a week! Yet somehow, the way her body responded to him, so naturally, so passionately were all testimony of her total acceptance of her feelings.

  The only damper was the deceit. She groaned and leaned her head against the back of the bath tub. With sad resolution she picked up her phone and called Michael.

  “Hi sis, fancy hearing from you on a Sunday evening. I thought Mason would have kept you there until tomorrow.”

  “He wanted to, but you know why I couldn’t.”

  He was silent for a while, the only sound the background of the restaurant he was clearly at.

  “You still have not told him.”

  “Does your offer still stand, Mickey?”

  He gripped the phone. “What offer?”

  “To buy my baby?”

  Her voice cracked and his heart went out to her. He knew how much she loved that car, and the racing.

  “Of course. Are you giving up racing as well?”

  “I can’t very well race without a car. When can we do the deal? I want to resign before the end of the week.”

  “Resign and disappear as Zita, or resign and tell him?”

  She was quiet for so long and he realized she only now considered the two options. She sighed and said softly. “Resign and tell him the truth.”

  “It is the right thing to do, sis. There is another option, you know.”

  “I am listening.”

  “I will pay for your studies and support you until you start practicing. When the dollars start rolling in, you pay me back with interest at the current prime rate.”

  “Thanks for the offer, but I can’t allow you to do tha
t.”

  “You can be so hard headed at times! Very well, I’ll transfer the money in the morning.”

  “At the value we agreed on, Mickey. Not a cent more! And you transfer ownership of her before the end of the week.”

  “What is the rush?”

  “It is not a sale if you don’t hold ownership!”

  “Okay, but only if you agree to continue to race for the Hadley team.”

  Tears trickled over her cheeks at the impending loss. “I … agree …” She could not prevent the sob from escaping and Michael cursed.

  “Bee, just tell him! He will understand and you can continue to work for him.”

  She laughed though her tears. “No Mickey … after this weekend, there is no way I can continue working for him.”

  The tears continued to press past her lids after she ended the call and she cursed loudly. Why did she accept this job? She should have stayed where she was, then she would not be in such a mess!

  Her cell phone rang and she swallowed the lump in her throat away, when Mason’s name flashed on the screen. She swiped to answer and cleared her throat before she spoke.

  “Mason? I miss you …”

  “God woman! Do you know what you are doing to me? I am getting back in the chopper right now …”

  “No! No … I am just being silly. Tomorrow is not that far away.”

  “It seems too far for me. I need you again, Brooklyn. I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of you. My arms feel so empty.”

  Brooklyn couldn’t answer as the tears started rolling over her cheeks again. This time in happiness, knowing she was doing the right thing, and even losing the Camaro didn’t mean as much as her need for him. She just wished they didn’t have the Cleveland trip. She could hardly spring it on him now and knew she had to wait until they were back in New York.