“When you get your own office in your own goddamn building.” Hunter leaned back in the chair. “Plus, I really like this one.”
“You know I’ve brought women here, right? You’re sitting in what I left behind.”
“Adds character to the chair and the desk,” Hunter said with a smirk.
“You’re fucked up, man,” I said, standing up. “I’m leaving.”
“I didn’t say it was time to go home.”
“I did,” I said. “Don’t like it? Fire me.”
Hunter laughed. “Want to grab a beer?”
“No.”
“No? Mason doesn’t want a beer?”
“If I have beer, it’s going to be two or three. Then another two or three. Then I’m going to pick up some woman. Then I’m going to fight someone. Chances are I’ll end up in jail again.”
“For your wife to bail you out?” Hunter asked.
“Fuck off,” I said. “I’ll talk to you tomorrow.” I walked to the door and stopped, then looked back at Hunter. “Hey. How good are your lawyers?”
“Good. Why?”
“They okay with stretching the gray area?”
“As long as my checks clear…why? What’s wrong?”
“Nothing,” I lied. “Just thinking.”
I left the shop and drove home. Something was dragging me home. I had this urge to get some shit down on paper and burn it. For some reason, I’d had this fucked-up dream of Kate and Violet together. At my kitchen counter, drinking coffee, talking and laughing.
It made me fucking shiver.
I got home and found a sight that was becoming almost normal for me.
It was Violet, standing at my goddamn door, looking like a lost puppy dog. She had bags on the ground and shrugged her shoulders when she saw me look at them.
“You made your decision,” I said.
“Yeah. I did.”
“You like being hurt, huh?”
I walked right up to her. She grabbed my face. I grabbed her waist.
“Yeah. I guess I do, Mason.”
“Good.”
“I have one request…”
“Name it.”
Violet jumped up and into my arms. I lifted her so she was eye-level with me.
Then she said, “I want you to fuck me.”
The second my lips touched her warm neck, I was fucking done for. My right hand slid down the smoothness of her side and felt the top of her panties. I slid my hand straight under her clothes, gripping at her hip, thrusting myself hard against her, making sure she felt my cock through my jeans. Those panties were the only piece of clothing that remained on her body. My jeans the only thing left on me.
I kissed down her as Violet put her head back, arching her spine, pressing her chest up at me. My tongue slithered right down to her right nipple. I latched tight as though I hadn’t had a taste in months. I sucked hard, her hard nipple so easy to toy with between my teeth. Violet cried out and grabbed my hair, her hands curling around long locks, pulling.
“Fuck,” she groaned.
I moved my hand around and down, easing between her legs, feeling the soft, wet warmth of that sweet cunt. I rarely missed anything in life, but that was something I missed every fucking day. Nothing compared to Violet. Her wet folds greeted me with honey-dripping warmth, and I jammed two fingers into her slit, feeling her tightness. I pulled my mouth away from her tit and stared down at her. The harder I fucked her with my fingers, the more her body moved. The more it writhed and danced for me. I had her right breast red and tender, her nipple extra swollen.
That meant one thing.
Her left breast needed the same attention.
I eased my fingers out of her and brought my hand up her body, spreading her wetness across her belly. I placed my two fingers to her left nipple and made circles, leaving her own honey on her tit for my tasting.
She slowly moved her hands to the bed, grabbing the sheets.
Our eyes locked tight, and she realized what she was in store for.
She bit her bottom lip as I moved my fingers back down her body. I grabbed the front of her panties and gritted my teeth.
“Get these the fuck off,” I growled. “Now.”
Violet jumped and wiggled, kicking those panties off as my mental countdown to ripping them from her body was getting close to go-time.
I grabbed at her inner thigh, and she jumped and yelled. I opened her leg wide and moved back to her cunt, my fingers sliding right back inside.
“Fuck, babe,” I growled. “Fuck yes.”
I put my mouth to her left breast, tasting her nipple and the honey I put there from between her legs. I sucked hard, so hard that she cried out in pain. I pulled away, and she grabbed my face, nails digging into my jaw. She scratched me, her nostrils flared, eyes wide, my fingers thrusting harder and faster.
“Yes,” she whispered. “Fuck, yes…”
“Say it, babe,” I ordered. “Fucking say it right now.”
I rammed my fingers as deep as I could get them. With my thumb, I pressed hard against the nub of her clit and twisted. That made Violet’s grip even more fierce on my jaw, ripping at me. She opened her mouth wide in a silent gasp.
She was a second away from coming, and that’s when I pulled my hand away.
I backed away from the bed and stood there, admiring at what I had done to her. My jaw was throbbing. Her heels pulled against the bed as her hips kept thrusting. I knew her sweet pussy was still pulsing, waiting for just a little more more to finish her off.
“Mason!” she cried out.
“That’s what I wanted to fucking hear, babe,” I said.
I then dropped to one knee before her and grabbed the back of her legs. I pulled her ass to the end of the bed, and my hands slid up and cupped her ass, squeezing tight. My two pinky fingers dug a little and touched someplace that made Violet jump a little more.
I grinned.
I fucking loved the power and control.
I put my nose to her pussy first, welcoming myself to that sweet scent of desire. Violet was so different from others. It was hard to explain, but the way my cock pulsed against my jeans proved it.
My tongue came forward and licked her bottom to top. I did it so painfully slowly that I was torturing myself. My hands dug into her ass tighter. She pulled at the sheets, groaning, thrusting herself into me, wanting more. The tip of my tongue flicked against her clit and then I kept going. I kissed at her soft and smooth mound. I made a little path up to her belly button and pulled away. I exhaled and watched her skin shiver.
I looked up at her and saw her staring down at me, a hopeless look in her eyes. She was biting her lip again.
Fuck, she was stunningly beautiful. Her eyes, face, lips. Her messy hair. Her tits were so perfect for me. Her rosy, pink nipples standing erect. Down her smooth belly to her mound and beyond. Her swollen clit. Her pink, wet folds.
I loved her.
Ah, shit, I really loved her.
“You’re so fucked, Violet,” I growled.
I shoved all that romance-love-shit away and went to town on her.
My tongue touched her wetness and didn’t stop. I licked as though we were on a countdown to the end of the world. Up and down. Left to right. Scribbling letter after letter to her, writing it with her own honey. I had her ass tensing and grinding into me. I turned my head just enough and clamped my lips to her clit. As I sucked, she let out a scream, and her ass lifted off the bed.
“Mason!” she yelled. “Fuck. Right here, I… I’m…!”
The words were stolen as she began to climax.
I knew I had her, and I knew how to have her. I moved my hands to her hips, letting my thumb rest against her hips. There was nothing hotter than her fucking her clit against my mouth and feeling her hips working so hard.
I lapped up all her sweet come, savoring every last thick drop of her, never wanting her to stop. She whimpered, groaned, and bounced her ass off the bed over and over. Finally, she closed her leg
s and grabbed at my hair, desperately shoving me away.
“Mason!” she cried out. “I can’t breathe!”
I pulled away and planted a soft kiss on her leg.
I grabbed my jeans and opened them. As I stood up, I shoved them down. My cock was finally free. Long, strong, standing tall, throbbing, and ready for Violet’s perfect body.
I stood there with my hands at my sides as I stared at her. She sat up in a hurry and grabbed for my cock. As her two hands slid down my steel shaft, I sucked in a breath and gritted my teeth. She looked up at me, and I saw blood on her lip.
“Shit, babe,” I said. I reached for her bottom lip and wiped the blood. “You bit your lip so hard you hurt yourself.”
“Worth it,” she said.
I smiled. This woman had me. More than any woman ever could.
I grabbed at her arms and pulled her to her feet. I kept her body tight to mine, my cock between us, pressed up, the bottom of my shaft resting against her warm belly.
I took her face in my hands and brought my mouth down to hers.
I kissed her hard, tasting her lips, her blood, the sweetness of her tongue.
She groaned into my mouth and started to wiggle her body, making my cock feel ready to explode.
I broke the kiss with a growl and then moved my hands down her body slowly. Inch by inch, feeling her.
“Mason…I never want to be away from you again.”
My hands rested at her ass again. I lifted her up, letting my cock rest between her legs.
“Because you get what you wish for, babe,” I said.
I put my knees on the bed and set her down on her back. I reached down and lined my cock up to that perfect cunt of hers. And with one hard and fast thrust, I was right back inside her again. She was as tight as I remembered. Just like the first time, like I was popping that sweet cherry of hers again.
I held myself tight to her, digging in a way I never did before. Her hands started to slide up my arms, but then she grabbed at the back of my shoulders, those nails scratching, clawing, tearing at my skin as I tore her up on the inside.
I pulled back like the hammer of a gun and pounded forward at her. Over and over. Each one harder than the previous. The look in her eyes was desperate yet ravenous. My hands climbed up her body one more time, and I put my fists to my bed and lifted away from her. My knees on the bed, my cock buried inside her, I started to fuck. I moved like I’d never have Violet again. The second the headboard started to hit the bedroom wall, I curled my lip, finally feeling right at home with her.
Listening to her scream my name. Feeling her cunt sheathing, coaxing me into an inevitable orgasm. Watching her tits bounce with each thrust. Even better than that, though, was the way she touched me. Her hands started at my chest and running down, fingertips touching all my muscle. She paused as low as she could go, feeling me as I fucked her. Then her right hand came up the left side of my body and stopped at my chest. I felt her started to trace a line around the blacked-out tattoo…the date…
I grabbed her wrist and pulled away from her.
My hands smacked at her waist, and I flipped her around.
I pulled her hips, propping her up on her knees, and I went right back at her, from a new angle.
This wasn’t about digging into my fucking past, not yet.
This was about fucking. And I was far from done.
Her mouth was wrapped tight around the middle of my shaft when she reached her climax. I stared down at her, watching the shower water hit my body and hit the top of her head. Her nails scratched my legs, going up to my stomach. Her left hand came down and tried to wrap around my shaft to help what her mouth couldn’t reach.
Yeah, the night was getting fucking wild.
From the bedroom to the shower, it was her turn to taste me as I came.
When I finished her off in my bed, she collapsed and just lay there, trying to breathe. I scooped her up into my arms and walked her to the bathroom. It fucking bothered me that she came in my shower without me with her. Yeah, this woman had my head so fucked-up that I was actually semi jealous over a fucking bathroom.
But now I had her.
On her knees. Water running over her body like rain. Her lips sliding up and down my shaft, my balls extra tight, ready to let go again. And trust me, shooting my load twice in one night was nothing compared to what I had in store for her. I could go ten times, easily. I just needed whiskey and Violet fucking naked.
I grunted when her tongue swirled around the head of my cock. She pulled away with a sloppy sound and let her tongue flick at my tip. I had to admit, between that sensation and the feel of the shower water hitting me, it was getting close. Her hand gripped the bottom of my shaft tight as she stroked, the water making it smooth and easy.
I bent my knees a little, readying myself.
“Yes,” Violet purred. She looked up at me, water bouncing off her. “Come, Mason. I’m so hungry for you.”
Dirty talk?
I grinned.
She could speak the words, but I wrote the fucking book.
“Keep your mouth busy with something else,” I said. “No more words. I only want to hear you taking in my fucking load.”
She gasped, and I put a hand to the back of her head.
Her lips closed tight over me again, and I tested her. I pushed at her until she couldn’t take anymore. Then I trusted her and let her go, my hands at my sides, feeling myself just seconds away from losing it.
She worked me perfectly, right up to my breaking point.
I punched at the tiled wall and grunted, feeling my come splash in her mouth. She groaned, the vibration making me pulse even harder.
I stared down at her the entire time, watching her not waste a drop of my load, slowly moving down and back on my shaft, sucking and taking it all in.
It felt like she was down there for hours, which was fine by me.
When she finally pulled away, I helped her to her feet. She put her head back and let the water pound on her. Her mouth was open as she panted to catch her breath. My hands slid up her body and cupped under her breasts. I put my mouth to her left breast, kissing her, sucking her, loving her.
Fucking hell…loving her.
I turned her and pinned her against the wall.
She opened her legs, and I slipped my hand between and started to play. She bit her lip and let out a whimpering sound.
“Mason,” she purred. “Fuck…I need a minute…”
I had taken her to the breaking point.
I grinned.
I loved winning.
“Fair enough,” I whispered. “But I can’t stop touching you.”
Next thing I knew, I grabbed for a washcloth and a bar of soap.
“What are you doing?” Violet asked.
“I’m going to wash you,” I whispered.
It was shocking news to me, too. I’d never done that to a woman before.
But that was what Violet was doing to me…making me try a world of new things.
I ran the soapy washcloth down her chest and over her nipples. The white suds bubbled and ran down her body.
“That feels good,” Violet said.
I looked at her. “You feel good, babe. Everything about you feels good.”
She smiled.
She was comfortable.
I was comfortable.
Then I changed everything…just like I always did.
“I want to tell you the truth about my wife.”
20
One Crazy Night
(Violet)
Mason put the black towel around my body and wrapped his arms around me. He pulled me tight to his nude, wet form and held me for a few seconds. I put my head back against his steel-like chest and let out a sigh. I finally felt whole again. I felt real. I felt like I could be myself and not worry.
Yet my heart was torn.
I was back in the flames again with Mason. And while it felt good to be warm by the fire, I knew standing there too long incre
ased the risk of getting burned.
“I caught Davis in bed with a woman,” I said.
“What?”
“Yeah. Everything exploded from there.”
“So he was cheating on you…”
“The entire time,” I said. “He used that hotel and bar as his spot. He had the doorman all paid off and stuff. He had a system worked out.”
“And women fell for it, huh?”
“I suppose they did.”
“And people think I’m an asshole,” Mason said. “At least I’m honest. I’ll fuck you and throw you out.”
I looked back at him. “Are you going to throw me out?”
“The only place I’m throwing you is into my fucking bed, babe. I plan on going at you so hard you won’t be able to walk for days.”
My body began to melt.
It had been well over six months since I had Mason really touch me. That was a long time for a woman to wait for the right kind of pleasure. I spent too many nights forcing myself to tap the edge of orgasm with Davis. And if I tried on my own, it was only okay. Mason had ruined me from day one. And I needed him for the rest of my days. No matter what.
“I thought you were going to talk to me,” I teased.
“Get dressed, Violet.”
He kissed the top of my head and walked away. I admired that wicked hot body of his until he disappeared out of sight.
I got dressed and met Mason back in the living room. He had a pair of all-black pajama bottoms on and a white t-shirt that made everything inside me turn to mush. No man should ever be as hot as Mason. It was almost impossible to think. To function. All I wanted to do was rip my clothes off and have him again.
But I needed to control myself. shove away the sexiness that poured off of him. He was a married man. I was sleeping with a married man. And that was after letting him make me orgasm while I had a boyfriend. And then finding my boyfriend in bed with another woman and finding out he had been cheating since we got back together. Talk about a cycle of fucked-up messes.
Mason stood at the window in the living room. He pointed to the floor. “This is where I sit and write to you and Kate. For the record. Sit here, write, and then burn that shit into ash.”
“I don’t get…”
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