by Ivy Smoak
"Let's go. Now."
When I didn't respond, he slapped my ass hard. I yelped in surprise. Oh my God! Any passerby could have seen that. My heart was beating so fast. I stood there staring at him.
"Bee, you do not want to make me wait."
"Maybe I do." I was more aroused than ever. I liked the feeling of the sting from his palm.
He slapped my ass again.
"I like when you do that."
I watched his Adam's apple rise and fall. He exhaled slowly as he looked down at me. "I told you not to make me wait." He bent down and lifted me over his shoulder.
"Mason, put me down," I hissed. But I didn't really want him to. His hand gently caressed the spot where he had slapped me. I couldn't control the moan that escaped from my lips. With each step into the darkness of the alley, I wanted him more and more.
He stopped and slowly set me back down on my feet by a dumpster. The alley was anything but sexy, but Mason made up for it. His face was shadowed, but I could still see his chiseled jaw.
"Do you think anyone can see us?" I asked.
I watched as Mason unbuttoned and unzipped his pants. He pushed them and his boxers down slightly, releasing his massive cock.
"Do you really care?
I gulped. He wasn't lying. He was huge. His cock didn't even compare to Patrick's. There was no way that I could fit the whole thing in my mouth.
"That's what I thought," he said. "Don't be shy, baby. You know you want to know what a real man feels like."
I was mesmerized. I reached out my hand and wrapped it around him. He groaned in response and stiffened even more. My hand barely fit around him. I ran it up and down his length and he groaned again. His cock felt strong and muscular. Is that even possible? It didn't matter. I knew exactly what I wanted and I didn't care if it was wrong. I needed to know what it felt like for him to be inside of me.
I continued to stroke him as I stood on my tiptoes and kissed him. He pushed my back against the brick wall and lifted both my hands above my head, holding me firmly in place. He pressed his erection against me and I met it with my hips. Even this feels good.
"I promised you dessert. Get on your knees." He released my hands.
I wasn't good at giving head. Patrick had even told me that. But I had never wanted a cock as much as I wanted Mason's. Just the thought of him in my mouth made me breathless. I wanted to taste him. I pressed my finger against my lower lip.
"Turn around."
"What?" I was just about to kneel. I wanted him.
"You need to learn to obey me."
Obey. Everything below my waist clenched.
"Put your hands on the wall."
I gulped and quickly turned around. Whatever he was about to do, I wanted it. I wanted his massive cock so deep inside of me that I screamed.
As soon as my hands touched the cold wall, Mason was pushing up my coat and dress. My ass was completely exposed, the cold nipping at my cheeks.
"Spread your legs."
I followed his instructions. He was about to give me exactly what I wanted. But instead of his hard cock thrusting inside of me, I felt his fingertips brush the back of my knee. Oh. He ran his fingers up the back of my thigh. I arched my back, shoving my ass higher into the air. I needed him.
He answered with a hard slap on my bare ass. The sound echoing in the alleyway was worse than the feeling. Actually, it felt good. He caressed my cheek where his hand had landed. The contrast was unsettling. He slapped me again. I felt my ass jiggle under his hand. Why do I like this?
I could hear his breathing getting heavy behind me. Is he getting off to this? I wanted him to get off inside of me, not like this. He slapped me again, harder, and I let out a yelp of pain.
He grabbed the sides of my dress and pulled it down. He smoothed the cloth back in place and gently cupped my searing cheek. I whimpered under his touch.
"Now get on your knees."
I didn't hesitate this time. I turned around, got down on my knees, and stared up at him, waiting for whatever was next. He was stroking himself as he looked down at me. If it was possible, his erection had gotten even thicker.
"Is this what you want, Bee?" He continued to stroke himself.
I nodded. I did, I wanted him. "Yes."
"Tell me exactly what you want."
"I want you in my mouth. I want all of you, Mason. Every inch."
"Fuck, Bee." He grabbed a fistful of my hair and shoved his cock into the back of my throat.
Chapter 15
Mason
Her mouth wasn't big enough for me, but she was taking it all. She said she wanted every inch and I was going to deliver. I gripped her hair and pushed myself deeper into her throat. She still had lust in her eyes. She liked the taste of me. Just wait until I cum right in that sweet mouth. You'll drink down every ounce and beg me for more.
Bee moaned and tightened her lips around my shaft. Fuck. I released her hair. I wanted to see what those red lips could do. She locked eyes with me as her mouth slid to my tip. Her tongue swirled around me.
She reached up and gripped my balls in her hand as she slid her lips down. I felt the familiar pull deep in my gut. This girl was good. I wanted to fuck her warm mouth, but I waited. She was enjoying this as much as me, and I wanted her to get a good taste of what I was going to do to her later. I groaned when my tip hit the back of my throat. I felt the resistance, but I wanted to enter that tightness and claim her mouth.
I reached my hand to the back of her head. But I didn't have to push her deeper. Instead, she grabbed my ass and took my cock all the fucking way down.
Her lips trembled around me as a moan escaped from her lips. This girl wasn't innocent at all. She was a fucking animal.
Bee pulled back and her tongue swirled around my tip again, teasing me. She leaned forward and grabbed the base of my shaft. She slid her hand and mouth up and down in perfect rhythm, faster and faster. Her throat must be sore, but I wasn't done with it yet.
She moaned again. I bet she's dripping wet now, just wishing I was pounding that tight pussy.
I unwound her hand from my length. "Touch yourself."
I watched as she slid her hand up her thigh. Shit. I wanted that to be me. I wanted to taste her again.
She hesitated at the top of her thigh.
"Pretend it's my tongue, deep inside of you, making you come all over again."
She slid her hand between her thighs. She moaned as she touched herself, her lips vibrating against my shaft. She had the perfect amount of suction. I groaned as I watched her head bobbing up and down. She pumped her hand between her thighs as she sucked me hard. A girl getting herself off made me hard as a rock.
I grabbed a fist full of her hair and pounded myself inside her mouth. She locked eyes with me again. "Time for dessert, sweetheart." I grabbed her hair harder and thrust myself deep inside her wet mouth, pounding against the back of her throat. After several more thrusts I felt me cock throb against her lips. My hot cum shot into her mouth, again and again. Her eyes glazed over as she drank me down hungrily. She moaned against my shaft, sending a chill down my spine.
When she pulled away, she wiped the side of her mouth and put her finger in her mouth. Fuck was she sexy. I wanted those red lips around me all over again. Her other hand was still between her thighs, swirling around that tight pussy. She watched me as I zipped my pants. I knew exactly what she wanted.
"Bee," I said softly and rubbed my thumb against her bottom lip. Her skillful mouth had earned her a reward. "It's your turn."
She bit her lip where my thumb had just been. I reached down, grabbed both her hands, and pulled her off her knees. I pushed her back against the brick wall, reached down, and slid my hand between her hot thighs. She needed to know the way that she had made me feel. I plunged my finger deep inside of her.
She tilted her head back against the wall. "Mason," she moaned breathlessly.
I pumped my hand relentlessly, watching her breathing hitch with every pump.
She was so wet for me, and I wanted her sweet juices again. I pushed her thighs apart and bent down in front of her, shoving my tongue inside that delicious cunt.
She moaned again. "Oh God!"
I trailed my free hand up her stomach until I found her luscious breasts. I squeezed her breast hard as I licked up and down her slit. Her body writhed against my hand. She was so responsive to my tongue and my touch. I felt my dick swell against my pants, imagining how she'd react with me deep inside her.
I slid my fingers back inside her tightness and placed my lips around her clit.
"Mason!"
I sucked hard and felt her clench around my fingers. I squeezed her breast again as she came. Fuck. She had come again for me in less than a minute. Where has this girl been hiding?
Chapter 16
Bee
My knees felt weak. If he wasn't still holding me against the wall I would have melted to the ground. He kissed the inside of my thigh before pulling my dress back down. I bit my lip. Everything he did and said was dirty. It was scary how much he affected me.
He stood up and put his hands on the brick wall on either side of my head. I gulped. He already had another erection. I could feel it pressed against my thigh, right next to where he had just kissed me. He leaned in so that our lips were less than an inch apart. His breath was warm. The cold wind was picking up around us. I shivered as I stared back at him.
This was unbearable. The intensity I felt with him seemed unreal. He was irresistible. I tilted my head back so that he'd kiss me. When his kiss didn't come, I wrapped my arms around the back of his neck and made the move. His kiss was soft and gentle. His tongue tasted like sex. I needed him now, all of him.
"You promised me something," I whispered as seductively as I could.
"I'm true to my word, Bee." He let his hands fall from the wall and he intertwined his fingers with mine. He led me out of the alley.
Once we were back on the sidewalk, he let go of my hand and stared at me.
"It's freezing." My teeth were chattering. "Can we go?" What, was he going to make me beg to take me back to his place?
"Show me what you got."
"What do you mean?"
"Get us a taxi."
"Isn't that the man's job?"
"Yeah, but I'm no gentleman. Don't start getting the wrong idea about me now. Besides, you need to learn how not to be a pushover."
"I'm not a pushover," I said. His words stung because they were true. I thought about how I was always the last one at the office. And how I let my boss hit on me without standing up for myself. I was a pushover for coming to New York in the first place. I hated it here. This was the first good night I'd had in months.
"Show me what you got," Mason repeated.
I turned to the street. A taxi was coming by. I waved my hand and stepped out onto the curb. The taxi sped by.
I sighed. "They usually stop."
"Watch and learn, sugar." Mason cracked his knuckles.
I rolled my eyes at him.
He stepped onto the curb. As the next cab came into view, he put his fingers to his mouth and whistled while sticking his other hand out to signal the driver. The taxi pulled up in front of us.
"Well that's great if you can whistle."
"You can't whistle?"
I shook my head.
"I'm surprised." He leaned in close. "Your lips are very talented, Bee."
I blushed. I had never liked giving head before, but with Mason it was different. Everything was different with him. And he still had more to show me.
"After you," he said. I reached for the handle, but he quickly grabbed it before me.
"Déjà vu."
"You have to stand right by where the door opens. Or else you can easily be swooped."
"Swooped? Is that was assholes call that move?"
Mason opened up the door. "Get in."
I slid into the seat. He slammed the door and quickly walked around the taxi. He got in beside me. This is it. I was becoming one of those girls. The kind that sleep around. I had never slept with anyone but Patrick. And everything I had already done with Mason seemed better. What if I don't want this to be a one night stand? He wasn't the commitment type. There was absolutely no way.
He moved to the middle seat so that my left side brushed against him. That feeling of electricity shooting through me would never get old. He leaned over and grabbed my seatbelt. He pulled the strap across my torso and buckled it in place. His eyes locked with mine. He liked me strapped down. Was he really going to tie me up back at his place? I was more excited than nervous at the prospect.
He turned to face the driver. "Trump International." Mason quickly buckled his own seatbelt and leaned back. "And we're in a hurry."
"Of course, sir." The driver turned off the curb and sped off into the night.
"I thought you said we were going to your place?" I asked.
"That's where I live."
"Isn't that an office building?"
"No, Bee, it's a hotel."
"You live in a hotel?" Was he loaded? Marie and Carter hadn't mentioned anything about that.
"It has apartments too. Well, condos, technically."
"Where?"
"I'm not sure I want to tell you that. You could be a stalker after all."
Chapter 17
Mason
She was staring at me innocently from under her long lashes again. I'd need to call Carter and thank him in the morning. I owed him for this one.
I leaned back in my seat. Trump International was the only good thing I still had. Just telling girls I lived there made their panties drop. It would be hard to walk away from that. But enough was enough. It was time to go off on my own. Besides, I'd completely crush dickweed Darren when I started a competing advertising agency. I'd be back in Trump International in no time, maybe in the penthouse.
I put my hand on Bee's leg. I didn't want to think of my fucked up boss or my shitty job. All I wanted was to lose myself inside of her.
She crossed her legs, pushing my hand away.
She was losing her nerve. I needed to get her attention back. I put my hand on the back of her neck and gently rubbed my thumb up and down the top of her spine. She shivered under my touch. That's right, baby. "Nervous for the main event, are you?"
"Should I be? What are you planning on doing to me?" Her voice was wispy with desire.
"What do you want me to do to you? What's your wildest fantasy?"
She bit her lip in thought. Her wildest fantasy was me. It was written all over her face. Soon it would be my cum dripping down that pretty face.
"Tell me more about yourself, Mason."
I scowled at her.
"We have a few more minutes to get to know each other."
"What do you want to know?"
"Do you have any siblings?"
"I don't see why that's important. But yes, I have a younger brother."
"Does he live here too?"
"You mean in the city?"
She nodded.
"Yes."
"What about your parents?"
"What about them?" What's with the rapid fire questioning?
"Do they live near you?"
"They live closer to you, actually. On the upper west side."
"Are you close with your family?"
"Close enough."
"You don't like answering questions do you? So mysterious."
"There won't be many secrets between us soon. By the end of the night I'm going to know every curve of your body and everything that makes you tick. And that's all I need to keep you crawling back for more."
"That's all superficial. Maybe I'm ugly on the inside."
"I don't think so. You're quite charitable with those lips, Bee." I smiled as her face turned crimson.
"You know what I mean," she continued.
Damn it, what is taking so long? This had to be the slowest taxi I'd ever been in. I glanced in the rearview mirror. The cabby was staring at Bee's tits
. I gave him a fuck off look and put my arm across her shoulders.
I leaned over to whisper in her ear. "You worry too much, Bee. Maybe I can make you relax." I lightly bit her earlobe. A soft moan escaped from her lips. I licked the inside of her ear, caressing her softly.
She grabbed my knee.
"You liked my fingers, driving you insane."
"Yes," she whispered.
"Better than any dick that's been inside of you."
"Yes."
"And my tongue, driving you over the edge."
"Mmm." Her whole body seemed to quiver.
I moved my tongue behind her ear and she tilted her head to the side.
"Are you wet for me, Bee? Ready for my cock to spread you wide?"
She moaned.
"I'm going to claim every inch of you. You'll never want anything but my cock inside of you."
Her fingers dug into my skin.
"I'll show you how close the line is between pleasure and pain. You have no idea what you've been missing all these years." I bit her earlobe once more and leaned back in my seat.
She looked up at me with pleading eyes.
"We're almost there, Bee." I pointed out the window.
Bee's jaw dropped as soon as my place came in view. That's right, I'll be fucking you with views of Central Park.
"That's where the mysterious Mason Caldwell lives?" She smiled, but her smile vanished almost as quickly as it had appeared. She turned away from me and looked out the window.
"Wait till you see inside, Bee." Wait until you see what I'm going to do to you inside.
Chapter 18
Bee
It felt like my heart sunk in my chest. Caldwell. I knew I had recognized that name. I stared at the towering building as the cab came to a stop outside. Why me?
"The wait is over. I'm going to fuck you so hard you won't be able to walk for days," he whispered in my ear.
I pushed my thighs together. My heart was beating so fast. Shit.
He slid over to the side and stepped out of the taxi. He closed the door and began to walk around the cab. Mason fucking Caldwell.
I pushed the lock down on my door. "West 96th Street!"
The driver just looked back at me.
