He placed the piece of beef in her mouth, and she let her tongue trace it before biting down, pulling the meat off the tines of the fork. He groaned as she chewed slowly, licking her lips after she swallowed.
Who knew beef with broccoli could be so erotic?
“You’re killing me here, babe.”
“Then finish eating so we can move on,” she breathed.
He snorted then went to work on dinner, joking with her about their day jobs and normal things they did usually. She relaxed as she ate with him, telling herself this was the same Mason he’d always been. Just because there was…something going on between them didn’t change the fact he was her best friend.
After they ate, they quickly cleaned up and picked another game to play, this time one with just the two of them, rather than a large campaign.
“What do you say we raise the stakes?” he asked as she sat down next to him.
She tilted her head. “What do you mean? We usually bet that whoever wins has to pay for the next meal. Hence you pay today since I kicked your ass this time.”
Mason snorted. “I let you, you know.”
“Sure, honey. Whatever you need to say to protect that fragile ego of yours. Now what do you mean by raising the stakes?”
“Let’s play the shorter games. Loser gets to lose a piece of clothing. Winner’s choice.” His eyes darkened, and she sucked in a breath.
“Strip video games?” Oh my. That was a new one. A very good and sexy new one.
“What? It blends two of my favorite things. Video games and getting you naked.”
“How can getting me naked be one of your favorite things? You’ve never seen me naked.” At least she didn’t think so.
He trailed his finger down her chin, and she shivered. “I can imagine it. By the end of the night, I’m going to see you naked, feel you naked, and be naked right along with you, so yeah, it’s my new favorite thing.”
She licked her lips then leaned closer, brushing a soft kiss to his. “Okay,” she whispered then bit down gently.
He groaned then pulled away, licking his lower lip where she’d nipped. “Dangerous, woman. You’re fucking dangerous. I like it. Now be prepared to lose and get naked. I can’t wait.”
She rolled her eyes. “Honey, you’re going to be sitting there with your cock out while I remain fully clothed once we’re finished playing.”
“We’re never going to be finished.”
She stiffened, knowing he was talking about the game, not what they were going to do next, but she didn’t think he noticed.
“Just play, big boy.”
“I see you’ve noticed,” he said, palming his cock through his jeans.
Her gaze followed the movement, and she took a shaky breath. Oh yeah, big was the name for it. Dear Lord, she couldn’t wait.
“Game on.”
She tried to keep her attention on the game, knowing if she lost Mason would have way too much fun, and she really wanted to see him naked first. Apparently his attention was just as sketchy as hers because he lost the first round. She did a fist pump.
“Shirt off,” she said, smiling.
Mason set down the controller then tugged his shirt off slowly. His muscles flexed and bunched. Holy God, was he always that ripped? That tan? He had a little chest hair that matched the darkness of his hair, but it wasn’t too much. He also had a happy trail that went straight down below the edge of his jeans.
She couldn’t wait to see where that led.
“Got your fill?” he asked, his voice hoarse.
“Never,” she whispered back then turned toward the game. “Next will be your pants, so be prepared to lose.” God, it was so much fun playing with him. He was still Mason. She was still Presley. All that changed was now they were getting naked. Best. Ever.
They played the next game, and she blushed when Mason won.
“Shirt off, baby. You can keep the bra on, but I’m going to see those tits soon. You get me?”
“I get you,” she mumbled then stripped off her shirt. The coolness of the room did nothing to her over-heated skin, which became scorching under Mason’s gaze.
“You’re so fucking sexy, Presley.” He traced her side with his callused fingertips, sending goose bumps up and down her arms. When he rubbed along the mound of her breast where her bra met skin, she sucked in a breath.
“Next game?” she asked quickly, needing to do something, or she’d end up under him in the next breath.
“Next game,” he agreed.
A few games later, Mason was in his briefs—his massive erection tenting them nicely—and she was in her bra and panties. Thankfully, she’d guessed they’d start this next part of their relationship that night and had a matching black-and-pink skull set on.
Mason ran a hand down his chest, and she sucked in a breath. “What do you say we call it a tie?” His voice had deepened, going straight to her pussy as he spoke.
“What? Don’t want to see me get fully naked?” Disappointment slid through her. Was it because she wasn’t as curvy as Lorena? Damn it. Why did she have to think about the other woman?
Mason put his hand under her chin. “Hey, stop that. I want to see you naked, Presley. I want to so fucking bad it’s taking all my control not to rip off that bra of yours, suck on your nipples until they are ripe and ready for you to come, then take off your panties and eat you out until you’re calling my name.”
Her pussy clenched. “Uh…why can’t we do that?” Damn, she liked this brazen Presley. She was going to have to keep her.
Mason kissed her then. Hard. He fucked her mouth with his tongue, crushing his body to hers. His dick pressed into her belly, and she moved so she sat on his lap, cradling his cock with her pussy though her underwear.
Finally, he pulled away, leaving them both breathless. “I want to see you naked for the first time on our terms, not because we won a game.”
“But it was your idea to play strip video games in the first place.” She arched her back, rubbing herself along his length. If he would just move a little more, she’d be able to get off. He must have known what she was after because he gripped her hips, stilling her.
“Nuh-uh. You don’t get to come until I say so.”
She narrowed her eyes. “You’re going Dom on me?”
“I’m not a Dom, honey. I’m alpha as shit in bed, and I’m going to show you that, but you’re not my submissive. I want you to push back, fuck me as hard as I’m fucking you. If I happen to tie you up, spank you, use a dildo in your pussy as I fuck your ass? Well, that’s just part of who I am. Got a problem with that?”
Who the hell was this dirty-talking Mason, and could she have more of him, please?
“Yes to all of that. Now please let me come.”
He kissed her then trailed his lips down her neck, his hands on her hips still so she couldn’t move.
“Back to what I was saying. I wanted to play to loosen ourselves up and release some tension.”
“I have a better way of releasing tension.” God, she loved playing with him, loved seeing the way he smiled at her as she teased him.
“I bet you do, baby. Now, sit right there and take off your bra. I want to see your tits.”
She nodded, her clit practically vibrating. Her hands went around her back, and she unclasped her bra, letting it fall from her shoulders. She tossed it over her head then held her breath as his gaze raked her.
“Holy shit. I knew you had beautiful breasts, but fuck. I didn’t know you’d be so fucking hot, Presley. Look at these nipples.” He pinched one. Then the other. She rolled her hips, wanting more contact.
“Stop moving, baby. No coming until I’m done feasting on your tits. On second thought, if you can come just by my mouth on your nipples and not rocking on my dick, I’ll reward you.”
She rolled her eyes. “Isn’t me coming the reward anyway?”
He licked her neck. “We’ll just have to wait and see, won’t we?”
“Damn it. Let me co
me.”
“Then let me suck your nipples.”
She pushed her chest to his face, craving his tongue. He licked and sucked around the right one, nibbling slightly, before moving his attention to the other. His mouth had just the right amount of suction that she could feel her peak rising, her body shaking. He sucked harder, his teeth biting down to the point of sweet pain, and she came, her body pressing against his, her pussy clenching. If she had his hard cock inside her, it would make this that much better.
“Sweet hell, baby. You look so hot when you come. Have you ever come just from someone sucking on your nipples before?”
She shook her head, unable to speak. “You’re the first.”
Mason was quiet for a moment, and she was afraid she’d said the wrong thing. “I like that, Presley. I like that a lot.”
She swallowed hard then squeaked as he tossed her on her back and placed her legs around his neck. “What are you doing?”
“I’m going to taste you. You’re driving me crazy, Pres.”
“I just came, Mason.” She tangled her hands in his hair. “It’s your turn.”
He shook his head. “Not counting, honey. I’m going to make you come over and over then I’ll sink my cock into this sweet pussy of yours. Got me?”
She licked her lips. “I get you.”
“Good.” He sat up, wrapping his hands around the sides of her panties and pulling them down.
She was bare before him, naked, willing, and open. Never in her life had she ever wanted anything more than what was in front of her.
“You look beautiful, Presley.”
“Eat me out already. I want to taste you too.”
He threw his head back and laughed. “There’s my Presley.”
His.
Damn it. No, she wasn’t. They were just friends. Friends about to have dirty, sweaty sex. He leaned down, his eyes on hers before he moved lower. His breath was warm on her stomach as he licked around her belly button. Damn, the man could turn her inside out. He brushed his day-old beard along the sensitive skin of her inner thighs, and she moaned.
“You’re so wet, Pres. You like your legs over my shoulders?”
“Please, Mason. Please.”
“What do you want me to do, Presley? You got to say it. In detail. Make me almost come with what you want me to do to you.”
God, she never knew he’d be so dirty. So freaking dirty. She loved it. Well, if he wanted it in detail, then she’d do just that. “I want you to lick my outer lips, tracing around the edges. Then I want you to suck on my clit, nibbling at the hood. Then I want you to spear me with your tongue before fucking me with your fingers and finding my G-spot. Once you do that, I want you to rub it and press down until it swells and I come hard on your tongue. I might even gush.”
“Holy fuck.”
She grinned, though her own dirty talk had backfired. Now she squirmed in his hold, her body on edge, and he wasn’t touching her.
“Mason?” Was it too much? Had she gone too far? She’d never talked dirty like this before. Never had a chance to. Mason was different though. Or at least she thought he was.
“I’m going to do all of that. Then I’m going to fuck you hard, baby. I know I wanted you to suck my cock, but I don’t think I’m going to last. I almost came at your words.”
Pleased, she shivered then almost bucked off the couch as he did exactly as she instructed. When she came on his face, he gripped her hips and kept licking, forcing a third orgasm out of her.
Apparently multiple orgasms weren’t a myth after all.
He pulled away, licking her cream from his lips, then stood up. “Got to get a condom, Pres. Stay right there.”
She nodded absently, her body too heavy and full to move.
He bent over to his jeans and pulled out a couple condoms. Damn, the man had a fine ass. Firm and ready for her hands.
Next time.
He quickly shucked his boxers, and she sighed.
He grinned. “Like what you see?”
“Seriously. You have a beautiful cock.”
“Beautiful?” He gripped his cock, tugging as he covered the length. “It’s a manly cock.”
“Manly, beautiful, fuckable. I don’t care. It’s all of those. Now get in me. Please.”
“I like the way you think, babe.” He reached down and flipped her over so she was on her knees. “I want to fuck you from behind first.”
“Not my ass,” she slurred. Damn, she was still on an orgasm high.
Mason snorted. “Not this time. Maybe next time. I’ll need to prepare you.”
She shivered. “Sounds like a plan.”
He slapped her ass hard, and she started. “I do like the way you think. You ready for me, Pres?”
She pushed her ass back so his cock pressed against her entrance. They both gasped. “Ready.”
“I’ll say,” Mason grunted. He took her hips in his hands then sank into her inch by agonizing inch.
Dear God, there was a lot of him. Finally, sweet freaking finally, he was in to the hilt, his balls pressed firmly against her clit. It had been awhile since she’d had sex, so her body felt full to the point of bursting, but she’d never felt so good. He pulled out then slammed back home, their bodies writhing as he fucked her. She moved with him, fucking him just as hard.
He picked up the pace, his hand on her clit, and she came hard, her cunt clamping down on his dick, milking him. He shouted her name then collapsed on her back, turning her at the last minute so he wouldn’t crush her. There was her Mason, caring for her even when she cared for him at the same time.
“Good?” he breathed after a moment.
“Great.” Though there wasn’t a word to describe how great. How…perfect.
“Let’s do that again.”
Again. Yes. She only hoped that every time she gave him her body she didn’t also give him her heart. Only it might have been too late for that.
Chapter Six
Mason ran his hand over Presley’s side, her smooth skin warm under his palm. They were in bed lying on their sides, her back to him. From the way her body moved as she breathed, he knew she was still asleep.
Mason had been waking up next to Presley for four weeks yet he still couldn’t get used to it. She just…fit so well, and yet he knew if he commented about that¸ he might lose her forever.
They’d been careful not to say anything to each other beyond what they normally did. Nothing had changed between them, yet everything had changed. They still ate together, played together, laughed together, and now they slept together. He had things at her place, and she had things at his. It made things easier the next morning for work. If either of them thought too hard about it, they would have realized they were in far deeper than they’d planned. At least that’s what he thought she thought. Damn, he was going crazy.
Did he want more with Presley? Fuck. Yeah, he did. That scared the crap out of him because he’d been the one to point out that they could be casual in the first place. Only, they couldn’t be casual and carefree, not in the slightest. Now he was in bed with the woman he loved as his best friend and knew if this went too much further he’d love her in every way possible.
Damn it. That wasn’t what the plan was. Presley seemed way too content not being in a true relationship with him, and he was afraid if he brought anything up, he’d ruin it all. She’d run scared, and he’d be left alone like an idiot.
His plan? Keep things as they were until she noticed he was in every facet of her life and wasn’t planning on leaving.
Simple. Effective. And just a bit devious.
Perfect for him.
Presley moaned in her sleep, and his hand drifted over her side and up her belly to cup her breast. She gasped slightly, and he rolled her nipple between his fingers. She arched her back, pressing her breast into his palm.
Good, she liked that. He looked over her body and smiled since her eyes were closed. He wasn’t sure if she was awake or still in the remnants of sleep,
so he’d go slow and see if he could wake her in the most delicious way possible. He squeezed her breast softly then moved to the other one, plucking and rolling her nipple before cupping her fully.
She moaned, her eyes still closed.
Awake or asleep? Well, there was only one way he wanted to check that.
He slowly moved away, gently pushing her onto her back. Her head rolled to the side as he moved her, and he held back a laugh. Presley was a deep sleeper, and from the way her breathing stayed even unless he touched her, he figured she had to be sleeping still.
Well, not for long.
He moved lower until his face was right against her cunt and gently put her right leg over his shoulder. The action spread her for him, and he inhaled. Jesus, he couldn’t wait to taste her. He loved the sweetness on his tongue when he ate her out, licking up every drop of her cream.
Mason blew on her with cool breath, watching the way goose bumps rose on her soft thighs. He grinned then licked around her labia, pressing gentle kisses along the way. Presley moaned again, this time squeezing his shoulder with her leg. He looked up, but her eyes were still closed.
Looked like he had to go a little harder to wake her fully.
He moved so he was on his forearms, his hands free to explore, then spread her wide. He lowered his head, licking and sucking on her juicy cunt while she moaned and writhed. He moved up to her clit, and he pressed the flat of this tongue against the nub, humming softly. Presley’s fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer to her pussy, and he hummed again.
“Mason,” she whispered.
His girl was awake.
Good.
He flicked her clit with his tongue, scraping his teeth over the hood. She bucked against his face, so he put one arm on her stomach to hold her down then leaned on his elbow to use his other fingers on her G-spot. The knot inside her swelled, and he rubbed harder, keeping in time with his tongue. She tried to move closer, but he held her down, wanting her to come when he was ready for her to.
Her whole body flushed, and her legs twisted and arched around him, her hand tightening in his hair.
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