by R. R. Banks
Chapter Twelve
Ella
I thought about what Mason said for a few seconds.
He met me through a friend.
Does that bother me?
I realized that it didn’t. I didn’t really care what he told these people about me or how we met or why I was there that evening.
As long as he didn’t mention the frame.
It wasn’t like I was ever going to see any of them ever again. This was just one evening and then I could go right back to my distinctly other-class life. For all I cared, he could tell them that I was a circus performer who had entranced him with my acrobatic prowess and he decided to hire me as the evening’s entertainment, but I injured myself in a freak elevator mishap and wouldn’t be able to perform.
Damn. I need to stop watching TV with Edmond. Or I need to write women’s network movies.
I nodded.
“Alright,” I said. “There really isn’t any point in them knowing.”
He nodded and continued cycling through the party. It felt completely bizarre to be moving through these people. It was like I had stepped into a brochure for an ultra-exclusive resort that I wouldn’t even be allowed to drive past much less go to. All around me people wore the names that were thrown around during fashion week and dripped with jewelry. Makeup was immaculate, perfume expensive. It was a different world than I had ever experienced, and by the time that I had met what felt like the twentieth man with a pretentious name and woman with enough carats on her finger to make a cake, I was starting to feel a bit overwhelmed by it all.
Mason apparently noticed how I was feeling because he lightly led me toward one of the roaming waiters and set the nearly-empty glasses of champagne that we had held on his waiting tray.
“Would you like a tour of the apartment?” he asked. “I know you’ve seen some of it, but there are rooms that you didn’t get to while you were decorating.”
I looked up at him quizzically.
“I thought that you had to be out here with your guests.”
He gave a dismissive smile.
“It’s fine,” he said. “I just had to be seen by them. Now I have, so I can whisk you away.”
There was something in the way that he said that, that sent a little shiver through me and I gave into the pressure of his hand on my hip, guiding me away from the party. We walked up the steps from the living room and into the darkened hallway that led further into his apartment. As soon as we were away from the group, I felt the tension ease out of me. It was as if we were in a different world now, a world that I was starting to really want to explore.
We walked along the hallway for a few seconds before he gestured toward a door to one side. I rested my hand on the latch and pushed the door open. The room beyond was all heavy, dark silhouettes and when Mason hit the light switch beside the door stained glass lamps hanging from the ceiling illuminated, casting richly colored light throughout the space. It wasn’t enough to make the room look bright, but it allowed me to see the massive wing-backed chairs upholstered in green leather and an antique pool table sitting in the center beneath a huge domed stained-glass lamp.
I walked in, looking around.
“Your man cave?” I asked.
“Oh, no,” Mason said, shaking his head. “That’s another room. But you can’t see that one.”
“Oh?” I asked. “Why not?”
“Because it’s a man cave,” he said as if that was all the explanation that I needed or that could possibly exist for the issue.
I nodded and approached the pool table. The balls were set up in the center of the table and I ran my hand across them. Their smooth surface and shape sent a shiver through me and I felt my stomach clench with the suggestive hint that that simple touch had put through my mind.
“Come on,” Mason said. “There’s more that I want to show you.”
I reluctantly left the room, letting my fingers glide over the pool balls one more time before he clicked off the lights and we continued down the hallway. He had shown me another guest room, his library, a weight room, his beer cave and wine room, and a clothing room that was bigger than my bedroom by the time that he led me to the back corner of the apartment and opened a door. I stepped through into a room with three walls made of glass. It seemed to be built so that it jutted out from the building by several feet and was comprised almost entirely of a wide, sparkling pool. The water went right up to the wall on the other side, making it look as though anyone inside would be swimming through the air above Fifth Avenue. The position of the room sitting out from the building would give it the effect of a balcony, allowing swimmers to look up and see the stars.
I felt Mason step up behind me and a shiver rolled through my body as his breath rippled along the side of my neck and down my chest. His mouth came to my ear close enough that I could feel his lips brushing against me as he spoke.
“Join me for a swim?” he whispered.
There was a smokiness to his voice now and I felt the breath catch in my throat.
“I didn’t bring a bathing suit with me,” I answered.
His lips touched the curve between my neck and my shoulder and my lips parted in a silent gasp.
“You don’t need one,” he said.
Mason took me by my upper arms and turned me around to face him. He ran his fingers along the neckline of my dress and I felt my skin shiver at his touch. When he finished, he brought his hands to my back, drawing me up against him. His hands were warm and strong against my bare back as he lightly stroked along my spine and then found the hidden zipper along my side. The dress loosened around me as he lowered the zipper down. I didn’t object, but tilted my head up slightly to look at him. As I did, his mouth ducked down toward me and captured mine in a deep, leading kiss.
I could feel the passion burning from within him just through that single kiss and I arched my back slightly, pressing my body closer to his as the bodice of the dress fell away and it slipped down my body, pooling at my feet. Mason took a slight step back to look at me, making a low sound of appreciation in his throat as he seemed to drink me in as I stood in front of him in nothing but the lacy black satin lingerie and heels Sylvie had paired with the dress.
“You are gorgeous,” he murmured, almost as though he were saying it to himself more than he was to me.
He stepped up closer to me again and took my mouth, coaxing my lips apart with his tongue so that he could massage his against mine. We kissed until I felt breathless and my body was hot and soft, all tension gone as it readied me for him. A thought occurred to me and I glanced over at the pool again.
“Can the people who live above you see through the ceiling into the pool?” I asked.
He looked up the same way I had, considering the balcony of the apartment above. It didn’t sit out as far from the building as this room did and the wide expanse of glass creating the ceiling would be easily visible to someone standing just above. Mason met my eyes again and I saw a devilish smile on his lips.
“Probably,” he said, then pressed closer to me so that I felt my breasts crush against his chest, still fully clothed beneath his exquisite suit. “But that’s just part of the fun.”
Chapter Thirteen
Mason
I couldn’t resist gathering Ella into another kiss as my hands continued to stroke down the soft skin of her back. It was like warm velvet and I craved knowing what textures and feelings more intimate exploration would discover. I let my hands trace their way down the curve of her waist until they settled on her hips and then tucked my thumbs into the waistband of her enticing panties. Lowering myself down to my knees, I guided her panties down the bare stretch of her thighs, then along the expanse covered with her silky thigh highs before easing them off and placing them aside.
"Turn around," I whispered, and Ella complied.
She immediately cried out as my mouth found a new resting point between her thighs and I tasted the sweetness of her. I gripped Ella’s hip with one hand and use
d the other to push her thighs further apart, so I could gain better access to her delectable core. My tongue slipped between her folds, calling forward more of the hot, sweet fluid that dripped from her and coaxing whimpers from deep in her belly. I swirled my tongue deep within her and took my hand from her hip to release my belt.
Ella dug her hands into my hair, gripping my head as I drew my tongue relentlessly across her sensitive clit until I could feel her trembling as though she could barely hold herself up. Pulling my mouth away from her, I reached into a slim case I kept sitting by the side of the pool and withdrew a condom. I rolled it into place on my surging, almost aching cock. Wrapping one arm around her hips, I brought them down toward me, plunging my erection deep inside her as she straddled my hips and settled into my lap. As soon as I filled her, I felt Ella toppling into a powerful climax and she screamed, arching her back making her breasts press toward me as I drove into her.
As her tremors slowed, I eased her from my lap and into the lapping water of the first few feet of the zero-entry pool. Straightening, I stood over her. She watched as I stepped out of my shoes and kicked my pants and trunks away, then slipped out of my jacket and folded it so I could drape it across a nearby chair. I released the buttons on my cuffs and then down the front of my shirt, watching as Ella’s eyes followed my hands, her tongue coming out to lick her lips. Finally, I eased my shirt back over my shoulders, set it aside, and was bare. She reached up with slightly trembling fingers to touch my erection. Coming up onto her knees, she wrapped her hand around it, still slick from being inside her. She glanced up at me and kept her eyes locked on mine as she peeled away the condom and dropped it to her side.
I widened my stance and stood over her as she wrapped her hand around me again and continued to stroke me. The dominance of the position and the way that Ella looked at me as though she wanted nothing more than to please me, to succumb to me, sent my arousal spiraling up even higher. I let my head fall back and my groan pour unchained from my throat, and Ella increased the speed and pressure of her strokes. She rose up higher on her knees and brought her tongue to the tip of my cock. The flick elicited a deeper grunt and Ella lowered her hand to the base of my cock so that she could continue in shorter, tighter glides. Her tongue slithered around the head of my erection and then used the very tip of her tongue focused on the underside, pressing deeper to reach the bundle of nerves in that spot so it was suddenly my turn to tremble beneath her touch.
I pushed her hand away from my cock and withdrew from her mouth, stepping back slightly so that I could lower to my knees astride her legs. I leaned toward her and stared into her eyes, keeping them locked as I peeled away her thigh highs.
"How about that swim?" I whispered, bringing my face close enough to hers that the tips of our noses brushed against each other.
Ella nodded, and I got back to my feet before helping her stand. We walked down into the pool and I let out a breath as the water cooled the searing heat on my skin. When we were deep enough that the water was at her waist, Ella ducked down and glided through it, moving toward the glass wall on the far side of the pool. I followed her, going several more steps before needing to swim. Ella was close to the wall, her hands pressed against it to hold her up above the surface of the water so that she could look out over the glittering lights that overlooked the street below.
I swam up behind her and wrapped my arm around her waist, flattening it on her belly. I drew it down, cupping it over her pelvic bone so I could slip my middle finger into her opening.
"Do you think anyone can see us?" I asked, moving my finger slowly along her walls, teasing her to bring her arousal up again.
I felt her open her legs further and Ella whimpered. She closed her eyes and her head fell back against my shoulder. I turned my face to run my tongue across her lips and she gasped. Her mouth opened and she brought it forward to search for me, but I pulled back. I pushed a little deeper with my finger and felt Ella press back against me.
“Yes,” she finally whispered, her breath hot on my skin.
Turning her toward me, I lowered my head to draw my tongue along her collar bone, making a path to her breast. I circled her nipple with the tip of my tongue, enjoying the way that the skin tightened and hardened in response to my touch. I brought it into my mouth, sucking for a moment then biting down just enough that my teeth sank into her soft, pliant flesh. Ella cried out and pushed against my hand. I trailed kisses from her breast up her neck till my mouth was settled close to her ear.
"Tell me what you want, Ella," I whispered. “Tell me what you want them to see.”
"I want you inside me," she said, pulling back slightly and opening her eyes to stare directly into mine. “I want them to watch you fuck me.”
I smiled, pleasantly surprised by her boldness.
"Wait here," I told her.
She faced toward the wall again and I swam back toward the side of the pool. I took another condom and rolled it into place, holding it firmly on the base of my cock as I went back into the water. When I reached her again, I wrapped my hand around her chest and pulled her back to me, kissing her neck as she purred. Ella then leaned forward against the glass and pressed her hips back, surrendering herself to me. I repositioned so that I stood between her legs, stabilized myself with one hand on her hip, and plunged deeply into her. I didn’t hesitate for a moment, immediately starting to thrust hard and fast. Over her shoulder I could see her breasts crushed against the glass, bouncing with each thrust. After a few moments I pulled out of her and stepped back so I could grab her and turn her around.
Ella cried out as I tugged her away from the wall so that she was lying on her back in the water, supported only by her hands forced against the glass and my body holding her in place.
I made sure that she was steadily in place, then swept her legs up so they draped over my shoulders. Her hips settled against mine, her core open and hot. I teased her opening with the tip of my cock just until she was writhing and pushing with her hands against the glass to grind against me, whimpering imploringly, then I sank fully into her. The position drove me deep within her and allowed me to feel the ridges and curves of her body in a new and intoxicating way.
I held onto her with absolute control, quickly guiding her legs off my shoulders and sweeping her up against me, then turning her again so that she was flat against her stomach on the glass. My body enveloped hers as I pounded within her, driven further and further into the ecstasy by the thought of people walking along the sidewalk below looking up and seeing us through the glass, the water splashing around us. I buried my head in the curve of her shoulder, nibbling at her neck as my sounds grew deeper and more intense. Finally, I couldn’t take any more. I gave a final hard push, throwing my head back to let out an animalistic growl as I spilled into her.
Panting, I bent forward and kissed along the portion of her back that was above the water. Her body was spasming frantically around me and she was gasping as she rolled her hips, seeking more of the pleasure I could feel rolling through her.
Chapter Fourteen
Ella
As soon as I felt like I was in control of my body again, I pushed away from the glass and turned around so that I could drape myself on Mason. I wrapped my arms around his neck and my legs around his waist. My clit was still incredibly sensitive, and the sensation of my core nestled against his belly sent another shiver through me. He grasped my ass in both hands and kneaded subtly into my muscles as he leaned forward to kiss me again. I could feel him swaying me through the water as we kissed, cooling me down and relaxing the trembling of my muscles.
Finally, I felt him starting toward the edge of the pool again. I was reluctant to leave the water, but I knew that the blissful swim had to end eventually. The living room was still filled with guests that I was sure had started looking around for Mason. Though he said that he had talked with all of them and that that was the extent of his responsibilities for the night, I had the feeling that that was more wishful thin
king and the desire to spend time alone with me than it was legitimate. There would be no need for him to host the party at his house if all he needed to do was have a token conversation with each person. He was going to need to have more interaction, at least with the player who was being honored at the event.
We climbed out of the water and Mason pulled me to him for one more intense kiss, crushing our wet, naked bodies together as if he didn’t want to let go of the pleasure that we had found together. When our mouths parted, he walked over to a silver box sitting against the one solid wall of the room and opened a door. He reached inside and took out two towels. He held one out to me and when I took it from him I felt that it was heated to the perfect temperature. I sighed as I ran it along my skin, warming me up and drying me at the same time. We both moved slowly, our eyes traveling along the parts of each other’s bodies that remained exposed as we dried ourselves.
Seeing the bits of his skin revealed beyond the towel was somehow even more enticing than seeing his fully naked body walking along to the towel warmer and I felt myself getting aroused again even though my body was still tingling from the two breathtaking orgasms that he had already given me. I had to turn my eyes away so that I could concentrate on finishing drying off and then slipping back into the lingerie that had seemed to pique Mason’s interest so much.
Putting the delicate lace and satin back onto my body felt strange, yet at the same time part of me loved the idea that I was going to walk back into the party on Mason’s arm and none of the guests were going to know what I had beneath my dress, but he would. I finished dressing and used the reflective surface of the towel warmer to try to smooth my hair back into place.
“Come on,” Mason said. “I’ll bring you to a bathroom, so you can freshen up.”
