by Tia Siren
“I appreciate that,” I said. “My parents have struggled for a decade now just to put food on the table and keep the lights on. I do whatever I can for them, but I want to see their hard work with Spencer Hotels actually mean something. It was my father’s legacy, and now he has a grocery store that isn’t even his. It has crushed him, and he’s not the same man he was when we were kids. I just don’t know how you expect to take your father down with this information when you still work for him every day.”
“Right now, until all our ducks are in a row, I don’t really have a choice but to work for him,” he said. “It’s expected of me, and if I pull out now, we lose any leverage we could have with me being in that building. I made a copy of the file, and I’m going to put it somewhere for safekeeping for now. Just know that I’m constantly thinking about it, and it’s not something I’ll let pass by. I will make things right, Ava. I have to for you, for me and my mom, and for your parents.”
I sat there quietly, looking down at my spaghetti, feeling a lot better knowing I wasn’t in deep with everything on my own. I was surprised Mason felt so strongly about it. He’d been right. The man I knew when we were younger was still there underneath the expensive clothes and shaven face. He may have been different, but he still felt strongly about doing the right thing.
I smiled. “I can’t believe you shaved your face.”
“Yeah.” He laughed. “You remember when you painted it with glitter paint? I shimmered for like a week after.”
“Yes.” I didn’t want to laugh at anything he had to say, but I did anyway. “And your father made you stay home from dinner because he didn’t want his people to see you.”
We laughed and talked about old times, reminiscing about when things were simpler. I really did have a hell of a good time with him, and unexpectedly, I felt emotions for him returning. They took me off guard, and I wasn’t even sure how to handle them. Everything in me was trying to fight them, trying to push them down and bring the anger and hatred back, but I couldn’t. His laughter was intoxicating, and his smile melted me. When we were done eating, he stood up from the table and walked over to me. He reached down and took my hand, pulling me to my feet.
“I missed you, Ava,” he said, standing close to me.
“I missed you too, Mason,” I said. I felt weak in the knees.
Before I knew what was happening, he leaned forward and pressed his lips against mine. It was like in the mattress store, only more intense. Desire instantly took over me, and I leaned into him, wrapping my arms around his neck. We stood there in the dining room passionately kissing, and I didn’t fight it when he reached down and scooped me into his arms, carrying me into his bedroom. Our lips stayed locked together, unwilling to release. He pressed his tongue against my lips, opening them, and tangled it with mine. I moaned softly into his throat as he stood there in his bedroom cradling me in his arms. The lust between us was so thick, I could hardly breathe. I knew I shouldn’t, but I didn’t care. I wanted Mason badly, and nothing was going to stop us.
Chapter 19
Mason
Standing in my bedroom, cradling Ava in my arms and kissing her passionately felt so right. It felt like we had come back to exactly where we were supposed to be: in each other’s arms. She had lit up my world on so many occasions, and somewhere in the back of my mind, I always knew I needed her in my life. It was why I’d never had any other serious attachments, why I never came back to the same hookup twice. What we were doing was complicated because so much between us was still left unsettled and undecided, but I didn’t care. I needed to feel her skin, taste her, and experience the passion erupting between us. I set her down and smoothed my hands over her hair. She reached up and unbuttoned my shirt, pulling it open and running her fingers down my chest.
The feeling of her fingers on my skin was incredibly arousing, and my cock turned rock-solid in my pants. She reached up and pulled her shirt over her head and tossed it to the side before unclasping her bra and letting her breasts spill out. I pulled my shirt off and unbuckled my pants, watching her undress down to her little black lace panties, just like in my dream. She was even more gorgeous than I had imagined, and I reached forward, running my hands over her nipples as she unzipped my pants and let them fall to the floor. She ran her hand against my boxers, feeling my hard shaft begging for freedom.
I stepped forward and lifted her under her arms and walked her over to the bed. I laid her down gently on the comforter and stared into her eyes as I pulled her panties from her body. I bit my lip, looking down at her beautiful, familiar pink pussy before dropping down onto my stomach and pushing her thighs apart. I spread her folds and licked my lips before leaning forward and running my tongue through her juices. She moaned loudly as my tongue moved up to her clit and circle around it. I pulled her hard nub into my mouth and let it go, realizing she did actually taste like cherries like I had imagined in the shower the other day. Her breathing increased, and I lapped at her feverishly, wanting to feel her come almost more than I needed my next breath. I pulled my hand up and pushed two fingers inside, fucking her deep and hard, curling the tips to hit her sensitive spot. She groaned and lifted her hips off the bed, moving them like a wave against my face.
I growled, moving faster and faster against her, waiting for her body to explode. She screamed, putting her hands to the side and arching her chest into the air, her head falling back. She breathed in deeply as her body tensed, and then she shook in my hands, my mouth continuing to move over her luscious lips as her juices trickled out onto my tongue. I groaned, tasting her sweetness on my lips, and slowed down as her body relaxed back onto the bed. I sat up on my knees, and she did the same with a coy smile on her face. She pushed me down on the bed and scooted forward to pull my boxers off. My cock sprang forward, slapping back and forth.
She positioned herself between my legs and grabbed my shaft, sliding her hand tightly up and down. I growled, watching her biting her lip and lean forward before rolling her tongue over the head of my dick. She smoothed her lips over my mushroom tip and then slid slowly down a little farther, then a little farther, and a little farther until her mouth was touching the base of my cock. She moved her head back and forth, a light suction coming from the back of her throat. I growled, reached down, and gently rubbed the back of her head. She slowly slid her mouth back off my shaft and began to bob, her hand clutched right below her mouth, sliding up and down my erection. Her warm mouth felt so good on my skin. She was slobbering all over my huge stick.
I gripped her hair tightly and pushed and pulled on her head, thrusting my hips up and moaning in pleasure. I wanted to fuck her so badly, and I fought with myself on whether to stop her or not. Her tits hit me in the balls gently as she bobbed up and down, and I lost control. I pulled her head up and sat forward, lifting her up and tossing her down on her back. She smiled, bouncing up and down on the bed as I inched closer to her, stroking my wet shaft. She slowly spread her legs wide as I moved in between them, looking her deeply in the eyes.
I pressed the head of my cock against her clit and rubbed before sliding down through her juices and pushing slowly inside her. God, she was so tight, just like she was the first time we’d had sex. Only this time, we were both freer, more experienced, and overcome with lust and desire. I thrust my hips forward and back, slowly inching my way through her wet mound. She moaned, grabbing her tits as I squeezed my fingers into her skin. I leaned forward and moved my hips, rubbing my body against her hard nub. She groaned and grabbed the headboard above her. She pushed her body toward me, breathing heavily as I sank my dick deep inside her and pulsed while holding her waist tightly in my hands.
“Faster,” she said.
I smiled and moved faster, my cock rushing through her juices. She spread her legs wider and bit her lip, moaning with the motion of my hips. The sounds coming from her made me even harder, and I had to focus in order to not lose complete and total control. I pulled out and stroked my cock, looking down at her with d
esire.
“Get on all fours,” I said.
She moaned before turning over and rising on all fours.
I looked at her perfect, tight ass and smiled before moving forward and grabbing on to it, squeezing it hard. She reached up and grabbed the bars of the headboard, holding on as I slammed my cock deep into her pussy. She screamed loudly, gripping the rails so tightly that her knuckles turned white. I grabbed her hips and pushed forward and back, slamming my body against hers. The sound of our skin connecting echoed through the room, and the bed shook back and forth beneath us.
“Fuck.” She gasped as I thrust forward, my balls swinging up and slapping her ass.
“You gonna come?” I groaned.
“Yeah,” she moaned in a high-pitched voice. “Yes. Fuck me harder.”
“Yes, ma’am,” I growled, gripping tightly and giving it everything I had.
She moaned and screamed, arching her back and pushing into me as I thrust forward. I leaned close and reached around her, rubbing my fingers over her clit. She moaned louder, her breathing at its height. I rubbed fast and hard as I slammed my cock into her over and over again. She threw her head back, screaming out as she hit her climax. Her pussy pulsated tightly around my shaft as she exploded over me. I groaned, feeling the warmth of her juices wash over my cock and onto my balls.
Slowly, she climbed her way up the headboard, and I wrapped my hand around her waist, dragging her forward. She leaned her head back against my shoulder, and I kissed her passionately, still rubbing her pussy. She moaned and shivered as I pushed upward, gliding my cock in deeper than before. She gripped the headboard and lifted up as I pushed into her. She slid down my cock and sat there for a moment, completely filled by my manhood. I ran my lips over her neck as I thrust upward into her, the passion between us so thick, I could barely catch my breath. I wrapped my other arm around her chest and massaged her breasts as her body writhed up and down my shaft.
She was so wet, so tight, and I couldn’t think of another woman I had enjoyed as much as her. Our first time had been incredible, but this time was much better. Giving in to our passion like this was beyond anything I had ever expected, and I knew right then that I was obsessed with every inch of Ava’s body. I wanted more and more of her. I wanted to feel her sliding against my chest as I thrust my hips slowly in and out of that perfect pussy. I breathed in and out slowly, trying to control myself, not wanting to come yet, not until I felt her coming with me one more time. I pulled out and kissed her cheek, pursing my lips at her ear.
“Ride me until we come together,” I whispered.
I pulled away from her and leaned over to the side table, pulling out a condom and then lying down on the bed. She took it from me and opened it up, biting her lip as she slid it slowly down my shaft. I had never been turned on by a girl putting a condom on my cock until that moment. She straddled me and put her fingers in her mouth, sucking on them. She pulled them out and slid them down her body before cupping her pussy and rubbing her clit. I watched her, feeling my cock getting more and more enlarged. She reached between her legs and grabbed my shaft, slowly sliding her body down it until it was completely buried inside her.
She moaned, rolling her eyes and slowly grinding her hips in a wave motion against me. I reached up and rubbed her clit as she began to grind faster and faster against me. She looked so amazing sitting on top of me, her tits jiggling back and forth as her body swirled over mine. She put her palms on my chest and started to bounce, igniting a blaze inside me. I groaned loudly, watching her pleasure herself on my shaft, moving up and down, stopping for a moment to grind.
She sat up quickly and threw her head back, sending her hair flying. She leaned her hands back on my thighs and moved her hips while my fingers danced over her clit. She took a deep breath in and cried out, her entire body stiffening as she exploded in an orgasm. As her pussy clenched down on my cock, I growled, gripping her hips and thrusting up. My body stiffened and my mouth opened as I groaned loudly, my cock pulsing against her pussy. I felt the release as waves of pleasure pushed through me, leaving me completely incapable of sound or movement. I had never come that hard in my entire life.
We sat like that for several moments, feeling the waves of pleasure wash over us. When our muscles began to relax, she leaned forward and kissed me gently before rolling over to the side. I took a rest to catch my breath before getting up and cleaning myself off in the bathroom. When I came back, she was curled up in the blankets, and I scooted in behind her, pulling her close to me and kissing her cheek.
“Did you know that this mattress is famous?” I whispered.
“Oh yeah?” She giggled. “How so?”
“This just so happens to be the mattress you were lying on when I so rudely kissed you that day in the mattress store,” I said.
“You are too much,” she said, laughing sleepily.
I smiled as I held her against me tightly like I’d done so many years before. I rested my head on the pillow and yawned, feeling sleep taking over. With Ava in my arms, I had never felt more comfortable, and we quickly drifted off to sleep.
Chapter 20
Ava
My eyes were shut tightly, and my mouth curved up into a smile, feeling the warmth of the blankets around me. I hadn’t slept that well in my entire life. Then it hit me, the smell of Mason’s cologne wafting into my nose. I clenched the blankets and sat up in a panic, looking around the room and remembering I was nowhere close to being in my own house. I was alone in the bed, and I heard Mason out in the apartment doing something. Holy shit. I had slept with Mason York…again. I couldn’t believe what I had done. My spite for him had been so strong. How could I have let myself do something like that? I had told myself over and over again that sleeping with Mason was not something to even consider, and I had stayed strong and true to that up until the night before. He had seduced me with spaghetti and promises of taking down his father, which may not have sounded romantic, but it had been more than seductive to me. I shook my head, thinking about how it had all happened.
I had gotten out of study group, gone home, and agreed to see Mason, which was probably my first mistake. Then we ate, reminisced, and then everything got fuzzy. A cloud of lust had taken me over. I hadn’t even had a single thing to drink that night, just water and Diet Coke. I could see it if I had lost control because I was drunk, but I didn’t even have that excuse to give myself. I had simply slept with my ex. The ex I had vowed to take down when I got out of college. The ex who was a complete and total playboy and probably had dozens of women in his bed before me. I groaned and rubbed my face hard, trying to get myself straight. Talking about old times had made me feel so close to him. I had actually seen glimpses of the man he used to be, and I’d fallen for it, hook, line, and sinker. Maybe I was memory drunk, disoriented by the feelings I used to have for him. The way he’d used to make me feel so special, so loved, had confused me to the point where I’d had sex with the man. I was weak, and I was disappointed in myself for doing something so stupid.
I pulled myself from the bed and hurried into the bathroom, covering my naked body with a sheet. I looked in the mirror at my wild sex hair and groaned, putting my head in my hands. I found a brush in a drawer and pulled it through my tangles until my hair looked somewhat manageable. I washed my face, trying to calm myself down, but I was beside myself due to what I had done. How did I manage to get myself into the stupidest situations? I was quiet, motivated, and stayed to myself, but still, I always ended up in weird situations, just like Blair had said. Regret seeped through every pore of my body.
I turned and opened the door, freezing as I saw Mason making the bed. He turned around and smiled at me, but I couldn’t wipe the shocked look off my face. He chuckled and sat down, tilting his head at me.
“What’s wrong?”
“Uh,” I said with an awkward laugh. “I, uh—it’s just that I’m naked, you and I did it, and we probably shouldn’t have.”
“Take a deep breath before
you pass out,” he said, smiling. “It’s okay. We still care about each other, and that’s allowed.”
“No,” I said, pointing my finger at him and walking forward. “No, it’s not. It’s not allowed.”
“Why don’t you take a deep breath and get dressed? We can have some breakfast,” he said.
“Breakfast?” I looked over at the clock. “Oh, holy shit! Breakfast! I’m so late.”
“You’re late for breakfast?” he asked, watching me run around and grab my clothes.
“God, yes,” I groaned. “It’s my parents’ anniversary today. I promised to meet them for breakfast to celebrate. Oh god, I’m such a bad daughter.”
“Hey.” He stood up and grabbed me by the arms. “Calm down.”
He leaned in and pressed his lips against me hard, and I froze for a moment before leaning into it. I whimpered, electricity shooting through my entire body. I knew it was wrong, but I couldn’t help but melt under his touch. There was just something about how it felt when we were close, like we were made for each other. It was exciting and confusing all at the same time. I had no control over myself when he touched me. The magnetic pull between us was something I had only experienced once before, and it had been with him when we were teenagers. He made me feel like I was eighteen all over again, and I couldn’t even try to lie about it. It felt really, really good. With him, it was like being home and young again with no cares in the world.
He pulled away, and I stood there for a moment, my eyes still closed. He chuckled, pulling me back to reality. I just stared at him, still not believing I was there with him. I nodded my head and turned, grabbing my purse and stumbling slowly in a daze toward the front door. I didn’t say a word, just looked back him in shock and stumbled out the door and into the elevator. When the doors closed, I leaned my head back the wall and let out a deep sigh, my heart doing flips in my chest. I was completely out of it the entire elevator ride but quickly woke when the doors slid open and I realized I was in a York Hotel.
