by Stella Rhys
“How much longer can you wait?” I asked, my heart pounding.
“I’ve been at my limit for a long fucking time.”
His hard voice made me chew my lip. “No,” I shook my head. “You haven’t reached your breaking point if you’re still standing here and I still have my clothes on.”
Mason groaned angrily. “Fuck, Taylor, seriously. What are you trying to do to me right now?”
I released my lip from between my teeth. “I just want to see what you’re going to do to me after all these years of waiting. And I want to see how much longer you can wait. The longer you do, the better it’ll feel.”
“God, you seriously are fucking evil sometimes,” Mason hissed, his square jaw clenched tight. But he let me go and waltz off to find Sofia, who was already cracking up by the time I joined her, Noah and a few others in one of the cabanas.
“You’re fucking asking for it now,” Noah smirked as we eyed Mason from across the pool. The second I left him, he was quickly flanked by girls he seemed to know judging from the familiar way they said hi. “He’s hating small talk a million times more than usual right now,” Noah snorted as Mason did his best to socialize without looking like some tortured caged beast. His every muscle was flexed in silent irritation as he leaned back on the balcony, barely managing a smile for the chattering girls around him.
God, I’m definitely in for it now, I grinned as I lounged on the chaise. Climbing forward on my hands and knees, I let Mason watch as I slowly lowered myself to lie on my stomach. Somehow, just the position I was laying in had his lip curling, his bicep bulging as he rubbed the back of his neck.
“Let’s see what happens when I do this,” Noah muttered, resting his hand on my shoulder. “Uh oh. Oh shit, he doesn’t like that,” he laughed, sliding his touch slowly down my back and watching Mason’s eyes cloud over with a death look that would’ve had me fearing for Noah’s life if he weren’t Mason’s best friend. It was probably also the only reason he hadn’t already stormed over and grabbed me. He knew his best friend had no interest in me. But then Noah’s hand brushed over the knot of my bikini.
“You’re playing with fire, van Daal,” Sofia warned in a song.
He ignored her. And the second he played with the ends of the bow, giving the slightest little tug, Mason launched off the balcony and left his conversation without a word spoken.
There was the breaking point.
My mouth fell open as I watched him come, his patience visibly fading with every step he took toward me. I scrambled to my knees on the couch, every inch of my body lit on fire as I anticipated him – his touch, his skin, all that pent up lust and fury he’d been saving for up for me. I gasped and covered my shriek of a giggle when he finally came over and claimed me, grabbing me at the waist and throwing me easily over his broad shoulder. My hands clasped to my mouth as he marched me out of sight from the party, falling away only once he’d taken me into the furthermost cabana. Yanking the rope, he untied the curtains, letting them fall shut before tossing me onto the bed and climbing on top of me.
“I can’t wait anymore,” Mason growled, ripping the triangles of my bikini apart. He groaned when my breasts sprung free, kneading them in his hands for a hasty second before sucking my nipples into his mouth, swirling his tongue till they stiffened into peaks so tight it almost hurt. But I felt nothing but pleasure, curling my fingers against Mason’s muscled shoulders and raking them down the perfect V of his back, wordlessly begging him to give me more. Anything. I wanted his tongue, his breath, his fingers, his cock. I could feel it straining furiously against his trunks and all I wanted was to feel it ease inside me then plunge in with a force.
“I can’t wait either,” I panted as Mason pushed my bikini bottoms aside, sliding his fingers inside me. He cursed immediately.
“Fuck, baby, you’re so wet for me.” Mason tunneled his fingers inside me, watching my lips part wider and wider for him. “Christ, I can’t believe how fucking wet you are,” he muttered before clenching his jaw and groaning that he didn’t have a condom.
“In the robe,” I panted, a despaired sound escaping my chest when Mason lifted his weight from my body, getting off of me for the short second it took to snatch my cover-up from the ground. “Let me,” I breathed, grabbing it, my cheeks flushed as Mason watched me find the condom and tear the wrapper apart. By the time I was done, he had his cock out and resting heavy in his palm, looking hard as a rock and so fucking delectable I had to moan and reach to touch it. “Let me feel it, Mason, please.”
“I will,” he murmured hoarsely. “I need you to take everything off for me first, baby. Get naked for me.”
His eyes refused to break from their stare on me as I fully undressed for him, tearing my bikini off and writhing out of my bottoms as he rolled the rubber onto his shaft – over every thick, hard inch that had me desperately squeezing my breasts till Mason growled and lowered himself on top of me me, drawing the flat of his tongue over my tight nipple and teasing my wet pussy with the flared tip of his cock. It pulsed against me, sending a million little aches to my core and forcing every desperate, filthy plea of need to burst from my lips. They lit a fire behind Mason’s eyes.
“Tell me again, Taylor,” he rasped greedily. “Tell me how much you want my cock.”
“I need it.” Back arched, nails dug in his skin, I begged him. “I need you inside me,” I breathed achingly. Every second he made me wait turned my desire into pain and it made me wonder how the hell he could’ve waited so long when I couldn’t wait two seconds.
“Say it.”
“I need your cock,” I moaned, feverish, loving and hating the way he rumbled with delight over my anguished desperation. “I need it now. I – ” My jaw dropped as he pushed between my saturated folds. Clinging to his neck, shock held my mouth wide open. He had only inches of himself inside me and already, I felt spread apart, the throbbing head of his cock so much thicker than it looked, stretching me so perfectly around him I could hardly breathe. I made barely a sound when he finally thrust inside me, every inch of his steel spearing me and filling me to the hilt with gratification.
“Fuck!” The sharp growl expelled from his lips once he was fully inside me. “Jesus Christ, you feel so fucking good, Taylor,” Mason growled, moving swiftly but powerfully inside me, his every solid pump between my legs drawing a deep, throaty groan from his lips. I arched my back, grabbing handfuls of his ass. God, I was somewhere else now. Completely out of my mind with satisfaction. His touch, his sounds, his rhythmic rocking – everything turned the heat of my body up higher by the second. “Look at me, Taylor.” I obliged his command, feeling the sudden lock of two magnets when our eyes met. “Tell me how good my cock makes you feel.”
I shook my head as I moaned, barely able to get any words out. “Can’t…”
“You will. Tell me. Tell me how wet your pussy is for me, Taylor.”
I tangled my fingers in his hair, drunk off the sound of his ramming into me. “You can hear it,” I whispered.
“Mmm, I can and it’s like music to my fucking ears,” Mason rumbled against my lips as he crushed his kiss over my mouth. Every inch of his body was rock solid as he worked his pace up till he was slamming ferociously inside me, each stroke longer, more forceful than the last. The sound alone had me wild and I could feel myself squeezing around him, my insides tightening and threatening me with an orgasm unlike any I’d ever had in my life.
“Don’t stop, Mason,” I exhaled. “Please, don’t stop.”
He took those words as go harder and I didn’t object. I was just grateful for the intensity of his kiss because I needed something, anything to shut me up as Mason fucked me with abandon, tempting the ecstasy to spill from my lips. The blood was rushing so fast in my ears now that I could tune out any other sounds if I wanted to, and I did. I wasn’t sure what was happening around the pool and I didn’t want to know. I wanted to drown in the pleasure Mason drilled into me with such ferocity now that I was ready to explode
, too lost to pay any mind to what I subconsciously knew was an escalating problem outside. Stubbornly, I ignored it.
But then it forced itself upon me.
The sounds of muttering and jostling outside the cabana faded into my ears only seconds before it was too late and as the curtains ripped open, a sharp gasp ripped from the throat. I pushed Mason off of my body just as I heard a voice snarl, “What the fuck, Taylor!” I didn’t have to turn to know who it was but I did, covering myself with my hands as I found my eyes suddenly staring into the ones I hadn’t seen in months.
It was Aaron.
Chapter Eighteen
Wrapped in just my soaked robe, I trembled behind the wall of Mason’s body, my fury trampled by the shock of what Aaron looked like as Noah held him back. It hadn’t been that long since I’d seen him and yet I didn’t recognize this man. Not because of any physical changes – he still stood six feet tall with light brown hair, cut close and styled neatly. His face was still clean-shaven and he was still dressed in the usual blue button-down and jeans. But his chest was puffed all the way out, his face blood red and his eyes wild as he thrashed toward me.
“Let me fucking talk to her!” he balled his fists, having already chewed out Mason as the party cleared. I could barely make out what the hell he was saying in his rabid fury, but I knew he had to be as pissed as he was because he believed in his heart that I hadn’t and would never sleep with Mason. But then of course he walked in on us – naked, panting and undeniably together. “I can’t fucking believe this. I swear to God, I’m two seconds from losing my fucking mind so for Christ’s sake, just let me talk to her!”
“Calm down before I let you go anywhere near her,” Mason snarled, matching Aaron’s every side step in order to keep me shielded. “I mean it, Aaron, calm the fuck down.”
“What, you think I’m gonna hit her?” Aaron’s laugh was high-pitched and reedy, sounding almost unhinged. “If you think that you clearly don’t fucking know our relationship.”
“I did before you left her out of the goddamned blue, so maybe neither of us know you as well as we thought we did,” Mason bit back, still staring Aaron down as he reached behind his own back for my hand. I took it, letting him give me a comforting squeeze that told me everything would be okay. But it didn’t feel that way because all it took was Aaron looking down at our entwined hands for him to lose it again.
“Oh, come the fuck on – if you two are really together, why the hell would you think it’d be okay to come to my wedding? Huh?”
“Why the hell did you think it was okay to leave your fiancée to marry my ex, you fucking idiot?” Mason challenged. “It’s no different than you being with Eva, Aaron. If I have to accept the fact that you’re with my ex, you have to accept the fact that I’m with yours.”
Aaron slowed his thrashing against Noah. “Are you serious?”
“Why wouldn’t I be?”
“Because you can’t fucking compare that!” he muttered defensively.
“Why not?” I finally demanded. I hugged Mason’s arm to my chest as I stepped forward to cut my eyes at Aaron. “What do you really think is the difference, Aaron?”
He looked freshly shocked as he gaped at me, letting his eyes take me in, traveling from my face to my body. “What’s the difference?” He stared unblinkingly through the wetness of my robe. “The difference is I’m not my brother. I’m not someone who fucks any pretty thing with long legs or a nice rack. I’m marrying Eva, who he never even gave a shit about. Right, Mase? Did you?” he inquired with mock curiosity, tilting his head like a fucking parrot. “You didn’t even know her middle name till you saw the wedding invitation. Right? So that’s the difference. You never cared about Eva – but Taylor? I care about her and I can’t even have the fucking relief of knowing you’re taking care of her because everyone here knows you’re just sticking your dick in her to get back at me!”
“That’s not what this is.” Mason broke free from me to growl inches from Aaron’s face. He was only slightly taller than his brother but somehow, he dwarfed him as he stood enraged before him. “In case you didn’t realize considering the way you abandoned her, this woman’s the best thing that’s ever happened to you. And it’s not just you, you little shit, she’d be the best thing to happen to any man who’s lucky enough to have her so don’t fucking run your mouth telling me what I have with Taylor, because you clearly have trouble recognizing when something is too good to be anything but real.”
I could feel the air stripped from my lungs. They weren’t even meant for me but Mason’s words had me floating so high I had to clutch him to stay on my feet. I squeezed my eyes shut for a second, resting my forehead on his arm so I could feel the words sink in. Of course, Aaron wouldn’t let me have the moment for long.
“Don’t fuck around, Mase. She’s just another conquest before you move onto the next. You don’t care about anything besides that tight little pussy between her legs.”
“Watch your fucking mouth.”
“Or what?” Aaron challenged, something manic about the laughter behind his eyes. “I’ll hurt the feelings you don’t even fucking have, Mase? Give me a break. I’m your brother. I’ve known you my entire life and I know for a goddamned fact that you didn’t magically fall for her.”
“I think we’ve already established that you don’t know shit.”
Aaron sneered cruelly. “For fuck’s sake, it’s Taylor we’re talking about here, so if you really believe any of the bullshit you’re even saying, it’s only because she just fucked you stupid.”
“You’re an asshole,” I hissed immediately, hating that there were suddenly tears in my eyes. Aaron was already backtracking but I shook my head, letting go of Mason and storming past all three of them. “Screw it, Aaron. I’m not here for your approval,” I said, feeling either defeated or liberated – I wasn’t even sure. “I’m just here to move on like you clearly have but fuck it, I can move on at home, so enjoy your life.”
“Wait!”
There were two sets of footsteps following me now and I knew they belonged to Mason and Aaron.
“Taylor, wait.” Aaron’s hand caught my wrist and squeezed for all of a second before Mason had him yanked back. I spun around expecting to see a fight but what I saw instead was Aaron’s dogged pursuit of me, pain flashing in his light eyes as I looked at him with disgust. “I didn’t mean it like that.”
“I’ve learned to stop giving a shit what you meant.”
“Baby, please, just let me explain for a second!”
I winced just as Mason’s lip curled over “baby.” Aaron wore a pleading look now, but I couldn’t bring myself to feel remotely bad as I let Mason come to me and circle a protective arm around my waist. “I told you I’m not your baby, Aaron. And you’ve already tried and failed to explain.”
“Just give me one second to talk to you in private, Taylor,” he whispered desperately. “I can’t stand to see you with him. You know I fucking can’t. You know how much this hurts me!”
“Yeah, and the way you feel now? That’s how I felt when I held the invitation to your wedding in my hand. When I found out that you hadn’t left me because you got cold feet – you left me because you decided to trade up for a better bride,” I said coldly. “Well, guess what, I decided to trade up too, and you can either accept that or you can back out of yet another wedding and be the world’s biggest coward for the second time this year.”
“And if I did that, would you leave him?” Aaron returned shamelessly.
Mason started at him with a fury he quickly contained – maybe because I pulled him back, maybe because he realized we’d wanted this. Exactly this. Forcing Aaron to question his engagement was our whole plan but with the question he’d just blurted at me, I felt suddenly at odds with the mission. I sensed that Mason did too.
“Answer me,” Aaron urged tremulously. “Please.”
The silence thickened the breezy night air. I’d never felt such tension in my life and yet somehow, I
found myself almost wanting to laugh. “You don’t get answers right when you want them, Aaron,” I finally said, my voice steady. “I wanted answers from you too, but you didn’t answer my calls, my texts, my emails or voicemails. I cried alone countless nights trying to figure those answers out on my own while you were off living the life with Eva. Popping bottles of champagne and giving yourself permission to forget about the person you loved for three years because that was easier, that felt better. So guess what? I’m doing that tonight.” I let Mason’s hand take mine as I glared unapologetically at Aaron. “And you can sit around and wonder the way I did.” With that, I murmured to Mason, “Let’s go.”
And we did.
*
Fucked up.
That was what this was. Not what just happened at the pool with Aaron – what was happening right now on the balcony of Mason and my suite. I was supposed to be wretched. I was supposed to be in tears, torn up over the fact that I’d just seen my ex-fiancé, that his words had been everything from hateful to wounded as he lashed out at me for moving on from him the way that I did.
But I wasn’t any of that.
My breaths were ragged as I closed my eyes, white-knuckling the railing of the balcony. This is fucked up, I told myself as I absorbed every furious thrust behind me with a guiltless, lip-smacking pleasure. Instead of feeling heartbroken, filled with grief, I was in ecstasy, filled with the brutal heat and deep pleasure of Mason’s cock piercing inside me. There was still some anger, some fire trickling in from our spat at the pool but we gladly put that energy to use. His hand encompassing my throat, Mason held me exactly where and how he wanted me, his free hand groping my breast, squeezing me hard as he slammed in and out of my soaked pussy. He was strong, merciless – easily shattering my idea of what good, hard sex was. Whatever notion I had before was a pitiful joke compared to the complete possession I felt with Mason. He was a natural, effortlessly dominant in the way his hands slid all over my body, positioning me swiftly to his liking. And whatever was good for him I was sure was better for me because I’d never felt this storm brewing inside me before. I’d already come once, my breasts shaking in his hands as he pumped pleasure inside me. I’d already experienced my best orgasm yet but Mason was still going, convincing me that he had more for me – that the best was yet to come.
