by Ryan Michele
“Where did you meet him? What happened? What the hell is going on!?” Lila asks loudly into the phone.
Mason’s lips attack my neck, up and down, giving me hot caresses. His tongue darts out, licking my skin and sending that strike of lightning through me. One of my most sensitive places is my neck and behind my ear. I absolutely love when those parts of me are given special attention. At this rate, though, he’s going to know all my pulse points before we even leave the parking lot.
“Aiden!” she yells, pulling me to the phone call instead of the wetness between my legs.
“I met him at the restaurant. I’m going home with him.” His lips stop momentarily, and I feel them form a smile on my neck. “So, if I end up chopped up into little pieces, it’s his fault.” His smile turns into a deep laugh, and as much as it’s sexy as hell, I want his lips back on my neck.
“This isn’t a time for your smartass, Aiden. You’re seriously going home with him? Have you been drinking?” Lila barks into the phone like she’s my mother. I’m twenty-eight-years-old, and I’m pretty sure it’s a rite of passage to have a one-night stand at some point in one’s life. He’s hot. My friends know him, and I don’t get any sinking feelings that he’d hurt me in any way. If I were ever going to do it, this would be the man for me.
“I’m perfectly fine. I wanted you to know where I was going. I’ll call you in the morning.” She begins to speak, but I hang up the phone before I hear what she says. No doubt she’s going to tell me how stupid my decision is, but I need to live a little. I’ll get her to understand tomorrow. Or I’ll regret it. Those are really the only two options at this point, and I’m hoping it’s not the latter.
Tonight, I don’t have to worry about if Mason will cheat on me. I don’t have to think about the complications of being in a relationship. I don’t have to worry about if he’ll come home for dinner or have another late night at the office. No, tonight, I can be free and let it all go. Just feel.
“I’ll follow you.” He eyes me skeptically like I’m going to run away from him the moment I get in my car. He doesn’t know me, but when I decide something—it’s go big or go home. I’m ready to go big, and I’m not going home. “I want my car there so I can leave when I want. It’s not negotiable.”
He kisses me hard again. “Follow close.”
The drive is short, about fifteen minutes or so. His sleek Lincoln Navigator pulls into a gated community, then up to a monstrosity of a home. Nothing small about this thing. Mason Dean obviously has money. I can’t help but wonder how many women he’s brought back to his home. But I push it down. This isn’t about anything more than tonight. It doesn’t matter if he’s brought women back here or not. It’s about you and him and this moment.
The two-story home is beautiful with lights illuminating all the windows. Its brick stones give off a very comfortable feel, yet the house has class and elegance written all over it. But that’s not why I’m here. I don’t care about his money or his house or hell, what he drives. I only care about what he can give me without my clothes on. It’s the sole purpose of this visit. Nothing less, nothing more.
He parks his car in front of one of the four garage stalls then I follow suit. This is it. What woman in her right mind would have to talk herself up to go to bed with Mason Dean? I guess me. I can do this, though. I will do this. I don’t want to think. I just want to feel sexy, desirable, and pleasured. So far, he’s made me feel all of those, and excitement stirs in my core.
My car door swings open, and Mason holds out his hand in a very gentlemanly gesture. I tuck my keys in my purse then take him up on his offer. He moves not an inch, just stares at me, and the longer he does, the more I see in his eyes. The lust, the hunger, the desire, and it’s all from me. Wow. It’s so damn powerful, I fear my knees will go out.
“You’re fucking beautiful,” he says as he takes my lips, claiming ownership of them to do anything he wants. One moment we’re kissing by my car, the next he’s unlocking the door and pulling me into his home. Mason pushes my back against the solid wooden door all the while his lips and tongue continually devour me. I suck him in and allow my thoughts to drift away.
Mason grips my ass roughly, then I’m up in the air, my legs wrapping around his hips to help hold myself up. My dress moving up with the force. All the while my fingers find purchase in his gorgeous hair. I burn the feel of his hard body and fierce kisses in my memory banks, never wanting to forget this feeling of pure desire.
We move, but my eyes stay closed concentrating only on my body and his. Enjoying every moment of his assault and giving it my all.
He stops, and his hands leave my ass. I take that as the cue to put my legs down, so I do and look into his eyes. I was right. They glitter with want and need. That rush surges inside me.
“First, hard and fast. Gotta take the edge off.” Take the edge off? I can’t contemplate the words because he turns me to the couch and pushes my back down so my head is resting on the cushion and my belly is on the arm holding my ass up in the air.
I know I’m dripping and ready for him, but this is going way too fast. So fast it’ll be over before it starts, and I don’t want that, not yet at least.
“Mason, I…”
A zipper goes down then the sound of foil being torn. My dress is already bunched up and my underwear is ripped from my body. I let out a gasp. Hell, that was sexy, and the throb in my clit strengthens. Guess I’ll need to buy new underwear. I have to admit, if there were ever a reason for it, I’d want it to be this one.
“Gotta fuck you.” He gives me no notice and sinks his cock inside me so damn deep that I do in fact feel him in my throat, just like he said earlier. He’s so large and long, stretching me to the point of slight pain, but I love it and try to adjust wiggling my ass. I’m pretty positive I’ve never taken anyone this long before because he hits a tender spot inside of me that has never been woken up, having me groaning loud in pleasure and a slight twinge of pain. The sting goes away quickly though.
My core builds and pussy tightens around him as he stills inside of me. I’m not sure for what, but it’s as if he’s enjoying this one moment, the feel of me wrapped around him. I know I’m sure enjoying it even though I’m eager.
My clit throbs and begs for attention and release. “Mason, please.” Fast or not, I’m ready to explode, and I just need a bit more to put me over the edge.
The words snap him out of his head, and he moves. Boy, does he move. His fingers dig into my hips as I rock back meeting each of his thrusts, taking me closer and closer to the pivotal edge. Mason’s movements become so hard the couch skids on the floor with each one, and my body shakes roughly. It hurts so damn good. The only sounds in the room are my moans and the slap of flesh on flesh only turning me on more.
“Tighten that pussy for me.” He grunts.
I feel my core tightening just as he angles and hits my sweet spot. I implode.
“Fuck yeah. Scream my name, Aiden.” For some bizarre reason I do, just as I feel him twitch inside of me still thrusting like a mad man. The climax is hard, and the muscles in my abdomen clutch so tightly that a bit of pain is left in the wake. My legs tremble, and I’m thankful for the couch taking on my weight because I’m not sure I could hold myself at the moment.
He stills on top of me, and it hits me—we didn’t even make it to the bedroom. Nor did we take the time to get our clothes off. Never in my life has someone wanted me so badly that they fucked me with my clothes on because one more second was too long not to be inside of me.
That thought fills an aching hole inside that scares the shit out of me because I like it a hell of a lot.
Mason’s cock gives a jolt, and he slowly pulls out of me. Each nerve he touches gives me slight aftershocks and I wiggle my hips getting a bit of friction as I do.
Shit, do I leave? Grab my torn underwear and go? I mean, we had sex, that’s why I came here so it’s time to leave. There should be a manual or something about one-night stand etiquett
e or something. Maybe I need to Google that at some point. Not now of course, but it would have been nice.
That aching part of me that filled moments ago empties again as I rise and pull my skirt down over my ass. I look to my torn unwearable underwear, not being able to salvage them. It looks like commando it is.
“I’ll go,” I say, turning to look for my purse. I know I had it in my hand when we came in, but I can’t seem to find it. Shit.
A steel arm wraps around my waist as Mason’s heat hits my back, his mouth coming to my ear. “You’re not going anywhere. No where near done fucking you.”
The sexy promise is enough for my sated pussy to awaken again.
Chapter 4
Aiden
“Told you I needed to get the edge off. Now, it’s time to play.” Mason’s words are like melted butter, and I wonder what play will entail. Guess I’m not leaving after all, which is a relief I didn’t know I wanted. I smile at that thought because I’m not ready nor is my humming body.
He releases me, yet keeps my hand in his, looking sexy as all hell. His button-down shirt covers his groin area, and his cock tents it. I’m not sure how he can go again, but he’s definitely ready. Damn man has stamina. His suit is on and still perfect other than the middle. It’s so unbelievably sexy.
Mason pulls me to the door, locks it then sets some alarm panel next to the frame. I try to take in the room, but he hauls me so quickly I have trouble because it’s all a blur. Down a hall, up the stairs, and down another hall then through an open door.
My breath leaves my lungs as I take in his bedroom. Mahogany wood makes up the two dressers, tall cabinet wardrobe, two nightstands and an enormous bed. The bed has to be a custom design because I’ve never seen a bed this large before. The large posts on each of the four sides looks as though they’ve been carved by hand and utterly unique. The bedding is made of blacks and grays, looking so soft I could sleep for a year, yet masculine at the same time.
Two of the walls are a soft cream, while the other two are a grayish blue color. There’s some abstract art on the walls with the same colors in the room. I’m unable to make anything out of them, though. The overall appearance is outstanding and puts my slinky bedroom to shame.
Mason turns to me, getting right in my space. “Clothes off. On the bed.” He unbuttons his shirt quickly as I take in his words. I’m momentarily stunned by what he’s been hiding under that fabric. He’s cut. Abs and pecks all ready to be licked and touched. The kind you see in magazines but truly don’t think are real. They’re real for him and for me, for the night. Holy hell.
“Aiden,” he warns, and it sends prickles over my skin. Reaching to the hem of my dress, I pull it off with one swipe, tossing it to a nearby chair. I’m naked from the waist down thanks to his ripping off my panties and all. My top half is covered with a killer hot pink lace bra that pushes my girls up to full potential. I don’t have any trouble in the boob department, but the dress I had on needed a boost so I went with one of the best bras I have.
I watch as he lets his suit pants fall to the floor all the while kicking off his sleek black shoes and socks. His cock stands to attention, thumping against his abs as he moves, begging for me to touch it. When I make my way up to his eyes, they’re on me with a fire so bright I’m afraid I’m about to get burned in the most delicious of ways.
Reaching behind my back, I unhook my bra, but only let the straps fall down and use my arm to cover my breasts, the fabric meshed between them. Clad in only heels and my barely hanging on bra, I see the want in his eyes and it gives me a sense of womanly power. A sex appeal that I thought was dormant or maybe lost forever, but judging from the way he looks at me, it’s alive and well. It’s a hell of an ego rush.
“Drop the arm.” His voice echoes demandingly through the room. Ever so slowly I do so, letting the fabric fall to the floor. He sucks in a deep breath, and I love that I have such a sexy effect on him. A man like him, as attractive and controlled, could have anyone he wants, and I feed off the knowledge that he chose me. Let’s not forget, though, I chose him as well.
Mason charges toward me. A small part of me wants to cower because he looks as if he’s the bull, and I’m the red flag about to be torn to shreds. The other part of me is excited, aroused, and ready for whatever this man has in store. I go with the second and hold my ground.
He lifts me with ease and somehow manages to get my shoes off as they clatter to the hardwood floor.
Mason tosses me onto the bed like I weigh nothing, and I bounce twice before my back rests on the softness. Before I can say or do anything, his hard body is on top of mine, skin to skin, heat to heat. His cock rests just at the entrance of my pussy as I cradle his hips between my legs. He devours my mouth taking his time, leaving no part untouched. He gives special attention to my bottom lip pulling, sucking, and licking it.
Mason moves to my jaw then to my neck. My hips buck and pussy throbs.
“Got yourself a sweet spot.” He groans then licks from my collarbone up my neck to my ear. Arousal flares, and I don’t answer because his lips begin their assault on my neck. I say assault because each touch is all consuming, raw and real. I’ve never came just from my neck being kissed, but it is a strong possibility here. His lips are soft, yet his tongue is fierce. The combination only drives me higher and higher.
I rub my clit on his cock back and forth, just needing a small bit of friction to send me over. He moves, screwing up my plan because I’m no longer able to rock myself on him. My body is a live electrical wire and ready, yet he continues to take his time at my neck learning each little movement I make with each spot he touches.
It’s sexy as hell that he’s trying to learn my body and what makes me tick. I can’t remember the last time a man took that much time with me in one place, cherishing me. Because that’s what I feel right now, cherished, wanted, sexy. Like I’m everything that Mason needs in this moment, and the same goes for me.
His lips move down to my collarbone, chest, nipples where he spends a lot of time sucking each peak, then down my belly to the inside of my thigh and then to my pussy. Mason’s warmth covers me, sucking, nipping, licking. His tongue fully enters me, fucking me rough and hard while his thumb puts pressure on my clit.
“My tongue was made to fuck your pussy.”
I groan and arch my hips, not wanting to get away, yet the build is growing crazily and the urge to move overcomes me. He stabs his tongue in and out of me over and over stopping every few jabs to suck hard on my clit. I’m right there, right on the hill ready to crash over into oblivion.
Mason jerks his face away like he can tell my orgasm is right on the cusp. I yell out in frustration only to hear him chuckle. “Don’t stop,” I demand.
He doesn’t listen. Instead, Mason climbs up my body and kisses my lips. I taste myself on him, and something about that shoves my already on the edge body closer to the cliff. The taste of him and I mixed together is so toxic, I find myself sucking every bit of it from his mouth.
“Are you on the pill?” he asks, looking deep in my eyes. His penetrating gaze feels like he can look deep into my soul, which puts a bit of fear in me, but not enough to stop.
“Yes.” I’ve been on it for years because of horrible periods. The doctors took forever to find the right concoction because of the pain and finally found one that’s right for me. Not that I’d tell him all of that.
“I’m clean. I want you bareback.”
I know I’m clean. Am I really going to let this man come inside of me? That thought is both arousing and terrifying. Even the longest boyfriend I had, I made glove up each time. Feel, Aiden—just feel. The little devil on my shoulder is obviously winning tonight. My body tingles from top to toe in anticipation of being so close with this man—of feeling everything from him.
“Yes,” I moan, and he slides inside of me. He laces our fingers together on either side of my head. His thrusts aren’t rushed like before. No, they’re agonizingly slow and steady. I plead wi
th my eyes, but he doesn’t pick up the pace. Instead, he holds my hands and looks into my eyes all the while pumping his cock inside of me over and over.
My heart does some weird feeling thing, and I close my eyes trying to block him out. Trying to close off anything dealing with my heart. This is just sex. One night.
“Open them,” he orders, and my body instantly complies causing my heart to squeeze at his intensity. “Better.”
Mason continues what feels like forever in a torturously slow rhythm. Enough, but not quite keeping me right on the edge. My body hums with need and fire. I just need a small match so I can blow. Grinding my hips, I try to get there.
Sweat beads from Mason’s brow, and I realize his neck is strained. The veins bulging and thumping hard while his muscles are taught defining each one. This must be difficult for him, holding off, so why isn’t he putting himself over the edge. Why does he need to watch me?
“Harder,” I whisper.
His lips connect with mine while he gives me what I want, his hips moving like a machine. I burst to the limits. Air is sucked from my lungs. White lights explode behind my now closed eyelids, and I scream so damn loud I’m sure the neighbors can hear. He thrusts harder, and I feel his cock grow then twitch inside of me as his come fills me. He rests his forehead on mine as the last tremors come from his body, then his body falls against me pressing me hard into the bed.
Sweat covers both of us, and our heavy breathing is the only sound in the room. As the scents of both of us mingle along with the sex in the air, I breathe it in memorizing it, knowing that when I’m lying in bed with my vibrator, I’ll remember this exact moment.
That was either the sexiest thing I’ve ever been a part of, or the most terrifying. The connection between us was like nothing I’ve ever felt. So, the verdict is still out on how I should feel right now.
