A Little Bit Naughty (Moments in Maplesville)

by Rochon, Farrah

His pulse throbbed as she captured his right hand and tied another sash around his wrist. His arm was tugged upward as she tied the other end of the sash to the bedpost. She repeated it with his left hand.

  Moments later, Mason flinched as he felt her soft lips upon his chest. The loss of his sight heightened the awareness of his sense of touch. He felt her on every inch of his skin.

  She peppered him with delicate, silken kisses, trailing her tongue down the center of his chest, dragging the tip around his flat nipple before lightly flicking it across the distended nub. Mason hissed at her feather-light touch. He wanted more.

  She kissed her way down his stomach, her tongue swirling around his bellybutton before continuing its descent along the trail of hair that stretched from his navel to the erection that pulsed so hard it caused him physical pain.

  “Jada,” Mason moaned. He couldn’t think of anything to say but her name. Coherent thought had left him the minute her lips had fallen upon his skin.

  Her palm fisted around the base of his shaft and started a slow glide. She rubbed him up and down, increasing the pressure and speed.

  When Mason felt the first wet sensation of her tongue on him, he nearly lost it then and there. He ground the back of his head into the pillow, clenching his jaw tightly as Jada’s mouth covered his cock.

  He reached for her, but was held back by the constraints imprisoning his wrists. He was dying to run his fingers through her hair, to clamp onto the back of her head and direct her movements as she sucked him long and hard. He wanted to tear the sash from his eyes so he could see her head bobbing up and down, to see his erection being swallowed into her hot, skillful mouth. Not being able to see her, not being able to touch her, it was pure, sweet torture.

  Mason felt the intense throbbing that signaled an orgasm begin to build in his lower half. He clinched his fists, trying to hold off the inevitable.

  Until Jada went all the way down, taking all of him in her mouth, the tip of his cock hitting the back of her throat.

  He lost it.

  “Fuck!” Mason bit out, his hips bucking off the bed as he came in intense, hot spurts. And still she didn’t relent, continuing to suck him until he’d released everything he had inside her.

  He collapsed onto the bed, completely spent. The effort it took just to get air into his lungs was frightening. The woman damn near killed him.

  “That’s just the start,” he heard Jada whisper against his ear. “But I think you’ll need to lose the blindfold for what comes next.”

  Her hands went behind his head, releasing the sash. Her perfect breasts were just inches from his face, but before he could lunge forward to capture one with his mouth, she retreated. She reached back on the bed and brought another pillow forward, stuffing it underneath his head so that he sat up slightly.

  Mason had no idea what she was preparing to do, but his heart began to pound in anticipation. She leaned over the edge of the bed where he’d placed the travel bag and came up with the blue dildo she’d wielded the other day.

  “I seem to remember promising you a demonstration,” she said, languidly looping the hard plastic around her breasts.

  His stomach clenched as every muscle in his body tensed.

  Her smile as naughty as anything he’d ever seen before, she positioned herself between his legs, planting her feet on either side of his hips. Her knees slowly parted and she drew the tip of the dildo along her inner thighs, moving in unhurried circles.

  Mason’s breath came in hard pants as he watched her caress her skin with the toy. She swirled it up her stomach, to her breasts, teasing her nipples with the tip.

  Jada levered herself up on one elbow, shooting him a devilish smile as she inserted the thick blue rod into her mouth. She sucked several times, coating it.

  Mason knew what was coming next. His chest tightened as he waited for it.

  As he’d anticipated, Jada pulled the wet dildo from her mouth and drove it inside of her, plunging the sex toy deep. Mason clamped his teeth down on his bottom lip to stop himself from crying out.

  He looked on in excited, tortured fascination as Jada worked the dildo in and out, increasing the pace, her hips pumping with the motion, matching the thrust of her hands.

  The soft cries rising from her throat fueled his desire. Mason pulled at the restraints. He needed to touch her so bad he could hardly breathe.

  “Dammit, Jada. Untie me.”

  She didn’t answer him. Her head was thrust back, her body writhing as she plunged the dildo inside of her with fast, furious strokes with one hand while the other circled her clit. Her legs began to tremble and her back bowed off the bed as she cried out.

  Cum erupted from his cock, spurting over his stomach.

  Mason collapsed on the bed again, trying hard to catch his breath. He wasn’t sure if he even could, but if he died at this very moment, he would go with a smile on his face.

  ***

  Jada sat cross-legged on a mountain of fluffy bedding, sucking peanut butter from a spoon. “I thought you said you needed to go to your office today,” she said.

  Mason looked up from where he was sprawled across the center of her bed. “Do you really think I would leave this? Be real, woman.”

  “Good,” she said with a wink. “You shouldn’t be working on a Saturday anyway.”

  “Now that I think about it, I can’t remember the last time I took a Saturday off. I don’t drive out to the firm, but as soon as I’m done with breakfast at Mom’s, I’m in my home office all day and into the night.”

  “Mason, Mason, Mason. Always so responsible,” she teased.

  “I don’t know any other way to be.”

  Jada sobered. After a moment, she spoke. “You’ve shouldered a lot of responsibility for a very long time, haven’t you?”

  He shrugged. “I’m not complaining.”

  “You never do. For as long as I’ve known you, you’ve taken care of Kiera and your mother with very little complaint, and I know Kiera gave you a lot to complain about.”

  “Mainly because you were the one who would egg her on.”

  She grinned. “I was just trying to find ways to get under your skin. You were always so cool and calm. It was hard to get you riled up about anything.”

  “If you only knew… You didn’t have to do anything to get me riled up, if you know what I mean.” He wiggled his eyebrows and Jada doubled over with laughter. He dodged the pillow she threw at his head.

  “I still don’t believe you felt anything other than absolute disgust toward me back then. You just aren’t that good of an actor, Mason Coleman.”

  “Are you kidding me?” He laughed.

  Jada studied him as, still lying on his back, he grabbed the round throw pillow she’d pitched at him and tossed it up in the air.

  “I used to especially love it when you would come over to the house after a basketball game without bothering to change out of your cheerleading uniform. You don’t even want to know some of the things I imagined doing to you when I went into my room.” He lolled his head to the side and grinned at her. “Actually, you made a couple of those fantasies come true a little while ago.”

  Jada threw her head back, her peal of laughter echoing off the ceiling. “Consider it an olive branch to make up for the things I got your sister into when we were in high school. I know we caused you a lot of headaches.”

  “You weren’t too bad. If I was given the choice of which crowd I’d want Kiera to fall in with, it would have been you and Callie.”

  Jada put a hand to her chest. “My goodness. Who knew there was such a sweet guy living under all that starchiness?”

  “Am I really that bad?”

  “Yes,” she answered without hesitation. “But I think I may have exacerbated your unflattering side. Kiera always said that you only turned into that serious, mean guy around me.” She tilted her head to the side. “Why was that?”

  He stared at her for a long time, still tossing the pillow up in the air. Finally, he
set it aside and sat up in the bed.

  “It’s because I hated that you were with Eric. You could have chosen any other guy, and I would have at least been able to stomach it. But Eric Pearce?” He shook his head. “You were married to him for what, eleven years?”

  “Twelve.”

  He grunted, shaking his head again. “I just don’t know what you ever saw in him. He’s always been such an asshole.”

  “Yes, but he was a charismatic one.” A sad smile drew across her face. “I have to admit that I was blinded by the charm. Eric approached me the very first day I started at Maplesville High, and from that day forward I couldn’t see anybody but him.”

  “I would look at the two of you walking around school, and I just wanted to rip his throat out. Eric never deserved you.”

  “I know that now, but it took me a while to see it.” She swirled the spoon in the peanut butter, but found her appetite had suddenly fled. “It truly seemed as if I was living the fairytale every girl dreams about, until it all came crashing down. But the more I think about it, the more I realize that a part of me knew all along that Eric was being with other women. The signs were there for years, but I chose to ignore them because I didn’t want to mess up the illusion of being the perfect couple.”

  “Were you happy?” Mason asked, scooting over to sit beside her and lifting the jar out of her hand.

  “I thought I was,” she said. “But, you know what? I am now. Even though I live in this little apartment—”

  “Ridiculously tiny apartment,” he interjected around a mouthful of peanut butter.

  Jada stuck her tongue out at him. “Even though I’m living in this cozy apartment, and I’m barely scraping by some months, I’m more at peace now than I’ve been in a very long time.”

  “After putting up with Eric all that time, you deserve some peace.” He trailed a finger down her cheek. “I’m happy you found the peace you were looking for.”

  Jada caught his hand. “What about you?”

  “What about me?”

  “Can you really be at peace with the way you shoulder everyone’s problems, Mason? You spend so much time concerning yourself with what’s going on with your mother and Kiera, I don’t know how you have any time for yourself.”

  “Speaking of Kiera—”

  “We’re talking about you right now.” She poked his chest. “You need to steal some time away to do something just for you.”

  “Hmmm…” He scooped up more peanut butter and sucked the spoon. “Let’s see,” he said after a few moments. “I’ve spent the majority of my day making love to you. That should definitely count as doing something just for me.”

  “Okay, I guess that does.” She laughed.

  “Now, back to Kiera.”

  Jada rolled her eyes. “Mason.”

  “Something is going on with her, Jada, and I know you know what it is.”

  “What makes you think that?”

  “Because you, Callie and Kiera don’t know how not to share everything that’s going on in your lives.”

  “I haven’t told her that I’m sleeping with her big brother.”

  “Because you only started sleeping with her big brother a few hours ago.”

  She rolled her eyes again. “Fine,” she said with a sigh. “Kiera’s in a tiny bit of a financial bind, but it’s nothing she can’t handle. Do not butt in, Mason. That’s the last thing she wants, and I swear if you tell her I told you anything I’m going to deny it and then I’m going to run you over with my car.”

  “That’s a sign of affection from you, isn’t it?”

  Jada reach over and pinched his nipple.

  “Ouch, woman. Why are you so violent?”

  “I mean it, Mason. Let Kiera handle this on her own. You’ve taken care of her long enough. She can fight this battle herself.”

  He remained silent.

  “Mason,” Jada said, warning coloring her voice.

  “Fine.” He sighed. “I’ll stay out of it, even though it’s ridiculous of her not to come to me for help when she knows all she has to do is ask. Why suffer through unnecessary trouble?”

  “Because sometimes a person just has to do things for themselves. Deal with it.”

  This time he was the one to roll his eyes. Jada suddenly realized that as much as she’d enjoyed bickering with Mason over the years, it was a thousand times better when they bickered naked.

  Mason reached over to her bedside table and picked up her alarm clock/iPod dock.

  “Well, it doesn’t make sense for me to try to get any work done today. And, since I’ve been forbidden to look into what’s going on with my sister, I’ll need something else to do with the rest of my Saturday.”

  Jada couldn’t stop the naughty grin that etched across her lips. “What exactly did you have in mind?”

  He leaned over the side of the bed and pulled the travel bag onto the mattress. “I think we can find a few things to occupy our time.”

  Chapter Eight

  His legs crossed at the ankles atop his desk, Mason had just sat back in his office chair to look over a tax deduction app one of his colleagues had recommended for his clients, when the doorbell rang. Carrying the iPad with him, he continued scrolling as he made his way to the door.

  He opened the door without even looking up. “Yeah?”

  “Is that how you answer the door?”

  His head shot up, along with his pulse rate.

  “Hey there, beautiful,” he answered with a smile, moving out of the way so that Jada could enter. He hadn’t even realized how much he’d been waiting to see her until she appeared on his doorstep.

  “You do realize that to hear you calling me beautiful is nearly as unsettling as you calling me adorable, right?”

  “There’s no denying you’re beautiful,” he said as he closed the door behind her. “And adorable still applies.”

  Her timid smile and gradually reddening cheeks only proved his point.

  “Did Kiera decide to do that Seafood Festival in Lafayette?” she asked.

  Mason grinned at her change of subject.

  “Yes, she did,” he answered, setting the iPad on top of the nearby apothecary cabinet. He wrapped his arms around her and linked his hands at the small of her back. “Which means the house is empty. Which means that I’ll be taking a break from work.”

  He went for her mouth, but she jerked her head back.

  “Work? It’s Sunday.”

  “It’s also tax season, and I happen to be a tax attorney,” he reminder her, aiming for her lips again. But Jada side-stepped him, ducking out of reach of his lips.

  “I didn’t come here for what you obviously have in mind,” she said. “I came to kidnap you.”

  Mason arched a quizzical brow.

  “You may want to put on some old clothes,” she advised. “And tennis shoes, if you own a pair.”

  “I own tennis shoes.”

  “Then get them on.”

  “Can I know where we’re going first?”

  She scrunched her face up, as if she was thinking hard. “Hmm…do kidnappers usually tell their victims where they’re going?”

  “When the victim outweighs the kidnapper by sixty pounds? Yes.”

  “Fine,” she exasperated. “We’re going fishing. Yesterday you told me you haven’t been since your dad died.” She hunched her shoulders. “I was thinking that maybe it’s one of those things you can start doing that’s just for you.”

  Mason wasn’t even sure what to do with the emotion that clogged his throat. The fact that she’d even given thought to coming up with something he could do that was just for him was more than any other woman he’d been with had ever done.

  Last night, after making love for the fifth time in a twelve-hour span, Jada had cuddled against his back and asked him about the fire that would have likely killed him, his mother and his sister if he had not gotten up for a glass of water that faithful night. Recalling the fire eventually led to talk about his father, an
d he’d shared with her how much he used to love going fishing with him, and how he had not done so since his father passed away.

  Mason knew he didn’t have time to go fishing today. He was already behind after spending all day yesterday with her, though he’d cut his own tongue out before he voiced a single complaint about that. When he weighed the appeal of spending the day fishing with Jada—of doing anything with Jada—with being holed up in his home office all day reviewing spreadsheets, there really was no contest.

  Twenty minutes later, they were heading east toward Gauthier.

  “Where did you get the fishing equipment?” Mason asked, gesturing to the two rods sticking out the back window.

  “I borrowed them from Bradley Mitchell,” she said. “He owed me a favor after helping his daughter’s dance team with their routine. See, those old cheerleader skills are still coming in handy.”

  “What about the uniform?” Mason asked. “I can think of several ways that can come in handy.”

  She plucked him on the arm. Damn, she was adorable.

  She pulled off the highway onto a dirt road, and Mason suddenly realized where they were headed.

  “Ponderosa Pond,” he murmured. “Man, I haven’t been here in years.”

  Memories of the last time he was here instantly bombarded him, but instead of making him melancholy, all he could do was smile. He tried his best not to think about those days just before he lost his dad, but after sharing those stories with Jada last night, he realized they were some of the best times of his life.

  She parked underneath the overreaching branches of a huge oak tree, and they unloaded the rods and an aluminum pail from her car.

  “What about bait?” Mason asked.

  “Bait?”

  “The fish won’t just jump on the hook. We actually need to cajole them into getting on there. The usual method is bait.”

  Jada let out a sigh. “Okay, if you want to know the truth, this is my very first time fishing, and I am so grossed out by the idea that it’s taking everything I have within me not to throw up just thinking about it.”

  Mason chuckled, shaking his head. “Get in the car. We don’t have to do this.”