I erupt into loud laughter. I can’t help it. I start flexing my pecs and her hands shoot up covering her eyes.
“Oh my god, what are we doing?!”
“Having a pleasant Saturday. Now, if you’re done with the gun show, let’s get ready and go see some dead people.”
“Sounds dead on with what I was thinking.”
God, she’s so fucking cute.
Megan
We’re walking up the stairs to my front door after a long but fantastic day. Everything was perfect. Not that it was a date, but in my little fairytale head, it was the perfect date. I can’t remember the last time I enjoyed myself as much as I did with Mason today. But now that the sun’s set and night is luring in, I know it’s time to say good night.
I insert my key in the lock, and the latch releases, opening just a smidge to my house. I turn to say goodnight, not realizing he’s so close, I’m forced to raise my chin to meet his eyes. My heart does that girly little flippy thing at the way his stare penetrates down at me. He’s not just looking at me, he’s staring through me, to the deepest parts of my soul.
I want to invite him in. Beg him to do exactly what his eyes are silently telling me he wants to do. But I shouldn’t. I can’t. I’ve played on the wild side long enough. I need to stop whatever’s happening between us before it goes too far. It hasn’t already? Dammit. I need my heart to stop beating so rapidly.
Don’t do it.
His aura surrounds me, and my skin begins to heat.
What you’re doing is wrong.
His rugged attitude, those searing eyes. Anyone would mistake him for older. Maybe for just one night, I can forget he’s my student.
Say goodnight, Megan.
Goodnight. Yep. I can do this. Two simple words, then turn around, go inside, and fill your gigantic need with ice cream, reality TV, and your vibrating collection of toys.
Good.
Night.
Meg—
“So, would you like to come in for—”
His head dips as he swallows the rest of my invitation in a kiss. His full lips still taste like the funnel cake we shared. I can’t stop myself from leaning into him as he slowly yet hungrily devours me. This kiss, it’s unlike the others. It’s not wild or ravenous. It’s slower. Gentler. He kisses me as if he’s memorizing every part of me. This is where I should pull away. Send him home and ground myself. Rid myself of all the thoughts, urges, wrong feelings I’m starting to build for him. Why is my heart racing so fast? ’Cause you want this. Goddammit! I do want this. I’ve wanted him since the moment I spotted him in the bar. And that forbidden need to be with him hasn’t gone away.
I grab at his shirt and yank him into the house. I deepen our kiss as I walk us backwards toward my bedroom, both of us ripping at each other’s clothes. “What are you up for tonight, Mr. Blackwell?” I pull away, peering into his heated gaze. I bite on my lower lip to stop me from jumping him right then and there, and reach for my nightstand, but he stops me.
“No. Not tonight.” My mood plummets at his rejection. I’ve gone too far with him. I should have listened to my damn angel and sent him on his way. He probably thinks I’m some sort of fetish weirdo. Shame shatters my mood, and I retreat a step away from him.
“What just happened there?” he asks.
I’m too embarrassed to even make eye contact. “Nothing. Just…I shouldn’t have been so…you probably think I’m—”
“Beautiful?” he lowers his lips to mine. He kisses me, and it’s so damn gentle and sweet, I want to weep. Without breaking contact, he lifts me up and lays me on my bed, his large body covering mine. “Tonight, I just want you. I want to savor you. Every inch of your body. Gonna be the fight of my life to go slow with you, but I need to. I need to show you just how beautiful you are.” He lowers his mouth to my neck, leaving his print on my flesh, kiss by kiss, until his lips are wrapped around my breast. “You’re like a gift, and I need you to know just how much I want to treasure you.” His teeth graze my nipple. He doesn’t bite down as he normally would; instead, he lazily works his tongue in circular motions over my bud, working me into a slow frenzy.
“Mason…” His words, his skin against mine. This sudden security he offers me. I buckle under his touch when his teeth finally close around my nipple.
“So, it’s Mason now?” The vibrations of his deep chuckle bring my back off the mattress, whimpering from the overwhelming desire he’s building inside me.
My trembling hands work their way into his thick hair. “Mason, please…” I don’t know what I’m pleading for. He makes me want so many things, it scares me. He has me plunging deep into the thirsty sea of lust, drowning in everything he’s offering me. But the deeper I plummet into the abyss of our forbidden attraction, the heavier my emotions become, and I know it’s no longer just physical between us.
“Absolutely beautiful. You know that, right?” he whispers against my skin, dropping down to my ribcage, his tongue caressing my navel. “Your skin, so soft. The taste of you, Heaven on my tongue.” The warmth of his breath and his praise completely unravels me. My eyes flutter shut as his teeth graze down along my pelvis. “God, your body is buzzing as I touch you.” Spreading my legs apart, he presses his nose to my center. He opens me wide and licks between my folds. “I want to fuck you hard ‘til you beg for me, but I need to fuck you slow. I need to cherish you. Will you let me?” He lifts his head to capture my eyes. His intense stare sets fire to my core. He’s rendered me speechless, and I can only respond with a swift nod. His smile isn’t predatorial. It’s thankful. He’s thanking me for giving myself to him. He lowers his head, pressing sweet kisses to my inner thigh. Taking his time to work back up to my center, he licks my sex.
I’m not sure I can handle this new side of him. His intensity is almost too much. “Mason,” I whimper his name just as his tongue fills me. His strokes are measured, yet deep, sucking me until my legs begin to quiver. He knows he has me, yet he continues to relish in the slow build-up of my pending orgasm. He hasn’t attempted anything beyond his simple tongue lashing, and I’m just as worked up as I am when he’s taking me in the darkest of ways. “Mason, I’m gonna…” I warn him, because his slow assault is more intense than anything we’ve shared yet. My fingers curl into his hair, and my lips part on a silent moan as my orgasm brings me to an euphoric place unfamiliar to me.
He continues to stroke me, until my fingers release my death grip. He raises his head, and I start to sit up. “Where do you think you’re going?” he asks, crawling up my body, using his lips to heat every inch of skin he presses down on.
“Your turn,” I reply, but when I try sitting up farther, he pushes me down.
“I told you. Tonight, it’s about you.”
“Yeah, but—”
“This may never be anything more than what it is right now. You may wake up in the morning and regret what we’re doing, and that battle in your head may finally win out, convincing you we ain’t right together. So, tonight, I need to show you—prove to you, if just for tonight, how fucking important you’re becoming to me.” His head dips, and his lips are over mine, kissing me with the same slow intensity. He doesn’t force my lips open but waits for the invitation. He wants me to show him, admit that this, us, together…we’re a force. He wants me to surrender my doubts and allow him inside, not just the physical parts, but possibly the emotional parts too.
Fuck, fuck, fuck, what am I doing? So much of this is wrong, but I’ve never felt so right. He makes me feel so… wanted. I could be risking everything by going forward with this. Everything I’ve worked so hard for. And what if this is just a phase? For him or me? But what if I take a chance on someone who has never made me feel so cherished, needed, happy, fulfilled? What if?
What if I let him go? Could I live with the realization that something mediocre as age and status got in the way of being with someone who finally makes me feel so… perfect?
No. I can’t.
I can’t imagine push
ing Mason away and giving up this happiness he envelopes me in. Maybe risking it all is, in the end, giving me even more? It all hits me like a ton of bricks and my lips part. I’m giving him my answer by wrapping my arms around his neck and bringing his head closer. This time, he kisses me back with the ferocity of him I crave.
“Fuck, I want you. Not just your sexy body, but your mind. I wanna own your fucking soul.” He kisses me harder, his tongue dominating my mouth. I press my pulsating sex into him, in desperate need of a connection.
“Mason, fuck me. Please. I need you,” I beg.
His mouth rips from mine, his stare, a fire of passion. “I wanna fuck you bare. I’m clean. I haven’t been with anyone…not in a while.”
There’s a lot of carelessness in his request, and I should say no, but the thought of nothing standing between us sets a burn to my belly. “Okay. Yes.”
His eyes darken, and for a moment, I fear he’s changed his mind. His hand lifts, and he cups my face. “Fucking perfect. I don’t even know how to say it otherwise. You’re more than that. In every way.” He aligns himself between my legs, and I feel the tip of him at my entrance. I’m way past wet, and my arousal allows him to easily push inside me. No words describe how good he feels bare, filling every part of me. “Fuck, you feel so good.” He pulls out, the vein in his forehead protruding, and with a low moan, he drives back into me. He takes my mouth savagely and swallows my own cry of pleasure, his thick cock thrusting in and out.
“Oh, Mason.” I want to weep from the overwhelming need. My legs wrap around his hips, and I beg him to take me harder, faster. This slow torment is killing me. He brings his hand under my butt and flips us.
“I want you to ride me. Wanna see your face as you take me.”
My belly tightens at his request. He’s all man, his muscles like stone on full display and bulging. He grabs my hips and bounces me up and down his shaft. My hands press against his pecs, my fingers caressing the flower tattoo over his heart. Something dark flashes in his eyes, and he’s pushing my hand away, sitting forward. His mouth is at my shoulder and his fingers digging into my ass cheeks as he continues to pump in to me.
Reverberations of sex and moans fill the room, our bodies heated, crashing into one another. Sweat builds between us, and I’m not sure I’ll make it out of this one alive. My hands go back into his hair, and my fingers curl at how deep inside me he is in this position. I want to ride him harder and wilder, but his hand grips tighter into my skin, forcing me to slow down.
“Need to fuck you slow. Forever.”
“Mason, I can’t, it’s too much,” I plead.
“Let me be yours. I’ll take care of you.”
I shake my head violently. “We can’t.”
His grip only hardens, and he drives up into me. “We can. There’s nothing stopping us.”
“There is. My job. Your age, we can’t—ahhh,” I moan as his teeth bite at my shoulder.
“Fuck that. You’re mine. You want this. I can’t let you go now. Let me in. We’ll figure it out.”
“Mason,” I pant his name, my hips grinding over his cock, my mind spinning.
“That’s right. Say my name. The name of the man who’s gonna own you. Fuckin’ ride me.” His hands are ruthless, slamming my ass into him, fucking me so deep, I can no longer think straight. I grind into him, my hand reaching for his face and cupping his cheeks while my mouth covers his. I kiss him hard and wild. “What’s it gonna be baby?”
“Yes,” I breathe, and he loses it. He flips us, and my back hits the mattress. He starts pounding into me, a hand at my pussy, rubbing hard at my clit. My vision begins to blacken as vibrations shoot down to my toes and I bite down on my tongue as my orgasm detonates and sends me over the edge of euphoria. With one last low growl from Mason, I feel the warmth of him explode inside me.
“Jesus Christ,” he grunts, falling to his back and tucking me close to his chest. “I get you to agree we’re good only for you to nearly kill me.”
I laugh and slap him on his bare chest. “Blackmailing me into the orgasm of the century isn’t technically agreeing.”
He kisses the top of my head. “Can’t take it back now. Plus, there’s a lot more where that came from.”
I lay my head on his chest, and his fingers thread their way into my hair. I’m listening to the beating of his heart and he suddenly becomes rigid underneath me when my fingers trail over the flower tattoo. “What’s the story behind this one?” I ask. The flower is stunning. But wrapped around it are sharp, nasty thorns. It’s beautiful, yet so angry. His hand, for the second time, stops my fingers from touching it. I raise my head. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean—”
“Don’t apologize. It’s just nothing I want to talk about.”
I nod and rest my head back on his chest. “All right. Maybe, tell me something about you? Where’d you grow up? What kinda things were you into? I feel like you know what a geek I was, and I barely know anything about you.”
He presses his lips to the top of my head again. “You know my cock has a fondness for ya.” I slap him hard this time. “Ouch, okay. Fine, you win,” he laughs. “I don’t have a very pretty story like yours, unfortunately. Jumped around a lot. Landed here.”
“Way to keep it to the basics, Casanova,” I joke. “You’ve gotta give me more than that. Why’d you pick St. Augustine? Are you from New Orleans? When’s your birthday?”
His body tenses. “What’s this, an interrogation or some shit?” he asks, missing a bit of the lightheartedness in his tone.
I raise my head to face him. “Of course not. I just wanted to get to know you. If we’re gonna…you know, it’s fine—”
“Shit, I’m sorry. I just have a past I don’t like talking about, that’s all.”
His statement drips with sadness and makes me frown like a huge jerk. He doesn’t have to tell me details for me to figure out he had a hard childhood. He doesn’t dress like the rest of the bleeding rich college kids, not that I mind. His roguish bad boy attire is totally hot. Now I feel like an even bigger jerk for bragging about my fancy upbringing, loving parents, and adventures, when he probably had none of those things. “No, I’m the one who’s sorry. I shouldn’t have pushed.”
He cradles me in his arms, adjusting us so we’re laying on our sides. “I’ve lived in New Orleans my whole life. Moved around a lot so can’t call any certain town our home. My parents died when I was eleven, my sister nine. She’s here, so I followed her here to be close to her.” He dips down, pressing his lips to mine for a short, sweet kiss. “And I got the tattoo to impress a girl who didn’t wait around long enough to be impressed.”
We stare at one another, until I lift myself up, push him onto his back, and straddle him. “I’m sorry to hear about your parents,” I start, leaning low to press my lips to his. I kiss him and pull back. “I’m sorry you had to move around a lot and didn’t have a place to call home.” I repeat my actions. He lets me. “And I’m sorry a girl broke your heart.” This time, he locks his hand behind my head, keeping me in place as his lips fuse to mine. He then takes all control, kissing me, his tongue working its way into my mouth.
A hoarse squeal falls from my mouth as his hand reaches back and swipes along my bare butt cheek. My body jolts, thrusting forward. He bites my bottom lip and grabs at both sides of my ass. “Don’t ever apologize for that shit.” He grinds his hardening dick into me. “My misjudgments ain’t any reason for you to say sorry.” Another thrust, and his dick becomes slick from my building arousal.
“I just thought—”
“Don’t need your sympathy. Need you for you. Need you to just understand.” He thrusts up, and I adjust him so he’s able to easily slide inside me. I rock back and forth, losing myself in the sensation of how great he feels filling me.
“I understand,” I moan, back and forth, back and forth. I release his mouth and sit forward so I can watch his eyes darken as I ride him.
“Fuck, you’re beautiful like this. Riding my coc
k.”
And he has no idea how breathtaking he is. Watching him as our bodies connect, me taking all of him, riding him. There are no words to explain just how insanely, crazy, perfect this moment is. I moan loudly when he pinches my nipple and follow it up with a low purr when he starts working my clit in a circular motion.
How fucked up is this?
How fucking awesome is this?
“This is crazy. We’re crazy,” I breathe, riding him faster.
“Fuckin’ crazy for you.” He throws his hips up, thrusting deeper inside me. I wince, almost pained at how big, and deep he is, but his hand squeezing my butt to the point he’ll leave marks detours the pain into ultimate pleasure.
“This can’t end well. We’re gonna get caught.”
“Then we deal with it. Ain’t losin’ you ’cause of some stupid rules bullshit.” His grip slides forward, squeezing my hips and starts working me up and down on his cock. “You agreed. We’re in this now.” Up and down, hard and fast. “You’re mine. Your beautiful fucking cunt and mind are mine.” That does it for me. My inner walls threaten to choke his dick to death as my orgasm reaches a whole new level of ecstasy. My fingernails dig into his pecks, holding on for dear life as I threaten to pass out and float away. He takes no pity on me and flips me and continues to ram into me until I feel him grow in girth and explode inside me.
Once we manage to catch our breath, he lifts himself and presses a kiss to the middle of my breastbone, and I sigh in complete contentment. I’m sated, and my eyes are half closed. “I’m never gonna be able to convince myself you’re a bad idea if we keep doing stuff like that.”
He falls to my side, his head snuggling into the crook of my neck. “Then stop fighting it. Stop creating this rulebook for us to follow. Just be us.”
“I know. I’m just scared.”
His lips press to my neck. “There’re bad people out there. People who thrive to destroy. But I won’t let that happen. I’ve got you. Hulk smash anyone who gets between us.”
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