The Price of Mason (Forbidden Men 10)

“Reese?” I said, stroking her damp hair out of her face.

She turned to look at me. “Not frigging fair,” she rasped unsteadily before she rolled onto her side, facing me, tucked up her knees toward her chest and then pillowed her hands under her cheek, where she basically passed out cold.

I winced. Whoops. Maybe even Reese needed to recharge every once in a while. Lying down next to her, I studied her face as she slept and I stroked her hair between my fingers. Grinning, I leaned in to kiss the center of her forehead. She was so damn special; my chest ached from how full she made me feel. Relaxing back beside her, I returned to my own pillow and continued watching her. Eventually, I fell asleep and napped with her, but not before realizing I was the luckiest damn bastard on the planet.

It was late morning, edging into afternoon when we woke again. My limbs were actually trembling I was so hungry, and Reese said she was starving as well. But when we made it into the kitchen, I barely took a sip of the orange juice she made me before I got distracted watching her walk around the kitchen in nothing but my shirt. Before I knew it, I had her stretched out on the table and was eating my breakfast straight from between her legs.

I was like a man possessed. But there was just no getting enough of Reese.

I called my mom to let her know I wouldn’t be coming home any time soon, and Reese let me borrow her calculus book so I could get a little homework done. But it was hard to do homework when your girl was sitting on the other end of the couch, naked, because we’d made a pact that I would keep my clothes off as long as she did too. And by hard, I mean, her foot kept grazing my cock, keeping it in a constant state of arousal.

When I couldn’t handle it any more, I caught her ankle, making her gasp from the sudden move, and I sent her a warning glance. “You’re asking for it, little girl.”

“Oooh,” she chanted, like a kid in school whose friend had just been called to the principal’s office. “What’re you gonna do about it? Tickle me back?”

“Oh, I’m going to tickle you all right,” I promised, grinning darkly as I pulled her along the couch toward me, making her slide onto her back so I could crawl over. Once I had her right where I wanted her and was hovering over her on my hands and knees with my fingers latched around her wrists, pinning her in place, I leaned down as if I might kiss her, only to pause and murmur, “Or maybe I won’t touch you at all.”

“Oh, God, no,” she groaned, heaving up her hips, trying to reach me. “That would be the ultimate torture.”

I smiled at her, feeling mischievous. “Well, now you have me curious. I wonder how far I can take you without laying a single finger on you.”

“What?” she shrieked, gaping up at me as if I’d lost my mind. “No. That sounds like a terrible idea. Let’s go back to that tickling suggestion you made? Yeah, maybe with your tongue…between my legs. Now that sounds like the perfect kind of retaliation.”

But my mind was made up. “Don’t move,” I said. “I gotta try this.”

Letting go of her wrists, I sat up and backed off until I’d returned to my side of the couch, not touching her at all but able to see everything. “Yes,” I said, grinning. “Perfect.”

She narrowed her eyes at me. “I don’t think it’s working.”

“Really?” I asked, gripping the base of my cock and stroking it slowly from base to tip, making precum well from the top. “It’s not working even a little, huh?”

Reese’s gaze dropped, and her eyes glazed as she licked her lips. “Not fair,” she uttered. “That’s cheating. You are too touching.”

“I said I wouldn’t touch you,” I argued, continuing to slowly pump myself.

“So does that mean I can touch myself too?”

Hmm. I thought about it, only to answer, “Maybe. But only when and where I tell you. And not yet.”

“Oh.” From her tone, that idea seemed to appeal. “Okay,” she agreed. “I’ll play along, because now you have me super intrigued.”

I nodded, completely agreeing. “Open your legs,” I started, tipping my chin toward her bent knees. “Show me what you’re hiding in there.”

“Okay.” Sounding suddenly shy, Reese bit her lip and slowly spread her knees farther apart.

“God, yes,” I groaned, stroking myself a little harder. “You are so gorgeous. I can’t decide what I want to do first to that pretty little pussy once I touch you. Lick it, stroke it, fuck it. I want all of it.”

Moaning, she arched her chest up and gripped the couch cushions under her. “Can I touch something yet?” she asked.

“No. I’m not done looking.”

“Mason.” Her voice was full of exasperation and need. It was fucking hot.

“I think I’ll lick it first,” I decided, making her whimper. “Then when you’re just about to start coming, I’m going to stop.”

“Bastard,” she rasped, scowling at me, even as her hips shifted wantonly, demanding I continue with my erotic word play.

“Then I’m going to lick my way up to your tits. Have I told you how much I love sucking on them? They always get so hard against my tongue. I think they like my attention.”