“I’m done,” I finally said, my throat tight, my chest weighed in shame as I thought about that one conversation – that one stupid, incomplete memory that had skewed my every future impression of Mason. My mouth opened and closed as I tried to find my apology but nothing came so I simply murmured, “I’m sorry.”
But with just two words, something shifted between us. The air was breathable now but my breath was ragged as I watched Mason slowly come down from his rage – at least enough to notice my wet, heaving breasts in just a lace bra before him. An ache pulsed between my thighs as I watched desire mix with fury on his face as he stared me down.
“I’m sorry,” I repeated. “I was wrong and I’m sure I was irrational,” I whispered, pushing my wet hair off my shoulders and meeting his eye. “But I don’t think I’m that hard to please.”
He lifted his eyes to me. “Is that right?” The huskiness of his voice prickled over my skin. I breathed out hard and with a lust I knew he heard because suddenly he moved in so close my breasts were just pressed against his hard body. “You asking me to try?” My lip quivered as he hooked a finger into my panties. “Say the word and I’ll give you every pleasure Aaron never came close to giving you. I’ll make your pussy wetter than it’s ever been in your life.”
My pulse was hammering, my breaths shaky as a result. But I forced myself to speak. “Do it.”
I’d barely answered before Mason crushed his mouth over mine, tearing down the cups of my bra and molding his hands over my breasts. He squeezed mercilessly as he swept his tongue through me, along every corner of my mouth, sparking blasts of heat throughout my shivering body. But as quickly as he kissed me, he pulled away, pinning his eyes to mine as he murmured, “Turn around for me.”
Breathless, I obliged, staring down the length of the bed as I felt Mason sink to a crouch behind me. As he unzipped my boots and peeled them off my legs, I felt his breath travel up my inner thighs. T
hat alone felt so good I could hardly stand. “Step out,” Mason murmured. Again, I did as I was told and heard my heavy heels set aside on the hardwood floor before Mason spoke again. “Bend over for me.”
My hands slid up the silk sheets as I bent over the bed, my mouth parting wider as I felt his fingers pull down my panties. I squeezed handfuls of sheets as I stepped out of my panties, feeling the air hit my most sensitive parts already throbbing with need. I was so exposed, so incredibly vulnerable and to a man I was sure I hated five minutes ago.
“You’re fucking perfect,” Mason murmured, his voice a mixture of filthy lust and pure awe. “You’re so fucking wet.”
I nodded eagerly, a desperate sound pleading from my lips. My fists pulsed around the silk as I waited for him, anticipation thrumming like flames under my skin – until slowly, slowly I felt the heat of Mason’s breath on my sex.
The first lick arched my back hard. “Oh God,” I moaned, pulling the sheets. I pulled sharper with the second lick – this one longer, wetter and more torturous than the last. “Please keep going, Mase, please don’t stop,” I begged breathlessly.
“I haven’t started,” he murmured against my pussy, his hands squeezing up the backs of my thighs, grabbing handfuls of my ass and spreading me further apart. My toes curled against the hardwood as he made me wait another second for his tongue. With a whimper, I writhed against the sheets. I could still feel his breath hot against me so I arched my back further for him, spreading my legs wider, silently begging him to lick me again.
The second I lost hope he squeezed my ass and plunged his tongue deep into my pussy.
“Mason!” I gasped, hugging silk to my breasts as he laved against me, greediness in his pace as he licked me, coaxing every drop of my arousal onto that wicked tongue. Holy fucking shit. I couldn’t believe the sensation surging my body as I lay on my stomach for Mason, giving him full control and letting him tunnel inside me so deep I could hardly breathe.
Lapping at me, Mason groaned. Filling the room was the filthy, wet sound of his tongue pleasuring me, unraveling me, making me feel as incredibly fucking good as he promised. I was in such a state of bliss I barely processed his strong arms moving my body, pushing me up the bed and kissing along my hipbones as he turned me over onto my back.
My eyes caught on his intense stare before my jaw dropped at the sight of his erection. It was snaked down one leg and pulsing thick against his jeans. But I got only a glimpse before Mason spread my legs and lifted them over his shoulders. Leaning forward between my legs, he wet his lips, taking me in from this new angle before pressing his tongue over my clit. I gasped as a shock of pleasure rippled through me.
“Tell me how good you feel,” Mason growled, licking slowly, gently as he waited to hear me.
“Please, Mase,” I writhed, thrusting my hips forward and arching my back in a hot desperation to feel his tongue again. “It feels too good. I can’t take it if you stop again.”
“Keep doing that,” he growled as I squeezed my breasts, watching me, drinking me in for another second before sliding his hands under my ass and lifting me up to his mouth. As his hot tongue rolled up and down the length of my pussy, I cried up to the ceiling, yanking the sheets clean off the bed. The moans that ripped from my throat made him groan against me, sending a delicious hum over my clit and straight to my core. It felt so good now I could barely take it anymore. I writhed on the bed, practically wrestling under Mason, making him fight against me. And with pleasure he did, rumbling against my pussy as he hugged my thighs against to shoulders, pinning me down with this tongue and sucking my clit till an orgasm erupted from the base of my spine. Still holding me tight, Mason absorbed my every shock and spasm. He growled with thick arousal once I was done, kneeling over me and groping my breast as he buried his mouth into my neck.
Closing my eyes, I reveled in the afterglow of the unbelievable pleasure he’d just shown me – with just his fucking tongue. It felt like I took forever as I lay there, recovering, processing. Holy fucking shit, I panted hard, realizing that I’d jut had my first orgasm since Aaron left me and it had come at the hands of his older brother.
Rather, his mouth – that smart fucking mouth that only ever gave me sarcasm and rudeness had just brought me to an orgasm so mind-numbingly good I could barely think.
Good God, Taylor…
I couldn’t handle the reality of what just happened or the fact that I didn’t regret one wet second of it, so I gave myself a break and let my mind drift into oblivion. For once, I wasn’t analyzing. I wasn’t even thinking anymore. But I did remember laughing softly as Mason eventually pulled the dry change of clothes over my limp body. Then without a single person noticing, we slipped out of the party.
Chapter Eleven
I knew before I opened my eyes the next morning that I was in Mason’s bed. It obviously wasn’t my own. For starters, I’d been sleeping on a couch for months, but that much aside, the sheets wrapped around me were just softer, thicker and plusher than anything I could afford. They screamed luxury, and I stayed wrapped in them a little longer, listening to the sound of Mason’s shower running in his bathroom. I took comfort in the soft rainfall – mostly because I couldn’t believe he was still here.
We didn’t have sex last night. Considering that, I half-expected that he’d go into work early and leave a note detailing how I should see myself out. I had actually woken in the night dreading the moment, especially since he was sleeping away from me on the bed, breathtakingly stretched out on his back with one arm up and the other resting over his abs. In my bleary half-sleep, I actually thought, “Imagine waking up to that,” and then realized I wouldn’t. At that point, I told myself to just see myself out, but my body was melting into his foam mattress and there was still heavenly sleep steeped in my bones. So I thought fuck it and decided to enjoy the best slumber of my life before dealing with my next episode of Mason-related fury in a few hours.
But when I finally stirred in the morning, it was because he’d rolled out of bed. Facing away from him, my eyes still closed, I waited to hear the metal clinking of watches and cufflinks – Mason dressing in a rush before walking out the door. But instead, I heard the simple sound of him breathing in deep as he sat at the edge of the bed, and then the ridiculously sexy sound of him letting that breath out. Turning off his alarm, he set his phone gingerly back on the nightstand, sliding it slowly, carefully onto the surface. Is he…? He was being quiet for me. It was a teeny tiny gesture but somehow it felt huge, and I couldn’t help grinning. My lips only curved wider as I heard him stretch, groan softly and then walk into his bathroom, shutting the door with the same soft touch that he’d rest his phone with.
When I finally did open my eyes, I scanned the nearby surfaces for a note, a sign of any sort that I was expected gone by the time he finished showering. None. I looked for my phone to text Sofia, but it was nowhere in sight so at that point, I let myself take in the impressive master bedroom of Mason Leo’s apartment. The room was soaked in sun and perfectly bright despite accents of mostly black and charcoal. Behind me was a tufted leather headboard I guessed was half the size of my studio, and surrounding me were three walls of floor-to-ceiling windows boasting views of blue sky behind the glittering Freedom Tower.
Seriously. Imagine waking up to this every morning, I thought again, fully awake this time.