Ex Games

Fucked up.

That was what this was. Not what just happened at the pool with Aaron – what was happening right now on the balcony of Mason and my suite. I was supposed to be wretched. I was supposed to be in tears, torn up over the fact that I’d just seen my ex-fiancé, that his words had been everything from hateful to wounded as he lashed out at me for moving on from him the way that I did.

But I wasn’t any of that.

My breaths were ragged as I closed my eyes, white-knuckling the railing of the balcony. This is fucked up, I told myself as I absorbed every furious thrust behind me with a guiltless, lip-smacking pleasure. Instead of feeling heartbroken, filled with grief, I was in ecstasy, filled with the brutal heat and deep pleasure of Mason’s cock piercing inside me. There was still some anger, some fire trickling in from our spat at the pool but we gladly put that energy to use. His hand encompassing my throat, Mason held me exactly where and how he wanted me, his free hand groping my breast, squeezing me hard as he slammed in and out of my soaked pussy. He was strong, merciless – easily shattering my idea of what good, hard sex was. Whatever notion I had before was a pitiful joke compared to the complete possession I felt with Mason. He was a natural, effortlessly dominant in the way his hands slid all over my body, positioning me swiftly to his liking. And whatever was good for him I was sure was better for me because I’d never felt this storm brewing inside me before. I’d already come once, my breasts shaking in his hands as he pumped pleasure inside me. I’d already experienced my best orgasm yet but Mason was still going, convincing me that he had more for me – that the best was yet to come.

And I believed him.

“This is all I want, Taylor.” His sharp whisper cut through the silent night. Sliding his hand from my throat to my jaw, he hooked his fingers against my lip. “This mouth is the only fucking mouth I want. I want it first thing in the morning. I want it to be the last thing I taste at night. I don’t want to hear it say any other man’s name, do you hear me?” he panted in my ear.

“Yes,” I breathed eagerly. “Only yours.”

With a groan, he dropped his hand so both squeezed my breasts, giving himself leverage to fuck me with a carnal rage from behind. “And these tits,” he grunted fiercely, his long fingers wrapping tight around me, massaging firmly till I gave him a moan. “These fucking beautiful tits are mine.”

“You can have anything, just don’t stop,” I begged from the pit of my throat. His lips spread in a grin against the back of my neck as he reached around to my front.

“I won’t.” That velvet reassurance smoothed over my skin as he played gently with my clit. “Not till I hear you come again.” His fingers tangled in my hair, Mason stroked my swollen pearl, all the while keeping the rhythm of his measured thrusts inside me. “I don’t ever want to stop.” God, it was the best thing I could possibly hear. I gasped for breath as he held me still and took over completely. I wasn’t used to relinquishing all control but with Mason, I reveled in it – in the sound that came with his cock driving balls-deep inside me with every stroke. “Come for me, Taylor,” he demanded, his fist pulsing gently around my hair. “I need to hear you come for me.”

I whimpered, the tension building with a surging force in my core. “Let me look at you when I come,” I whispered, gasping when Mason withdrew from inside me, leaving me with a painful emptiness I’d have never asked for if I knew how it felt. It was barely a second as he carried me from the balcony to the bed but in my mind, it was an eternity and I was already begging desperately for him once my back hit the mattress. But as his exquisite body hovered above me, I forgot the void and realized this was worth it – watching those abs ripple, those eyes blaze into mine as his cock nudged against my pussy and entered me again. I fisted the sheets as I moaned, our eyes locked in the same trance as we rocked against each other, the passion between us like a humid air I could taste.

Slick and sliding against each other, our bodies clenched and begged for release. But the euphoria was so unreal we both refused to let it go. Our pleasure was at capacity and now I could finally understand what Mason said before – about being stretched to his limit without breaking. Because I felt it now. We were ready to come but like masochists, we held out, prolonging the final gratification. My nails dug into his skin as the thrust of his hips grew shorter, tighter – each taut push between my legs joined by a grunt between his gnashed teeth.

“Do you feel what you fucking do to me?” Mason hissed against my neck as his cock swelled harder inside me. “You’re going to make me come harder than I ever have in my life, Taylor. You drive me fucking crazy.” Slow and steady before, his tempo quickened again, his strokes precise, his hot breaths knifing through the air. I was in sensory overload as he kissed my breasts and licked them as if they were his last meal. When I finally came, the sound of my cry brought him with me. The room filled with the roar of his pleasure as a vicious orgasm shook through every inch of his incredible body.

When he collapsed on top of me, I stroked his cheek. I felt the throbbing of his cock still heavy and half-hard between my legs. I relished the awe mixed with content in his eyes, and every hot breath from his mouth that brushed against my swollen lips. Under the strength of his weight, I lay in bliss, in my own private paradise as I simply watched him watch me.

There was no need for answers tonight.

I had questions for Mason before we left for St. Lucia, and I promised myself I’d dare to get them when we came back but I didn’t need them anymore. I hadn’t been certain of anything in a long time, but securely wrapped in Mason’s arms, the air dancing with all the words we didn’t have to say, I was certain. I had lost control and fallen hard, but it didn’t matter.

Because he had done just the same.

Chapter Nineteen

If there was any doubt about what I’d felt last night, it was vanquished in the morning because while the wedding was still on, Mason was ready to go. Standing among the bags we’d barely unpacked, I tried to slow him down and let him think.

“But what about your mom?” I asked gently, thinking about how Clara would not only lose her younger son but know forever that his last interaction with Mason had been downright awful. Freshly showered, his towel loosely knotted over his hips, Mason sank to a seat at the edge of the bed.

“I don’t know,” he sighed. “I’ll have to tell her he made his choice.”

“He was doubting himself last night. You saw that.”

“I did.” Mason lifted his gaze to me. “But if calling the wedding off takes you saying you’ll take him back, I don’t care to see it happen anymore. I know you wouldn’t actually go back to him. I know you want nothing to do with him anymore. But if you say those words, he’ll hold them against you and harass you for… I don’t know how long, but long enough to continue being a part of your life, and that’s not fair to you. You deserve to move on from him and just live again.”

“Mason.” Appreciation welled in my chest as I stood before him at the bed, letting him pull me in by the backs of my thighs. “I obviously want that, and trust me, I don’t want to stay here any longer myself. I was ready to go the second I laid eyes on Aaron last night. But I also don’t want you to go home and feel like you didn’t do enough to try and save your family for your mom.” I smoothed my thumbs over his hollow cheeks as I held his face. “To some degree, I know her pain. I know what it feels like to lose something precious and then pin all your hopes and dreams on one person. And Aaron is clearly the wrong person for anyone to depend on but your mother deserves him. He’s her son. She carried him for nine months and raised him for eighteen years. Losing him after all the time honestly sounds worse to me than – ” I cut off. Twelve weeks.

Just shy of it, actually. But there was no need to finish that sentence because I didn’t want to talk about my past anymore, and Mason knew exactly what I was going to say. Bringing me to my favorite position on his lap, he wrapped my arms around his strong neck and held me against his bare chest. Over the soft T-shirt I’d worn to bed, he kissed me – pressing his lips gently between my breasts, along the tops of them then finally, against the heart-shaped valley between collarbones. Then he looked in my eyes and like yesterday, I could read the words in his heart. All three of them. God, just say it, Mason, I thought before promptly changing my mind. No, don’t say it. I didn’t know what to feel, how I would react if he did. It was too fast for those words and I was more likely to be struck by lightning than hear them from Mason Leo, but I sensed them so clearly it felt like I could trace them with my fingers if I wanted.

To my disappointment and relief, they didn’t manifest in his lips.

“We’ll give it one more shot,” Mason concluded. Then his mouth curled in a smirk. “Might as well considering the 4AM craziness they sent us.”

“True.”

It had been comical, almost. Despite our exhaustion in bed last night, Mason and I had gone for round two. It was unplanned. We were sweaty and sticky so we jumped in the shower and though it started with just my lips wrapped around his cock, it ended with Mason lifting my feet off the ground, wrapping my legs around his narrow hips and pounding me so hard against the marble tile I couldn’t think about how loudly I was screaming his name. It simply wasn’t a priority.

And maybe there had been a knock at the door. Maybe I hadn’t heard it but I had a feeling Aaron had at some point dropped by, because shortly after we emerged from the shower, there were texts in our phone – from Aaron and Eva, respectively. I didn’t ask to read the message Mason received, but I hoped it wasn’t anywhere near as dramatic as mine.