Relentless (Mason Family 4)

“How do you do this?” I groan, lifting my hips again. “How do you just sit there and touch me and not die for me to touch you?”

“Because …” he says, placing a juice-coated finger into his mouth.

My jaw drops as I watch the finger pop free.

A fire burns deep in my belly so hot that I think the flames burst out of the top of my head.

“If you touch me,” he says, drifting the wet finger across my stomach, “I’ll come.”

“Hey!” I laugh, batting his hand away. The cool air makes the dampness on my skin obvious, and it’s just another thing I have to try to process at a moment when there are too many things to separate. “You’re just being mean now.”

“Am I?” He leans forward and wraps his mouth around one of my nipples.

My back arches, and my eyes fall closed. A moan worthy of a movie scene fills the room.

“Oliver …” I reach blindly for his cock but come up empty-handed. “Dammit, Oliver.”

He palms the breast he just mouthed with one hand and goes to work on the other. He licks, kisses, and puts pressure on the nipple with his teeth.

I yelp.

“I love watching you struggle not to fall apart.” He grabs my legs, and in one quick move, he’s between them. “Now you can come, my lady.”

“Oh, fuck.”

I ball the comforter up in my hands as he blows on my pussy. The steady stream of air against the swollen flesh is nearly enough to make me lose my mind.

“Watch me.” It’s an order, a statement requiring compliance. His tone gives no choice but for me to comply. “Don’t look away, or I’ll stop.”

His hands pin the back of my thighs in the air as he situates himself between them. My legs framing Oliver’s face is more erotic than any daydream I’ve ever had.

He sticks his tongue out and runs it up my slit.

“Oh, my gosh,” I moan, sucking in a hasty breath.

His eyes are dark, broody, as he grins. And then he does it again.

My legs shake as he parts me, stopping at my clit to service it. The intensity of his tongue against my most sensitive part has my eyes rolling in the back of my head.

Immediately, his tongue stops moving.

“Fuck,” I say, looking down at him with so much frustration that it’s hard not to kick him in the face.

“Watch.”

He lowers his face until I can only see his eyes. And then, in a moment I do not expect, he sucks my clit into his mouth.

“Dammit!” I all but scream, the intensity nearly painful.

Fire shoots through my body, curling and coalescing in my core. My legs shake uncontrollably.

He takes his hand off my right leg as I start to moan again. Just as I think the assault is starting to wane, he inserts one, then two fingers inside me.

“Oh, shit,” I say, the words coming out in a broken scatter of a sentence.

“Look at me!”

I try—I try so hard to watch him between my legs. But every time I begin to focus, the pressure of his fingers pumping inside me and his mouth sucking at my flesh makes my eyes close again.

This is wonderful—insanely, mind-numbingly wonderful. I lay in a heap on Oliver’s bed, clutching his blankets as if my life depends on it, and feel the fire burn through my veins.

It’s a flood, a broken damn of orgasmic bliss that ruptures through me. Colors shoot through my vision like a fireworks display on the Fourth of July. The top of my head is light as if it’s going to burst. The pit of my stomach is tight, clenched, as my body comes apart around this man’s mouth and fingers.

“Oliver!” I scream, the potency of an orgasm something I’d long forgotten—if I ever knew to begin with. “Oliver! Dammit!”

He pulls his face away, taking advantage of his position, and watches me struggle to come back to earth.

His fingers slow, each motion more deliberate yet more controlled. Gently, he milks every last drop of pleasure from my body.

I fall back to the mattress. Sweat streaks my skin. I’m completely and utterly spent. Mind. Blown.

So that is an orgasm. Holy shit.

“That,” Oliver says, sliding off the bed, “was worth every second of frustration you may have experienced tonight.”

“Just tonight?” I wince as the words make me dizzy. “I’ve been thinking about this since you kissed me.”

He leans over me, his face a few inches from mine. “I’ve been thinking about this since you hit me with your car.”

I grin sleepily. “I hit your car with my car. Get it right.”

He kisses me on the forehead. “Have you had enough?”

I lean up and kiss him, running my tongue around the inside of his mouth. He growls against my lips. The sound and vibrations send a shock through me again.