Frenemies

Like I had five minutes ago.

Look, I never claimed to think everything through.

Mason pulled back and grabbed my hand, dragging me behind him. I almost tripped halfway up the stairs, but I righted myself before I landed on my ass.

He swept me against him the second we stepped into his room. There was no fight in me as he kissed me deeply, running his hands over my upper body. Everything became a blur as we moved toward the bed and lowered ourselves onto it.

We both removed our shirts and tossed them to the floor. Mason leaned over me, pushing me to lie back, and covered my body with his. He slipped his legs between mine and slid his hands up my forearms, intertwining his fingers through mine, and pinning my hands to the bed.

He kissed me deeply, flicking his tongue against mine. He nibbled at my lower lip, sending shivers through my body as his hard cock pressed against my core. My legs ached to wrap around him, but before I could, he pulled back, dragging his lips down my neck in a hot pattern of open-mouthed kisses that sent goosebumps over my skin.

He reached my waistband and tucked his fingers into it, pulling my jeans over my hips and ass, then down over my legs until they were completely free.

A jolt of nerves ran through me, making my entire body tense. It’d been so long since he’d seen me like this, but he smiled like he knew and dropped his own jeans.

Any doubts I had about this moment shot out of the window the second I saw the outline of his cock fighting to break free from his boxers.

He ran his hands up my legs from my ankles to the very tops of my thighs. His thumbs brushed along the hem of my thong, precariously close to my clitoris. I shivered at the faint touch, and he was smiling as he kissed me.

It didn’t last long.

His kiss quickly became hungrier, deeper, needier. I responded in kind, and so did my body. Heat swept through me as my desire for Mason took hold, and I wrapped my legs around his waist. My fingers slipped through his hair and ran over his broad shoulders, and I savored every second we touched.

But it was too much. It’d been too long since this had happened with him.

At this moment, with Mason all but naked on top of me, kissing me like his life depended on it, six years felt like an entire lifetime.

I reached down his taut body and grabbed the waistband of his boxers, making it clear what I wanted.

I wanted him naked.

And I wanted him naked now.

“Take your damn clothes off,” I muttered against his lips.

“For someone who didn’t like me ten minutes ago, you’re awfully bossy right now.”

“Yeah, well, I like you right now, so shut up and do it.”

He laughed, pulling away from me. Scooting down the bed, he got to his feet and pulled down his underwear. He kicked them to the side and stalked around the bed to the nightstand where he pulled out a box of condoms.

I watched as he extracted one from the box and ripped the foil open, removing the condom from its packaging. He rolled it over his cock as he walked around the edge of the bed, and he kept his eyes on me the whole time.

I felt dangerously exposed, but all the intimacy of the eye contact did was turn me on even more. I squirmed under his gaze. He leaned forward and kissed me, then withdrew his lips as quickly as he’d planted them on me so he could pull off my thong.

He tossed them aside and looked down. Instinctively, I moved to close my legs, but he grabbed my knees and parted them before I could clamp them shut.

Mason’s hands moved up the inside of my thighs with ease, toward my exposed wetness. Unbothered by the shiver that wracked my body, he touched his thumb in the area of my clit and slowly explored until he found it. My gasp gave the game away, and he used my reaction to his advantage.

Slowly—torturously, almost—he circled my clit, rubbing it as I squirmed beneath his touch. I clawed at the sheets as he angled his hand and rubbed a finger along my pussy. He slipped it inside me, moving it in synchronicity with his thumb on my clit.

It was an explosion of sensations inside me. My skin was covered with goosebumps, and a thin sheen of sweat coated my chest and stomach. Mason pumped his fingers inside me expertly, curling them in just the right spot, almost pleading for me to orgasm all over them.

I almost did.

But he slowly pulled them out, making sure to give my clit one last, long rub.