The Accidental Girlfriend

Every inch of me was ready for this. My dress rode up my thighs when I wrapped them around Mason’s waist, pulling him right down on top of me. He was all too happy to oblige.

We kissed, both of us running our hands over the other’s body. Mine explored his broad shoulders and strong back down to the hem of his shirt and under while he used one of his hands to steady himself and the other to probe at my thigh.

Together, we sat up. Mason stood and pulled his shirt over his head, revealing a sculpted body from his shoulders to his abs. I wanted to run my tongue along the lines of his muscles, to trace the frame of his abs to commit them to memory.

He pulled me up after him and reached behind me for the zipper to my dress. He slid it down slowly, his fingers trailing over my skin after. I shivered as he reached up and pulled the straps down over my arms, lowering it so it fell to the ground around my feet.

He smirked. A quick, sexy smirk that disappeared in a flash as he kissed me once again. This one was hotter, more desperate. It was a rush of lust and heat through my body as we collapsed together on the bed. It was messy and chaotic, the way he kissed me and ran his hands over my body in exploration.

It was hot and heavy and loaded, from the way he removed his pants to the way he positioned himself so that he could slip his hand between my legs to play with my clit.

I grabbed his neck on both sides and kissed him as his fingers toyed with me. They dipped in and out of my pussy, slicking through my wetness, making my hips buck as I silently pleaded with him for more. He rubbed and teased and played until I could almost taste the brink of my orgasm.

Then he did the asshole thing and pulled his hand away.

“Condom,” he said between kisses.

“Drawer.”

He got up and moved to the drawer, pulling it open and pulling out the box. “They’re out of date.”

I shot up to sitting. “What?”

Mason grinned. “Kidding.”

I leaned over and slapped his arm. “Don’t do that!”

“Why? Were you scared?”

“I happen to take sex seriously. Now shut up, put on that condom, and come over here.”

He burst out laughing, but he stripped off his boxers, pulled out a condom, and tore the packet open. I watched a little too intently as he rolled it from the tip of his hard cock down to the base.

Peering over, he smirked.

I shrugged. I wasn’t bothered at all. What was I supposed to watch? The TV?

A man putting a condom on was pretty damn sexy.

Mason Jackson doing it was orgasm-inducing.

I reached over and grabbed his hand, pulling him to me. He came easily, pushing me back down when he reached me. My hands ghosted over his body until they reached his neck, then it was my turn to position us.

I opened my legs, and Mason settled between them. His cock pressed against my clit, but he didn’t rush. No, he took his sweet-ass time kissing my lips and my jaw and my neck. He took his time running his hands all over my body while he did that, and I swear I was on the brink of screaming.

Finally, he moved.

He slid his hand down between us and, after running his fingers through my wetness, he positioned his cock and slowly pushed into me.

Warmth flushed through me. My body responded in an uncontrollable way, and I took a deep breath in as he stilled inside me.

That second was all he gave me. He took my mouth with his, this time vigorously moving his lips across mine as he dipped his tongue against the seam of my lips.

We moved together easily. It was like we’d done it a thousand times before—Mason’s thrusts were fast and ferocious, and I responded to him like it was second nature. I tilted my hips, and he went deeper. He fisted my hair, and I offered him my mouth. He dug his fingers into my skin, and I squeezed my legs around his waist.

It didn’t take long for my orgasm to it. It came in a wave of heat and sweat and pure pleasure that rippled through my body. I cried out into Mason’s mouth and clenched around him, my entire body going rigid.

He thrust into me, guiding me through it, and when I was almost done, he groaned out his own release. He buried himself deep inside me as he came, and he fisted my hair so tightly that my scalp stung.

Still, I held onto him, wrapped right around him. It was weirdly comfortable, but that was probably because I was desperately trying to catch my breath as I recovered from the pleasure he’d just given me.