Ex Games

He ignored her. And the second he played with the ends of the bow, giving the slightest little tug, Mason launched off the balcony and left his conversation without a word spoken.

There was the breaking point.

My mouth fell open as I watched him come, his patience visibly fading with every step he took toward me. I scrambled to my knees on the couch, every inch of my body lit on fire as I anticipated him – his touch, his skin, all that pent up lust and fury he’d been saving for up for me. I gasped and covered my shriek of a giggle when he finally came over and claimed me, grabbing me at the waist and throwing me easily over his broad shoulder. My hands clasped to my mouth as he marched me out of sight from the party, falling away only once he’d taken me into the furthermost cabana. Yanking the rope, he untied the curtains, letting them fall shut before tossing me onto the bed and climbing on top of me.

“I can’t wait anymore,” Mason growled, ripping the triangles of my bikini apart. He groaned when my breasts sprung free, kneading them in his hands for a hasty second before sucking my nipples into his mouth, swirling his tongue till they stiffened into peaks so tight it almost hurt. But I felt nothing but pleasure, curling my fingers against Mason’s muscled shoulders and raking them down the perfect V of his back, wordlessly begging him to give me more. Anything. I wanted his tongue, his breath, his fingers, his cock. I could feel it straining furiously against his trunks and all I wanted was to feel it ease inside me then plunge in with a force.

“I can’t wait either,” I panted as Mason pushed my bikini bottoms aside, sliding his fingers inside me. He cursed immediately.

“Fuck, baby, you’re so wet for me.” Mason tunneled his fingers inside me, watching my lips part wider and wider for him. “Christ, I can’t believe how fucking wet you are,” he muttered before clenching his jaw and groaning that he didn’t have a condom.

“In the robe,” I panted, a despaired sound escaping my chest when Mason lifted his weight from my body, getting off of me for the short second it took to snatch my cover-up from the ground. “Let me,” I breathed, grabbing it, my cheeks flushed as Mason watched me find the condom and tear the wrapper apart. By the time I was done, he had his cock out and resting heavy in his palm, looking hard as a rock and so fucking delectable I had to moan and reach to touch it. “Let me feel it, Mason, please.”

“I will,” he murmured hoarsely. “I need you to take everything off for me first, baby. Get naked for me.”

His eyes refused to break from their stare on me as I fully undressed for him, tearing my bikini off and writhing out of my bottoms as he rolled the rubber onto his shaft – over every thick, hard inch that had me desperately squeezing my breasts till Mason growled and lowered himself on top of me me, drawing the flat of his tongue over my tight nipple and teasing my wet pussy with the flared tip of his cock. It pulsed against me, sending a million little aches to my core and forcing every desperate, filthy plea of need to burst from my lips. They lit a fire behind Mason’s eyes.

“Tell me again, Taylor,” he rasped greedily. “Tell me how much you want my cock.”

“I need it.” Back arched, nails dug in his skin, I begged him. “I need you inside me,” I breathed achingly. Every second he made me wait turned my desire into pain and it made me wonder how the hell he could’ve waited so long when I couldn’t wait two seconds.

“Say it.”

“I need your cock,” I moaned, feverish, loving and hating the way he rumbled with delight over my anguished desperation. “I need it now. I – ” My jaw dropped as he pushed between my saturated folds. Clinging to his neck, shock held my mouth wide open. He had only inches of himself inside me and already, I felt spread apart, the throbbing head of his cock so much thicker than it looked, stretching me so perfectly around him I could hardly breathe. I made barely a sound when he finally thrust inside me, every inch of his steel spearing me and filling me to the hilt with gratification.

“Fuck!” The sharp growl expelled from his lips once he was fully inside me. “Jesus Christ, you feel so fucking good, Taylor,” Mason growled, moving swiftly but powerfully inside me, his every solid pump between my legs drawing a deep, throaty groan from his lips. I arched my back, grabbing handfuls of his ass. God, I was somewhere else now. Completely out of my mind with satisfaction. His touch, his sounds, his rhythmic rocking – everything turned the heat of my body up higher by the second. “Look at me, Taylor.” I obliged his command, feeling the sudden lock of two magnets when our eyes met. “Tell me how good my cock makes you feel.”

I shook my head as I moaned, barely able to get any words out. “Can’t…”

“You will. Tell me. Tell me how wet your pussy is for me, Taylor.”

I tangled my fingers in his hair, drunk off the sound of his ramming into me. “You can hear it,” I whispered.

“Mmm, I can and it’s like music to my fucking ears,” Mason rumbled against my lips as he crushed his kiss over my mouth. Every inch of his body was rock solid as he worked his pace up till he was slamming ferociously inside me, each stroke longer, more forceful than the last. The sound alone had me wild and I could feel myself squeezing around him, my insides tightening and threatening me with an orgasm unlike any I’d ever had in my life.

“Don’t stop, Mason,” I exhaled. “Please, don’t stop.”

He took those words as go harder and I didn’t object. I was just grateful for the intensity of his kiss because I needed something, anything to shut me up as Mason fucked me with abandon, tempting the ecstasy to spill from my lips. The blood was rushing so fast in my ears now that I could tune out any other sounds if I wanted to, and I did. I wasn’t sure what was happening around the pool and I didn’t want to know. I wanted to drown in the pleasure Mason drilled into me with such ferocity now that I was ready to explode

, too lost to pay any mind to what I subconsciously knew was an escalating problem outside. Stubbornly, I ignored it.

But then it forced itself upon me.

The sounds of muttering and jostling outside the cabana faded into my ears only seconds before it was too late and as the curtains ripped open, a sharp gasp ripped from the throat. I pushed Mason off of my body just as I heard a voice snarl, “What the fuck, Taylor!” I didn’t have to turn to know who it was but I did, covering myself with my hands as I found my eyes suddenly staring into the ones I hadn’t seen in months.

It was Aaron.

Chapter Eighteen

Wrapped in just my soaked robe, I trembled behind the wall of Mason’s body, my fury trampled by the shock of what Aaron looked like as Noah held him back. It hadn’t been that long since I’d seen him and yet I didn’t recognize this man. Not because of any physical changes – he still stood six feet tall with light brown hair, cut close and styled neatly. His face was still clean-shaven and he was still dressed in the usual blue button-down and jeans. But his chest was puffed all the way out, his face blood red and his eyes wild as he thrashed toward me.

“Let me fucking talk to her!” he balled his fists, having already chewed out Mason as the party cleared. I could barely make out what the hell he was saying in his rabid fury, but I knew he had to be as pissed as he was because he believed in his heart that I hadn’t and would never sleep with Mason. But then of course he walked in on us – naked, panting and undeniably together. “I can’t fucking believe this. I swear to God, I’m two seconds from losing my fucking mind so for Christ’s sake, just let me talk to her!”

“Calm down before I let you go anywhere near her,” Mason snarled, matching Aaron’s every side step in order to keep me shielded. “I mean it, Aaron, calm the fuck down.”

“What, you think I’m gonna hit her?” Aaron’s laugh was high-pitched and reedy, sounding almost unhinged. “If you think that you clearly don’t fucking know our relationship.”

“I did before you left her out of the goddamned blue, so maybe neither of us know you as well as we thought we did,” Mason bit back, still staring Aaron down as he reached behind his own back for my hand. I took it, letting him give me a comforting squeeze that told me everything would be okay. But it didn’t feel that way because all it took was Aaron looking down at our entwined hands for him to lose it again.