Fighting with shaky muscles, I open my thighs for him but keep my legs tightly wrapped around his waist. With one aggressive thrust, Mason fills me, taking my breath away and forcing out a cough.
“Mason, you’re huge,” I squeak out, drawing my head back, feeling every groove and bump of him inside of me.
“You’re going to have to get used to it,” he demands.
His thrusts are slow at first, moving with the rhythm of my body. Like slow, deep waves, he rolls his hips in and out. Leaving me, then filling me once again.
I can tell he’s focusing on my most sensitive spot, angling his body so I’m constantly stimulated. The concentrated friction causes my climax to build.
“God, I hate that you’re so good at this,” I moan.
His dark laugh vibrates through me. “What? At fucking you?”
“Mm-hmm.”
My legs continue to tremble as my body chases that peak and, with barely a warning, it rolls over me.
“Yes, Bailey. That’s it.” He praises me once again just as I’m pushed over the edge. Trembling, throbbing, and unable to catch my breath, another groan escapes from the back of my throat.
Falling forward into him, my insides clench around his cock. I can hardly move my upper body outside of my tense fingernails digging into the misted skin of his back.
“My turn,” he says, picking up his pace.
His movements become frantic once again. Faster and harder he moves, riding my aftershocks with me while he reaches his peak. My spine continues to slam into the wall as he pushes deeper inside of me. I bring my hands up to his face, taking his lips into mine, so I can feel every part of him as he comes. Mason lets out a loud grunt, and with one last roll of his hips, his stiff body shrinks against me.
Our damp foreheads come together, both of us panting heavily.
Mason and I are both still shaking when he finally releases me to the ground. “That was fucking incredible,” I say with a smile on my face.
“Yes. Damn, I’ve wanted to do that for years, and now that I have, I can’t wait to do it again.”
“Same.” I laugh, walking to the bathroom to grab a towel. I wrap myself in it, feeling self-conscious about being naked around him.
He heads in after me, shutting the door behind him.
I just fucked my brother’s best friend.
I need another drink. Well, drinks are what got me into this situation to begin with, so maybe I need to lay off.
A few minutes later, Mason comes out of the bathroom and starts putting his clothes back on. Damn, he looks good without a shirt. His chiseled abs and small droplets of sweat that cover them. I’m already wet again just thinking about him and what we just did.
“This was nice.” He smiles at me while buckling his belt. “What time do you have to be back at the airport tomorrow?”
I glance at the time.Shit.It’s late. I have to report back to the airport early tomorrow morning. “Early,” I say, putting emphasis on the word.
“Alright then, I’m going to head to my room. Have a good night,” he declares before picking up the rest of his stuff.
“What? We’re not going to cuddle?” I say sarcastically.
He shoots me a side-eye. “No, I don’t cuddle. I really don’t like people in my space. Also, it’s super intimate and women always get the wrong idea.” He trails off, then stops. “I know what you’re going to say. That’s why you think I’m an insensitive prick, huh?”
He’s right. I was thinking about those things. And it makes me grateful that I am not one of those women who expects a relationship out of him. He would never let that happen, nor do I want it to happen.
“You are what you are.”
He gives me one more little smirk. “Good night, Bailey Weaver.”
“Good night.”
