I run both of my hands along his bare chest, eventually wrapping them around him. “Yes.”
“And what did you think about while you played with yourself?”
“Well, that’s a secret.”
“It won’t be for very long because I’m going to give you something to think about. Now, take me to your bedroom.”
“Yes, please.” I let out an airy response while my insides hum with anticipation. Suddenly, both of his arms reach around me, lifting me up by my ass. Our mouths come back together. I thread my fingers through his hair while he carries me to the bedroom.
Mason lowers me down on the bed first, then proceeds to tear his shirt off from the back and tosses it on the floor. I stay focused on his every movement, only breaking to lift my shirt over my head.
He’s standing at the foot of the bed while my clothing starts to pile on the carpet by my feet. His lungs visibly rise and fall.
Lifting myself up, I am eye level with his waist.
“Take off my belt,” he gently commands.
Staring up at him through my desperate eyes, I bring my hands to the loops on his pants. The burn that is growing between my legs only intensifies when I hear the sounds of his belt coming off. Once the black leather hangs free, I lie back down on the bed.
He slips his pants off one leg at a time but not before bending down to grab the small square wrapper from his pocket. I watch as he rolls the condom over his red and pulsating cock. My mouth waters, thinking about what he tastes like.
Within no time, he’s crawling on top of me. My legs instinctively fall open, letting him shift his body between them. Mason hovers over me fully naked, but I still have my panties on, which now are soaked.
“These need to come off,” he says, hooking his thumbs through either side of my undies and gliding them down my legs.
I catch my breath, now being fully exposed and vulnerable to him—a man who I’ve hated for years. Who I’m about to give myself to once again.
Mason briefly stills above me. The heat from his intense gaze branding my existence. “You are ridiculously beautiful.” His eyebrows lower as his face softens.
The moment those words leave his lips, my heart free falls through my chest, forcing me to smile up at him. “Thank you.”
He really is smooth. Clearly, a talent.
Caging me under his wide arms and shoulders, he grabs my leg, bending it at my knee, and then pushes it up toward my chest. Before he enters me, Mason leans down, bringing his lips to mine. I nod my head as our mouths stay connected, giving him the okay, but he doesn’t react fast enough, so I nibble on his bottom lip, nudging him so he can relieve me from the ache between my legs.
He must have gotten the hint, because all of a sudden, he thrusts into me. The force causes me to arch my back as it lifts me off the bed. My head falls back. “Mason,” I cry out.
“That’s right, B. You can take it,” he mutters into my sensitive skin. He starts off slow, letting me get used to his size again, but then rapidly picks up speed. “You take me so well.”
He lets out a low grunt.
My face is tucked into the crook of his neck while my pulse races. My body trembles so viciously that I can hardly keep my arm linked around the back of his neck. Mason slides in and out, each time sending a bolt of energy from my stomach, stinging all the way up to the back of my skull.
Oh, my god, he feels incredible.
He still has me locked between both of his arms while his hands are on either side of my head, gripping my hair.
My tremors grow more aggressive as his speed intensifies. Mason slips one hand down between us, his fingers finding my bundle of nerves that are on the verge of a complete explosion.
“You feel so good, Bailey. I don’t know how much longer I can last.” His lips trace down my neck to my collarbone, leaving wet kisses in their wake.
“Don’t stop,” I beg. My voice cracks with desperation. In response, he bites the hollow of my chest, forcing me to cry out once again in pleasure. “Oh, my god. I’m about to come,” I say.
A second later, Mason lets out a guttural groan from the back of his throat. It vibrates through my core. His thrusts evolve into a frantic rhythm, chasing his climax while my insides clench around him, trying to squeeze every drop from him. His fingers leave my clit as he tries to brace himself on the bed. My hips roll up, attempting to get deeper while my nails dig into his back, stabling myself from the intensity of it all.
“Mason,” I hum just as a pulsating chain travels the span of my spine. I feel his entire body stiffen as we’re both pushed over the edge at the same time.
Mason collapses on top of me, and the weight of him settles me into the mattress. His arms shake, and for a brief moment, I’m not sure if the vibrations are from him or me. The pounding of his heart echoes in my chest like thunder through a hollow tree. My muscles are fatigued as I take the space under him. My insides throb with the aftershocks that immobilize us both.
