Page 39 of Bruised

“One more,” I grit out. “P-Please… One more.”

Mason’s chuckle is low and dangerous as he withdraws his finger, and when his touch returns, it’s thicker, headier. Two fingers this time. As they sink inside, I feel my hole widen, struggling to take them in a split second’s worth of pain before the pain turns to pleasure, and I can’t take it anymore.

My hips jerk helplessly as my cock twitches and shoots all over Mason’s muscular thigh. All the while, he keeps his fingers inside, twisting them, prolonging my orgasm to toe-curling levels. When I finally stop shuddering and moaning, he slips his fingers out and strokes my hole softly on the outside.

“There you go. Felt good?”

“Mm-hmm.” I give a breathless sound of assent, turned into a gooey puddle of pleasure in his lap. I can barely think, let alone speak.

Mason pets my hair for a good long while, sliding his fingers through my messy locks. He scratches behind my ear, too, like he did in the kitchen, and it makes me feel weird. A good kind of weird. A weird that leaves me whimpering and aching for more.

“Good puppy,” he croons. “Well done.”

Well done? I have a hard time wrapping my brain around the words. I didn’t do anything except… except for coming. Is that what he means?

I lean into his hand, wanting more scratches, more praise, but he withdraws it soon and nudges my hip.

“Now sit up, puppy. It’s time for your treat.”

A little dizzy, I lift myself off his lap and crawl backward until my mouth is level with his cock. I moan as I take the head between my lips. Mason leans sideways so he can still stroke and stimulate my hole while I suck him off, and like that, it doesn’t take long until he grunts and bucks his hips, and his hot cum fills my mouth.

I keep suckling at his softening cock until he taps the small of my back.

“Come here, puppy.” He motions to his lap, and I climb over his hips, straddling him.

In this position, with him sitting upright and me seated in his lap, we’re close enough to kiss. I look at him through half-lidded eyes, feeling shy all of a sudden as my gaze flicks to his lips.

He doesn’t kiss me. Instead, he leans in and sucks at my neck. I gasp as he sucks harder than ever before, teeth sinking in, inviting pain alongside the pleasure. It goes on for ages. Just when I feel like he’ll never let me go, like he’s as obsessed with it as I am, he pulls away and looks proudly at the marks on my shoulder and neck.

“You look so pretty like this,” he says. “All marked and bruised for me.”

Those words, along with his hand at the back of my ear giving me scratches, make my cock twitch between my thighs. “So responsive. So eager.” His words echo in my ears, and I blush and look away.

Mason hooks his thumb in the band of my choker, keeping me close. “Think you can take three next time, puppy?”

I have a hard time registering what he’s saying, still feeling floaty and not quite like myself, but then it dawns on me.

Three. Three fingers. Then I’ll get his cock.

Like last night, he helps me get dressed, and as I step into my boxers, he lets me put a hand on his shoulder for balance. When I’m all done, he pets my hair with both hands for a while before he slides his palms to my cheeks and tilts my head up.

His expression is impossible to read, but I see a whisper of that softness in his eyes from yesterday. He opens his mouth, as if he’s about to speak, but then he closes it, and all he tells me before he sends me on my way is, “Sweet dreams, puppy.”

When I get back to Oliver’s room, I fall into a heavy sleep, thinking of the number three.

15. THREE

The next morning, Lane’s scent lingers on my sheets again. I sniff them as I let myself wake up slowly, reminiscing about last night.

We’re almost there now. I’ve been aching to fuck him ever since I first laid eyes on him, but good things come to those who wait. Besides, it’s been fun to prepare him for what’s to come. Instead of going straight for the prize, my anticipation has been stretched over several days.

The thing is, I’m not ready to get bored with him just yet. If I fuck him and lose interest like I usually do with my one-night stands, that’ll be it. I can control a lot of stuff, but I can’t control the whims of my desires.

If I get bored, it’s game over.

To be honest, I’m amazed Lane has kept my interest for this long. I suppose he’s a lot more interesting than my previous conquests… In fact, he’s a little too interesting.

I think about him a lot. All the time, pretty much. When I work out, when Tess calls me, when I have my shitty meetings with my parole officer, when I swim in the pool…