Page 72 of Untroubled Heart

“That’s it, Callie,” Mason says, pulling back to spit over my clit. My body quivers and my breath trembles. “Fuck this greedy little pussy on my tongue.”

I press myself faster and harder against his face, earning a rough groan. Mason shifts onto his knees so he can reach for his cock. I see him squeeze the base, just as a bead of pre-cum leaks from the tip.

“Oh, Mason,” I sigh. “Oh god, I’m gonna come.”

He spits on me again, keeping me wet as his mouth brings me to the peak. I can’t last a moment longer before falling to the pillows and fighting for breath as my orgasm unleashes.

Mason places soothing kisses against my pulsing core, my body jolting with every touch. He doesn’t move from his place between my legs; he holds my waist firmly in his big, warm hands and lets me relax under his lips. After a few minutes of his dedicated attention, it has the opposite effect. My heart is back to pounding, the blood in my veins overheating, and my pussy clenches for more.

“Let me have a taste now,” I whisper.

Mason looks up at me, pressing a final kiss to my clit, and then on his hands and knees, he brings himself over my body.

“Open up,” he says, holding his fingers to my mouth.

“I meant of you.”

His jaw clenches and his chest heaves, but he doesn’t say or do anything more, so I open my mouth and slowly stick my tongue out.

Mason’s face looks like pleasure and pain, and he drags his fingers over my tongue, letting me taste the salty tang of my release.

“Good girl,” he says, then licks my tongue, stealing the taste right back.

“Mason.” My toes curl against the sheets. “If your mission is to make me completely ruined by you—” I push against his chest until his back falls to the mattress, and I throw a leg over his middle. “Then keep doing things like that.”

“Noted.” He smirks, then puts the same fingers into his mouth and sucks.

“Let’s see if you can handle it back.” I shift down his legs, kneeling between his thighs, and run my fingers down the centre of his abs, over the deep V pointing straight to his rock-hard cock.

“But I was ruined by you from the moment we met.”

“You can’t be sweet, and hot, and amazing in bed. It’s not fair to the rest of us.”

He throws an arm behind his head, propping himself up to watch me with a grin. “Feel free to put me in my place.”

I raise an eyebrow at him as I let my hand roam further, grazing my fingertips along his hard length.

Just that one simple touch has him closing his eyes as he blows out a shuddering breath.

“Ah, ah, eyes on me, Heartthrob.” Mason’s eyes fly open, his mouth dropping in greedy awe. “I want you to watch as I make a mess of your pretty cock.”

I lean down and swipe my tongue over his head, circling the barbell. Mason fists the sheets as he whimpers and watches me do it again.

“Mmmm, good boy,” I say, wrapping my hand around him and pumping slow from his base to his tip.

“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck,” he hisses.

I take my time, just as he did with me. Teasing over the sensitive areas and alternating between flicking my tongue over his piercing and kissing up and down his length.

“Tell me if anything hurts,” I say before I gently take him into my mouth.

Mason releases a long, gratifying moan as he sits up. His thighs tremble, as I ease down his length and back up slowly, circling his piercing before I take him deep again.

“Fuck, Callie,” he pants. “It’s so good.”

Wetness gathers between my legs, and I rub them together, seeking relief from the friction as I continue to take him in my mouth.

His moans and sighs only grow louder, bringing me to the brink of another release, so I bring my free hand between my legs, rubbing slow circles on my clit. I groan around his length as I get myself off, too.