Page 69 of Fallen Hero

I momentarily lost his hand. When I got it back, this time under the spandex of my workout shorts, I couldn’t stop my gasp. No one had ever touched me there, not bare. Teenage groping and over-the-clothes fondling was as far as I’d gotten.

And Mason was no adolescent fumbling around to find the spot—he zeroed in with expert precision.

My fingers curled around his shoulders while his teased my center, before pushing in.

My breath rushed out in a mix of “oh my God,” which I verbalized, and “holy shit, this is so much better than a toy,” which I amazingly kept to myself.

“Goddamn, you’re fucking tight,” he growled against my throat, and pushed his finger deeper. “Grind down on that, Calli.”

With no other choice, my body obeyed, mindless in its pursuit of pleasure. His thumb engaged my clit, my eyes closed, and my orgasm inched closer.

“That’s it, baby, come for me.”

Was it possible to orgasm on command? Apparently the answer to that was a resounding yes.

Before the moan could escape, Mason pulled his face out of my neck and slammed his mouth on mine, swallowing my cry of ecstasy.

The tremors racking my body made it hard to keep my balance as my climax held me hostage. My inner muscles pulsed around Mason’s unyielding finger. It was too much—the heat chased by chills racing over my skin, his tongue, his thumb working miracles on my clit. It was unending euphoria, a tidal wave of relief and the sweetest high.

Mason tore his mouth off mine. Slowly, my eyes opened to find the green of his irises swallowed up by his pupils, a look I could only describe as carnal saturating his features. A feminine thrill washed over me.

He twisted his finger, setting off a wave of aftershocks as my orgasm waned.

“Fuck me, you’re gorgeous.”

His forehead lowered to mine, and together we slowed our breathing. Well, at least that was what I was doing. I felt like I’d been tossed into the zombie apocalypse with no warning and had just spent the last ten minutes running for my life.

Really, Calista, you couldn’t come up with a better analogy? Zombies?

Shut up, my brain isn’t functioning after that big ole orgasm from Wonder Mason.

Great, now I was conversing with myself.

“You good, baby?”

I sagged against Mason and gave him the God’s honest truth. “Oh yeah.”

That simple movement set off a chain reaction of events I wasn’t experienced enough to foresee. The first thing that happened was, I pressed against his rock-hard erection. The second was, his hand still down my pants twitched, causing my hips to chase the sensation. And third, Mason groaned. No, it wasn’t a groan, it was a raw, untamed rumble that sounded wild and erotic. Like a man on the verge of throwing his woman over his shoulder, this after he dragged his knuckles on the ground and brought a saber-toothed tiger back to the shelter he’d made.

Unfortunately, the next thing he did was pull his hand out of my pants. Obviously that meant I’d lost his magical finger, which pulled a sorrowful whimper out of me.

I searched his features for a sign of what I should do next.

“No.”

“No?” I repeated, but instead of a statement, mine was a question.

“Right now, I’m gonna walk out of here. Before I leave, so this doesn’t get twisted, I’m telling you straight, I’m this close”—he lifted his hand and showed me his thumb and pointer finger almost touching—“to snapping and begging you to let me get more than a finger inside your tight, wet-as-fuck pussy. But before that, I’d beg you to let me spread you out on the sparring mat and eat your cunt until everyone in this whole damn building knows how good I can make you feel and how hard you get off for me. The consequence of that is I’d have to kill two men I respect because no one but me gets to hear you. That’s mine and only mine.”

Boy, he doesn’t know how right he is.

“So, I’m going upstairs to jack off to the memory of your tight, wet-as-fuck cunt and pretend it’s not my hand getting me there.”

“I could help you with that?”

I wouldn’t’ve thought it possible for Mason’s eyes to get darker than they already were, but there, staring back at me, was proof they could.

“That already went further than it should’ve.”