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“I can’t take any more. Too sensitive.” Reluctantly, she let go of his head. He straightened, taking the strain off her wobbly legs by way of pinning her to the wall. That pin of his needed some attention.
“You are so sexy. Your shape, your taste, those sounds you made when you came for me. I don’t want to stop. I could lick you all night.”
Just, wow. In her entire life, nobody’d said anything like that. Nor had anyone dragged her into an alley because they had to have herright then. Mason was a freaking sex god. And oh, was she ready to do some worshipping.
“It’s my turn.” She grabbed two handfuls of hard biceps and shoved. Sure, she only budged him because he let her. Her skirt dropped into place as she backed him to the opposite wall. The black lace panties chosen for his eyes, not for a dark laneway, slid to her ankles. She stepped out of them. A small price to pay for the hottest experience of her life. Worth it, even if they were the nicest pair she owned.
A low laugh bumped out of him when he hit the bricks. Again when she yanked the shirt from his jeans and fumbled with his belt, button and zipper. He didn’t lift a finger to help. Just leaned his sexy self against the wall and let her have at it. She couldn’t see him fully in the darkness, only lines and shadows. Still, his eyes were on her, she’d bet her entire lingerie drawer.
She hit bottom on his fly and shivered. In a matter of seconds his cock would be exposed. Hers to fondle, suck or plain old have her way with. She pushed the denim aside and ran her hand over his bulging briefs. Thank god for a decent-sized bulge. Not that she wanted a man who was freakishly large or anything. Significantly endowed and thoroughly stiff, that’s all. Stiffbeforeshe put in an hour’s work, for a change. She peeled back the jersey and wrapped her hand around him. Any woman who likes sex and has a shred of honesty knows that size does matter. Mason’s cock didn’t disappoint.
“Now I wish I could seeyoubetter.” She sank to her knees, working at the layers of clothing until he sprang free. She palmed him a few times and heard his breath catch. Good, the torture went both ways. She let her hand slide to the base. Steadied his cock as she consumed it in a long, slow glide. This was exactly what she’d been aching for—a mouthful of rock-solid, delicious man at her mercy. Mason fit the bill perfectly.
“Oh, fuck. Holy motherfucking Christ.” He groaned, then half-laughed. “I hope you’re not a devout churchgoer.”
She released him with a noisy pop. “Hell no.”
“Halle-fucking-lujah.” His fingers twined in her hair and he guided her back to his cock.
She smiled as she sucked him in. This was already the most fun she’d ever had on her knees. She took him deep, working him with her tongue, then eased off, maximizing the suction when she got to the tip. Judging by the free-flowing expletives above her, he was a fan of the technique.
As she started her descent again, Mason tightened his hold on her hair and thrust. His cock touched the back of her throat. A quick breath through her nose and the initial gag reflex passed. Using his hands and hips, he now controlled the rhythm and depth.
Her nose hit the hard flatness of his stomach, again and again. Asphalt and rubble stung her knees as she jerked forward, back, forward, back. He’d taken complete control. Moaning filled her ears. Hers. She’d never been more turned-on in her life.
“I’m gonna come.” He released her hair and tried pulling out.
No way, not yet. She wrapped her arms around his hips and grabbed his ass, keeping him deep. “Mmm hmmm.” Kind of hard to talk with a mouth full of cock. She urged him by sucking and licking. He got the message.
“Your mouth feels so damn good.” His fingers slid through her hair, cupped the back of her head. He thrust into her mouth again. “Oh fuck yeah…” His body tensed. His cock pulsed and a stream of warmth splashed the back of her throat.
She was no expert at swallowing but did her best. The rest she wiped away with her hand, as subtly as possible, onto her skirt. The salesgirl at H&M had given her a big spiel about patterned fabric being great for hiding spilled coffee and such. Hopefully it did the same for blowjob overflow.
Mason reached for her hands and helped her to her feet. Pulled her into his arms. Kissed her face. Stroked her hair. His erotic dominance melted into sexy, masculine tenderness that tugged at something inside her. God, she was already gonzo for him, and it had been what—an hour? There had to be a goofy, infatuated grin plastered all over her face. Good thing it was dark.
“I’m not in the habit of making comparisons, but that was the best head I’ve ever had.”
“Itwaspretty good, wasn’t it?”
Mason’s laugh bounced off the brick walls. “Try fucking amazing.” He laid a long, deep kiss on her lips, one that made her shivery all over again. “Let’s get out of here.”
“You keep saying that.”
He released her briefly while he got everything properly tucked away, then took hold of her hand. “The next stop will be a lot more comfortable.”
MASON
After checking the street for onlookers, Mason led Andie out of the alley. Half a dozen or so people sat out on the patio of a nearby café. None of them so much as glanced in their direction. Hard to believe nobody’d heard them, because they’d sure made plenty of noise. In hindsight, it’d been a pretty selfish move, though she’d clearly been on board from the get go. Still.
“Hey, hold up a sec.” He stopped under the first streetlight. He needed to look at her, take in every little detail. He’d messed her silky, smooth hair with his greedy hands. Her lips were red and swollen from kissing and sucking him off. Her knees were either bruised or dirty. Maybe both. All proof of his intensity and her eagerness. Damn, he had to get her to a bed, fast.
She shifted foot to foot. Tried to rearrange her hair one-handed. “I bet I’m a mess.”
“A little sexed-up looking, but beautiful.”
Her body relaxed and she smiled. Even blushed a little. She obviously had doubts about her appearance, and that was total bullshit. She was a fucking goddess. If anyone had told her otherwise, they were blind and stupid, and lucky for him, they were history. He had no intention of joining them.
“Where would you like to go?” He pulled her close and kissed her nose. She put her arms around his neck and it felt—right. Right enough to take her to his place, maybe for the night. “My house, yours, the back of my truck under the open sky…”
