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I forgot to want him naked when he enclosed my right nipple in his mouth, sucking at it hard and strong. “That’s so not fair.”
“Nothing here is fair, sweetheart.” He let my nipple go long enough to say but went right back to teasing with his tongue once he’d spoken.
“Please,” I whispered, not wanting to ask for, because I wanted it all. I didn’t want him to stop, but I also wanted to feel that part of him throbbing between us inside of me. “I need you.”
“You need me to what, Lacy?” he asked, letting my nipple go to tease a trail of kisses up to my ear. “You need me to fuck you? To make you mine and only mine?”
“Yes. All of that, please.”
I saw how his nostrils flared and knew he was the one trying to make a decision now. The wall or the bed? Which would it be?
Anticipation coursed through veins already throbbing with desire while I waited, watching him. Dark brown eyes came back up to mine, that animal loose again inside of him. As I looked at that animal, I almost felt fear, but not fear of him. It was fear of the response inside of me, a drive to let something loose that I didn’t know I even had.
“I’m all yours, Mason.” I stood there and waited, my fingers aching to touch him, but holding back, waiting for something.
“Not yet you aren’t. But you will be,” he said, making my heart race with excitement.
I waited while he undressed, slowly taking his time to fold up each item of clothing. It wasn’t meant to be a sensual tease, but I’d never really watched a man undress before. This was new to me, and my heart skipped a beat with each new item that came off. I looked at him when he was naked, taking in just how magnificent he was. I’d spotted tattoos on his back but didn’t get a good look at them. Maybe later, for now, it didn’t matter. This inked and muscled man had one part that drew me more than the rest.
Long, thick, and hard, Mason’s erection stood at attention, waiting for my touch, begging for my lips. Now, that’s something I’ve definitely never wanted before, but looking at that part of him awakened some hunger in me that I could not resist.
I walked over to him until my flat stomach pressed into the rigid flesh and my hand circled around him. I began to stroke, watching his stoic face as he stared back down at me, with eyes that were now unreadable. He watched me, impassive, so I waited until I felt a shiver go through him. I might be inexperienced, but I knew instinctively what to do.
“Lacy,” he sighed my name as he shivered, his hand coming up over mine.
That’s when I dropped to my knees and took him in my mouth.
“Fuck, Lacy, that’s not what I wanted. But don’t fucking stop. Not yet.”
The words he said thrilled me, but it was the smell of him, the taste of him, the sensation of him on my tongue that made me want to grind into something. Namely him.
I flattened my tongue to lick at the head of his cock, before I opened my lips wide to let him slide into my mouth. I knew some men couldn’t control themselves, from my one and only experience-and conversations with friends-but even though Mason gasped my name I knew he was still in control.
He was still in control as he started to slide deeper into my mouth, he was still the one in control when he thrust deeper, into the back of my throat. I nearly gagged but didn’t back away. I wanted to learn to please him, to let him finish there, if that’s what he wanted. And, in a way, I wanted to make him lose control, I wanted to make that stranglehold grasp he had on himself to slip away so that I would be the one with the power. I glanced at the foil packet in his hand, wondering if we’d get to use it.
“You get one more minute, but only one, Lacy. Then I’m going to stop fucking your mouth. That’s not where I want to come right now, even if it does feel fucking good.”
I pulled back, until he was in my hand, no longer in my mouth, and was about to go back down on him again when Mason growled and pulled me up from the floor. He quickly took the condom out of the packet, put it on, then looked at me. The decision of whether he was going to fuck me against the wall, or the bed, had been made. It was three steps to the bed, one to the wall.
I gasped in pleased surprised when he slipped deep inside of me the second my back hit the wall, my legs already around his waist.
Holding me up with sure hands, Mason thrust deeper into me, giving me every single inch he had to give until I cried out his name.
“Mine,” Mason ground out against my neck as he thrust his hips against me, pulling out quickly only to pound right back into me again, over and over until I felt some new response, something that felt familiar, yet different quiver to life inside of me.
I dug my nails into his shoulder blades, biting at his neck when the pressure of him against my clit as he thrust into me made the tiny button bloom into sudden life. I waited, breath held, wanting that bloom to turn into a bright spark again, ready for that brush of him inside of me against just the right spot, feeling how he did just that with each second that passed.
“Fuck,” I heard him groan helplessly and that was the final spark that lit my fuse.
Mason claimed me as he fucked me there against the red wall, but I gave myself to him willingly as pleasure burst into a rainbow of colored sensations that coursed through me. I bit deeper into his shoulder, crying out my pleasure as he held me, fucked me, took every part of me to make me his.
I came apart over and over again as his lips moved to mine, only to pull away to trail down my neck where he bit down, his teeth a deep pressure against my skin while his hips continued to nail me to the wall.
“Lacy, I can’t stop, baby. I can’t,” he moaned as I felt him pulse inside of me. I clung to him, my body still in spasm around his length, feeling one last jolt of pleasure jolt through me as he thrust deep inside of me one last time.
I was aware that he carried me to the bed, but too dazed to speak. I sank into the soft mattress, sprawling on the comforter without a single care in the world.
