Turning down the long gravel drive, I lean my head on Mason’s shoulder with our fingers clasped together. The sky is dark and the crickets chirping is mingling with the soft sound of the radio playing. Pulling up in front of the house, I’m surprised when Mason keeps driving toward the back of the property where the barn and the horses’ stable sit.
He parks in front of the wooden building. There are two lantern lights hanging on the front of the barn and the lights cast a soft glow in through the window.
“Will you come into the barn with me?”
My eyes find Mason’s and even in the muted lighting, I still see the look of want shining back at me.
Running the palm of my hand along the stubble lining his jaw, I tangle my fingers in his hair and pull him closer to me. As soon as our lips connect, Mason unleashes a groan from somewhere deep inside his throat. When his tongue meets mine, I do my best to fight off a moan of my own.
With his forehead pressed against mine, he breaks our connection. Feeling his heavy breath against my wet lips leaves me with desire pooling deep in my core.
“Is that a yes, baby?”
Nodding my agreeance, I wait as he opens the door and jogs around to help me out. Gently taking my hand, he guides me to the side door leading into the barn.
As soon as we enter, I look around, taking in the several hay bales stacked against the wall. The saddles are lined up along the opposite side.
“You don’t keep the horses in here at night?”
“No, they stay in the stables on the other side of the barn.” Mason says, pointing toward the back. “We store the hay in here with all their equipment.”
Grabbing onto his forearm, I lean in close as he pulls me along behind him.
“This way.” He grins, leading me to the stairs along the side of the building. “There’s actually a loft upstairs.”
I feel the butterflies take flight in my stomach. It’s been awhile since we’ve had a chance to be alone—no roommates or parents. Just the two of us.
As soon as we take the last step, my eyes widen as they take in the space. For being a loft above a barn, this is nice. It’s not big by any means, but the way it’s set up would be enough for one person to live on their own. A small kitchen area with a table sits off to the side. On the other side of the room is a full-size bed with a small dresser.
“Does anyone ever stay up here? It’s like a little apartment.”
“No, not right now anyway. During the week, Randy has some farm hands who help him. When one of our horses was pregnant, one of the guys, Casey, stayed here to keep an eye on her.”
“Wow, well, it’s really nice. It’s kind of cozy.”
“Mm, very cozy,” Mason hums, pulling me closer to him as he guides me backward until my legs hit the side of the bed.
Wrapping both of his hands around my waist, he runs his finger along the edge of my shirt. When I feel his fingertips against my skin, my body trembles with need.
“Lift your arms, Brea.”
The words come out as a command. I raise my arms in the air as he pulls the lacy tank over my head, leaving me standing in front of him in my silk bra.
I watch as he bites down on his lip, his eyes grazing over every inch of my chest appreciatively. I’m turned on from the heat in his stare alone.
His fingers find their place on my hips once again as he traces a line up my side and beneath the edge of my bra. My breath starts to stutter as my heart pounds. He’s slow in his inspection of my body, and each touch causes the need pulsating inside me to burn.
“You’re so breathtaking,” Mason murmurs just as his lips find mine, pulling me closer to him. I lose myself when our tongues connect. I’m grateful his arms are holding me tight or I’m certain my legs would buckle.
With my palms pressed against him, I appreciate the feel of his muscular chest as my fingers slide up and around his neck, working their way into his hair as our tongues twine together.
Before I know it, he’s gone as he takes a step back and kneels on the floor in front of me. My eyes follow him, heavy with want. Slipping his fingers into the waistband of my denim jeans, he quickly unbuttons them and slowly slides them down my hips.
“Sit,” he says. I do as I’m told as he yanks them the rest of the way off.
“Take off your bra and underwear.”
“You’re still dressed,” I mutter, wanting to see him. It’s not very often I get the delicious view of Mason without his shirt on.
“We’ll get there, baby. I want to focus on you first.”
“At least take off your shirt,” I beg as I squeeze my legs together, needing the friction to ease the ache.
His eyes track my movement, and his nostrils flare as he watches me fight my arousal. My teeth dig into my bottom lip as he slides his hand to the front of his button-up shirt. Shrugging the sleeves down his arms, he adds it to the pile of clothes before pulling the white cotton undershirt over his head.
I’ve seen Mason without his shirt, but never on display like this for only me. Tattoos cover every inch of his chest and upper arms. He was intentional about their placement, never wanting them to be visible with his clothes on.
“Now take off your bra and underwear, Brea.”
My body shudders as I force myself to stand on shaky legs. Reaching around, I unclasp my bra and let it slide down my arms, dropping it at my feet. Bending slightly, I slip off the matching silk underwear.
“Dear God,” he moans, stepping closer as if there is a magnet pulling him. His tongue traces a line along his bottom lip. I don’t even recognize the sound of my desperate whimper in my own ears.
Kneeling again before me, he grabs my hips and nudges me to sit on the edge of the bed.
“Lie back and open up for me, baby,” he whispers. Doing as he says, I let my legs fall open. I feel the embarrassment heat my face. I’ve never felt this vulnerable for anyone before.
“So perfect,” he mutters before his mouth is on me. Taking one long swipe of my clit, my back raises off the bed.
“Mason,” I groan, sliding my fingers through his hair, tugging on the strands. The move causes him to unleash another moan, which only spurs him on further. He’s like a starved man and I’m his feast. With each flick of his tongue, I feel my release rush to the surface.
He rubs the pad of his finger along the edge of my pussy up to my clit. With the combination of his heated breath and a light smack of his fingers, I am falling over the edge. His mouth is once again on me, drinking me in. His muffled groans vibrate against my sensitive skin, causing my body to shake with the aftershocks of my release.
He stands and I watch through heavy eyes as he unbuttons his pants and quickly discards them. Gripping his fist around his length, I am in awe as he uses his same fingers to spread the bead of pre-cum coating the head.
“I want you to fuck me,” I state matter-of-factly, ready for more. He’s made me wait long enough.
“Oh, baby, I fully plan to,” he brags, fucking his tight fist. “Are you ready?”
Opening my legs for him, I slide two fingers through my wet folds. My body quivers as his eyes follow my movement.
“I’m ready,” I rasp.
The hunger in his eyes staring back at me is unlike anything I’ve ever seen as he stalks toward me.
“Slide up the bed,” he says as he crawls up the bed. With his body angled over mine, he leans forward, pressing a soft kiss against my lips. He doesn’t stop there as he leaves a trail of kisses along my cheek and up toward my ear.
He leans forward, watching as he rubs the head of his cock against my wet heat. Easing his way in, my body trembles with each delicious inch. Mason clenches his teeth as his chest heaves, struggling to hold off his release.
“Fuck, you’re so tight,” he breathes. “Feels so good, baby.”
With my legs draped over his forearms, he pulls me so I’m closer to him. Raising my butt of the bed, he eases out of me and quickly forces his way back in.
He squeezes his eyes closed as he thrusts his hips into me. The sound of his heavy pants combined with our skin smacking fills the air around us.
“Reach down and rub your clit,” he breathes. His shoulders are wound tight as he fights to hold off his release. Running my hand along my stomach, my fingers ease down between us over the sensitive flesh. My fingers skate along my pussy lips as I rub my fingers around his aching cock with each thrust he makes.
“Shit, Brea,” he breathes, gritting his teeth. “I want you to come with me.”
I should tell him just watching the way his body reacts to me, to my touch, is enough to send me reeling, but I don’t. Instead, I do as I am told and rub my fingers against my swollen clit. The pressure against my tight bud causes my core to tighten. Mason unleashes a deep grunt and that’s all I need to send my release racing through me.
Mason drops my legs to his side as he leans forward pressing his chest slick with sweat against my own. With my thighs pressed tight against his hips, I wrap my arms around his neck and pull him closer to me. As soon as we’re a breath away, his mouth is once again on mine.
“You fit so perfectly around me, in my arms. It’s like you were made for me.”
His words come out hoarse and my heart beats out of control hearing him. Our chests heave as we both work to catch our breath and Mason rolls next to me.
“I could stay like this all night,” I hum, closing my eyes as my body settles in next to him.
“This does feel perfect,” he whispers. He tilts his head down toward me and presses as soft kiss against my forehead. “But we’re not done. Turn onto your stomach and slide down to the end of the bed.”
The look on my face must be one of surprise as he lets out a deep laugh.
Sitting up on my knees, I watch as Mason climbs out of the bed and pads his feet toward the foot of the bed. I do as he says and I follow him there.
“Turn around with your ass in the air and press your cheek against the bed.”
I feel my face heat and I’m thankful I can’t see him from this angle, although it would be sexy as hell to watch his perusal of my body.
“Mm, you look so fucking sexy like this.”
Running his hands along the inside of my thighs, he moves my legs so they are spread further apart as butterflies take flight in my stomach.
The warmth of his breath against my backside causes my legs to tense as he runs his rough hands up toward my ass. Spreading my ass cheeks apart, he lets out a small groan before his mouth is on me.
My body jolts as his tongue slides, sucking on the sensitive bud before working his way up, fucking me.
“Holy shit,” I moan, pressing my pussy against his face, riding him. This earns me a moan of my own.
He runs his tongue from my clit up toward my ass. The sensation new and unfamiliar, but feels so fucking good.
Raising up on my arms, I turn, looking over my shoulder. As soon as my eyes connect with Mason’s, I watch as he inserts his finger in his mouth, wetting it. He draws it out slowly, knowing my curiosity of what he plans to do gets the best of me.
Pressing in close again, he runs his tongue from my clit up toward my ass once again, causing my arms to shake. Adding his finger, he lightly draws a circle around my heat, teasing my opening. My chest constricts with every strangled breath.
As soon as his finger enters me, I feel my pussy tighten around him.
“So wet and tight,” he chokes out before adding a second finger.
As quick as he is there, he’s gone and my body aches from the loss. Trailing his wet fingers up toward my hole, spreading the wetness around my ass, he presses his finger against my puckered skin as I take a deep breath preparing for the intrusion.
“Do you like that?” he asks.
I’m unable to form words or think rationally with the way his fingers rub around the tight ring.
“Someday, Brea, I’m going to fuck this hole.” My body moves closer to him, as if reacting on its own.
“Is that what you want, baby? You want me to fuck you here?” he asks, running his tongue and finger against my ass. Every nerve ending comes alive from his touch, knowing it’s exactly what I want.
He trails his finger down toward my pussy before inserting two of his skilled fingers.
“Mm, I think that’s exactly what you want,” he says, kissing along my ass cheek.
Peering over my shoulder once again, I see him wrapping his hand around his length. His fingers wet with my arousal are glistening as he fucks his hand.
“Fuck me,” I moan, pushing back toward him as he takes a step closer, lining himself up. Gripping both of my ass cheeks, he holds me open as he enters me slowly, inch by delicious inch. My arms are shaking with need, unable to hold myself up anymore. Leaning forward, I press my face against the mattress of the bed. The change in the angle is forcing him in deeper with each thrust.
“Damn,” he moans as he starts chanting my name. His hands are firm on my hips with each hard slap of his skin against the back of my thighs.
“I’m close,” I moan. He slants his body over mine, gripping my waist. As soon as I feel his fingers rub along the tight bud of my clit, I’m catapulted into oblivion. Stars dance in front of me as I squeeze my eyes shut for one last thrust.
“I was right,” he groans, kissing a line down the spine of my back. “You are perfect for me.”