Chapter 12
Mason
My heart felt as if it was going to pound right out of my chest. I leaned my forehead against hers and licked my lips. I could taste her. She was staring up at me, and I was barely able to keep my hormones under control. I wanted her. I wanted her pushed up against the wall in the very public alley.
She closed her eyes and then looked at my lips. I waited to see if she would kiss me again. When she didn’t, I moved closer, just a fraction, and softly pressed my lips to hers. I gently bit her bottom lip and then sucked it into my mouth. I heard her gasp and used the pressure of my mouth to open hers. My tongue swept in and did a slow dance with hers.
Her hand moved to my chest and pushed me away.
“I’m sorry,” I muttered, but I wasn’t. I wasn’t sorry in the least. She was the one who had kissed me—again.
“We’re on the street,” she whispered.
I chuckled. “Technically, we’re in the alley.”
“We should go,” she said.
“I live very close. We can go there.”
“No,” she said firmly.
“Okay. Sorry,” I said, feeling like a complete fool. Of course she didn’t want to go back to my place. That had been stupid.
I was standing very close to her. Her hand was still on my chest. I reached up and covered her hand with mine.
“Mason?”
I looked her into the eyes, waiting for her to ask her question. She licked her lips and then gave a slow, nearly imperceptible nod of her head. I gulped and fought back the urge to ask her if she was serious.
I kissed her instead. It didn’t take long for things to heat up once again in the alley.
“Lara, do you want to go to my place?” I asked, despite dreading what she might respond, but I couldn’t push her.
“Yes.”
I didn’t ask her again. I took her hand in mine and led her into the street. We were both walking a lot faster than when we had started our little stroll.
“Here,” I told her, nodding to the doorman holding open the door but not stopping to make small talk.
We made it to the elevator. The moment the doors slid shut, I was on her. My mouth ravished hers while my hands slid up her sides and to her breasts. I was already hard and wanting. The ding of the elevator snapped me out of my haze of lust long enough for me to practically drag her down the corridor to my front door. I felt like a caveman, but I didn’t care. With shaking hands, I managed to get the door unlocked and open.
I pushed inside, dragging her with me before pulling her out of the way and kicking the door shut. I was pulling her top off within seconds. Her hands fumbled with my zipper. I pushed them out of the way and yanked the zipper down myself.
Within seconds, my hands were back on her, pushing her skirt down. I was so thankful for elastic waists at that moment. She stood there in a hot pink thong that was making me hornier than I had thought possible. My hands went to her back and unhooked her bra. Her breasts spilled out, and I was there to catch them in my hands.
“Mason,” she moaned as my mouth closed over one taut nipple.
I stepped away and yanked my shirt off. I couldn’t wait to fuck her. I was desperate with need. Her hand snaked out and grabbed my dick, wrapping her fingers around it and squeezing.
I jerked forward, my mouth clamping down on her nipple, eliciting a small shout from her.
“Bedroom,” I grunted, pulling away from Lara while grabbing her hand and leading her into my room.
Finally, my bed was in sight. I pushed her back onto it. She willingly laid down, her hand moving over her stomach and to her breasts. I took a moment to stare at her nearly nude body and felt like the luckiest man in the world.
“God, you’re beautiful,” I whispered before climbing onto the bed beside her. My mouth closed over her nipple again as my hand spread out over her flat belly.
She had a tiny waist, but she wasn’t overly skinny. Her hips were full, and her breasts were luscious. I ran my hand between her legs and pressed the heel of my hand against her pussy. The tiny scrap of fabric she wore as underwear was hot and moist. Her hips rose up and pushed her wetness against my hand.
Her hand moved back to my cock. She gently rubbed down the length of my swollen dick and then grasped me. She started to stroke up and down, slowly at first. I pushed my heel against her pussy harder, and she ground herself against me, rubbing me faster.
I moved the scrap of fabric out of the way and gently rubbed my fingers over her lips. I used one finger to spread her before sliding another finger between her slick folds. She was soaked. I pushed one finger in just past my fingernail. I felt her legs spread wider, her pussy opening for me. I slid the finger in deeper, relishing in the feel of her hot, wet passage.
Fuck me, she was hot.
“Lara,” I groaned.
Her body was arched, and she spread her legs wider. I couldn’t believe it when I felt it happening, but I wasn’t going to ask questions. I kissed her hard and shoved in another finger, pushing in and out of her pussy and rubbing the pad of my thumb over her sensitive nub. I pressed in a circle and swallowed her scream when her orgasm tore through her.
I plunged my tongue into her mouth, sucking and biting her tongue as her body jerked and spasmed. When her back was flat on the bed again, I rose over her, my mouth never leaving hers. I wanted so much more from her, but at that moment, I needed to fuck her. I needed to fuck her more than I needed the air I was breathing.
I looked down at her before slowly sliding inside.
“Fuck me,” I mumbled. “Fuck me, you’re so wet, Lara.”
I pushed in a little farther and felt her wiggle a fraction underneath me.
“Are you okay?” I asked her.
“Uh-huh. You’re big. I don’t remember you being this big.” She moaned as I pushed my hips down and into her soft body.
“Am I hurting you?”
“No. I like it. Go deeper.” She breathed out.
I obliged with one hard thrust. She jerked upward, and I could feel her growing wet again.
“My god,” I said through clenched teeth.
I was barely able to hold back my orgasm. There was no way I would let this be over so fast, though. I wasn’t a teenage boy anymore. I had some staying power. I was going to fuck her until she came again and again. I wanted her body limp by the time I was done. I wanted to fuck her for hours.
I rose to my elbows and lowered my mouth to her breasts. She had a lovely set of tits. I pulled one nipple into my mouth and sucked and then used my teeth to nibble. A low moan in her throat drew my attention up. I covered her mouth with my own and began to move in and out of her. Her nails raked over my back, down to my butt where she squeezed and pulled me in deeper.
Her sweet, sweet pussy was squeezing me and pulling me in every time I pulled out. I needed to get deeper. I pulled away from her and lifted her legs, putting her ankles on my shoulders while I got on my knees. Using my hands on her hips to pull her body up and onto my thighs, I pushed in higher. She moaned at the deep penetration.
I fucked her hard and fast, pushing in and out slowly and steadily at first and then with frantic urgency. I could feel her body winding up. I slowed my pace and put my thumb on that sweet, sensitive nub and began to rub.
“Mason!”
I kept rubbing while moving in and out of her. Her head thrashed back and forth on the bed.
“You’re fucking hot, Lara. I want to fuck you again and again. I want to fuck you in the shower, on the floor, on the table. I want to fuck you hard and slow. God, you’re fucking wet. Come, Lara!”
Her body writhed under mine. I kept one hand firmly on her pussy and reached up to pinch her nipple with my other. She broke over me, her pussy gushing fluids and pulling my own orgasm from me in one violent pull.
“Fuck!” I shouted, pounding into her body.
I fell to her side once my body stopped pumping into her. We both lay there, panting. My heart was dancing a jig, and my body—well hell, my body was feeling mighty relaxed after that. I could feel her shudder from the aftershocks of the orgasm I had just given her. I wanted her again.
She started giggling. Not exactly the response I had been expecting. “Uh, everything okay?”
The giggles continued. “Yes. Fine. This is so us, sneaking around.”
“I’m not sneaking around. Hell, I damn near fucked you right in that alley,” I muttered, really not appreciating the giggling after what I thought was an excellent sexual encounter.
“You know what I mean. Brian would flip out if he knew what had happened.”
“I don’t care what Brian thinks. I’ll parade you all over town. I’ll announce it from the rooftops. Anything.”
She jerked away and shot up off the bed so fast that I wondered if she had been shocked.
“This is not that.”
I sat up. “This is not what?”
She stood there, gloriously naked, and looked at me aghast. “Us. We aren’t a thing. This isn’t going to happen again. There’s no need to parade me anywhere.”
“What?” I asked, stupefied.
“Mason, I want a baby. I don’t want a baby daddy or a relationship. This just happened. It doesn’t mean anything.”
I nodded my head, pretending to agree but not. Not at all. This most definitely meant something to me. I couldn’t believe she was using me as her rebound guy. I was not a rebound guy.
“Lara, maybe we can talk about this,” I said softly.
She pulled her thong on and then walked out of the room, her beautiful ass perky and luscious. I had to smile. She was still a fine piece of ass. She had a womanly body now, but she was still my Lara.
She came back into the room fully dressed. I was still sitting naked on the bed.
“I have to go,” she said.
“I’ll walk you home,” I said. “It’s the least I can do.”
“I don’t need you to walk me home. It’s not far.”
“Lara, I’m going to walk you to the damn door. Downstairs. This was not a quick fuck. I have some decency,” I said, scooting off the bed and pulling on my underwear before stalking past her to find the rest of my clothes.
She was behind me. I could feel her. Neither one of us said anything as we walked down the short hall to the elevator. Once we reached the lobby floor, she waved and took off. She couldn’t get away from me fast enough.