Chapter Five
Mason
I hate wearing this suit. It’s so fucking stuffy but the way that Liv looked at me when I arrived makes it worthwhile. I just don’t like the way her sister is looking at me right now. I’ve had to adjust her hands twice already. My eyes search out Liv, despite Evelyn attempting to pull information out of me and catch the end of her slapping Trey in the face. My hands drop, and I push my way toward them but Liv is already on the move, leaving Trey standing there.
“Mason, man.” He slaps me on the shoulder when I reach him. I notice Liv’s handprint on the left side of his face. “I swear I don’t know what her problem is.”
I know he sees the anger radiating off me because the friendly smile is gone and he steps back.
“Really?” I speak through my teeth. “You don’t? So she just slapped you for no reason?”
“You know women, so damn sensitive. Especially that one.” He laughs, pointing behind him toward where Liv disappeared.
“I don’t think she’s sensitive. I think you’re a douchebag and you better hope it’s nothing that I want to connect my hand to your face for.” He says nothing. “Now, move aside.”
I take the steps three at a time, the suit straining against my body. I didn’t push Trey to tell me what he did, it would probably be a lie anyway.
Searching the mid-level of the ship and coming up empty-handed, I immediately find her when I get to the top deck. She’s hard to miss. Her dress, the color a beautiful shade of red, flows freely in the gentle breeze as she leans against the railing. It comes up to mid-calf, but the wind allows me a peek at her thighs – the ones I had my mouth on earlier this afternoon. A drink in hand, she is peering out into the water looking lost. She definitely looks like a siren right now.
There’s a slight chill in the air as I close the distance between the two of us. She has no idea I’m watching her, stalking up behind her, until I enclose her body by placing my arms on the railing on either side of her. She doesn’t jolt, doesn’t startle. She just allows me to encompass her.
“How do you even know it’s me?” I breathlessly ask, nuzzling myself into her neck.
Her chest rises and falls with a deep breath. “I can smell your cologne. I have it memorized.” She turns in my arms, coming face to face with me. “I’m glad you came to find me.”
I nod, taking in the thank you laced in her expression. “Of course I did. Now, tell me what happened with Trey?”
Liv shakes her head side to side. “I don’t want to talk about that. I’m just happy he saved me the trouble of finding out later how much of an asshole he is.”
I laugh. “You call me an asshole all the time.”
“That’s different.” She secures her bottom lip between her teeth.
Lifting my hand, I free it from its confines. “How so?”
She pushes on my chest, causing me to back up. “You’re an entertaining asshole.”
I watch as she walks toward a navy blue outdoor couch and takes a seat. Following suit, I sit alongside her and place a hand on an exposed thigh. “Tell me what’s going on, Olivia.”
Her head falls back in frustration before her eyes land on mine. “Mason, it’s so much. It’s my sister hiding the engagement. It’s my parents not telling me and looking like a complete fool in front of everyone who knew. It’s the fact that my parents have never said they are proud of me. It’s like they were just as disappointed in me that I didn’t want to be what Trey wanted me to be. Not to mention he just told me that all I was good for was swallowing.”
I will down the lump in my throat, caught between the anger of him saying that to her and the erection she’s giving me by telling me she swallows. Jesus, Mason, keep it together.
“And.” She continues, haphazardly swinging her drink around. “I’m here with a fake date because I can’t get a real one. Not that I’ve been looking, but would it matter? I mean, you’re only here so I’ll give you the holiday week off!”
“That’s not true.” I interject.
She ignores me. “How much of a bitch am I to make you come here and pretend to be my boyfriend in order to give you your vacation time?”
Grabbing a hold of her face, I bring it closer to mine. “I would have come either way.”
Liv melts, her body beginning to delicately fall into mine. The feel of her in my arms, silent and still, brings contentment to me. I wish this were real. I grin knowing I can make it real. Before I open up my mouth to tell her I want her more than just my boss, she jumps and stands up straight. “My sister is coming up here.” She points toward the entrance to the third deck. “I can’t see her right now. I just can’t.”
Without warning, she takes off in the opposite direction. I, on the other hand, don’t have time to escape her sister. “Mason!” She waves at me like a lunatic. “Trey just told me Liv slapped him. I can’t believe she would do something so juvenile when all he said was…”
“Stop, Evelyn. Just stop. Whatever Trey said to you was probably a lie. He’s probably lied to you your entire relationship. I’m not going to stand here and listen to this bullshit. You all treat Liv terribly. Lying and having everyone else lie for you. She’s a big girl. Obviously she can handle it seeing as she was very gracious not to throw a fit when you started banging her sloppy seconds, who, by the way, just made some pretty shitty comments to her.”
Her face turns a deep shade of crimson. “You have no idea what you’re talking about!”
I leave her standing where she is. “I guess that makes two of us.”
I walk past the bartender to a secluded corner and find Liv leaning against a wall. She has tears falling down both cheeks. “I’m pathetic, aren’t I?”
I come to a stop just a few inches in front of her and use my thumbs to wipe away her sadness. “No, you’re not pathetic. You are so far from it. You’re beautiful. Scratch that. You’re fucking sexy and so damn smart. You’re brave, independent, sweet, and better than anyone else I know. You tolerate way more than you should. You’re perfect, Liv.”
Without warning, Liv closes the little distance between us and places one hand on each side of my jaw, welding our lips together, giving us both what we’ve desperately wanted all day. Possibly all year. She wastes no time sliding her tongue in between my lips, and I’m so surprised at the attack that I let it happen. I can taste the gin – and a hint of tequila – as her lips explore mine. My fingers grab the material at her waist, and I pull her body into me, having her feel just how fucking hard I get when she’s around. She reaches inside my suit jacket, pushing it off my arms and I let go of her for a brief moment as I allow it to drop to the floor. I paid a week’s salary for this suit and right now I don’t give a shit. She pulls away and whispers, “I want you.”
That’s all I need to hear. I drag her deeper into the corner, only accessible if you happen to stumble upon it and let’s be honest, I wouldn’t give a shit if she had me fuck her in the middle of the dance floor on the first deck.
I turn her around to face the water as my hands explore her body. Each touch is met with the soft silk of her dress or the smooth, tantalizing skin underneath. I snake my hands underneath, grabbing a hold of her lace panties and then rip them from her body, tossing them into the dark water.
“I liked those,” she moans as I reach around and glide my fingers between her soft, slick folds. She’s fucking slippery wet.
Lifting her hair off the back of her neck with my other hand, I bite her shoulder. “They were in the way.”
Her head falls forward while my fingers explore every inch of her pussy. She rears back on me, her ass painfully making contact with my cock, which has never been so fucking hard. I have never been so turned on as I am right now, about to fuck this woman. My boss. My Siren. It feels dangerous to be out in the open like this, knowing that at any moment someone could catch me knuckle deep inside this temptress. I can’t think straight, and I know I won’t regret this. Not one goddamn moment. It’s been so long since I’ve been this turned on, and she hasn’t even touched me yet.
Her hips move at their own accord, riding my fingers like a fucking cowgirl. They slide in and out of her with ease.
“Fuck,” she moans as her walls begin to clench, tightly gripping my fingers. I push them in further, making sure the palm of my hand is rubbing against her swollen clit.
“Are you going to come, Olivia?” I ask as I quicken my pace, my cock rocking against her ass.
She reaches behind herself, grabbing onto my jacket. “Yes, Mason!” She screams, causing me to muffle her with my free hand. She bites down on one of my fingers as she rides out her orgasm. The walls of her pussy constricting, and her clit throbbing.
I slowly pull my hand from underneath her dress and she goes lax in front of me. Setting her dress back to its rightful place I wonder if she’ll instantly regret letting me give her what she so desperately needed. I don’t have to wait long to find out before she turns her head, dark eyes sparkling off the moonlight, looking at me over her shoulder and says, “You can’t just keep that big dick all to yourself. Do you want to fuck me or should I get on my knees?”
If it were possible to get an erection that could cut glass I’d have it. Who knew my boss, the seemingly uptight little vixen, had such a dirty fucking mouth. I lift a thumb to her lips, gliding it from one side to the other. “I’d love to see this pretty mouth wrapped around my cock but your tight pussy is calling my name.”
She bites her lips and finally turns around to face me. “You have a condom?”
Reaching into my jacket pocket, I take out my wallet and produce one, twisting it back and forth in front of her. “You were kind of loud, Livvy. Are you going to be quiet or do I need to cover your mouth again?”
Her shoulder comes up with a flirtatious shrug. “I’m not the quiet type.”
“Okay then.” I nod before handing over the condom to her. She watches me as I grip my all too constricting tie and loosen it. Unraveling it until it’s straight. I fold the material in half and raise it up to her mouth. “Open.”
She obeys, lust consuming her eyes. She fucking obeys without question, and I put the tie into her mouth and then wrap it around the back of her head, my face getting close to the lips I want to taste over and over again. I make a knot, attempting to keep her hair from getting tangled and secure it tightly. Her chest heaves up and down with each breath she takes. I lean in, letting my tongue free of its confines and glide the tip over her bottom lip. She whimpers from behind her gag. I explore her jaw with subtle nips. She wastes no time fumbling with my belt and pushing my pants and boxers down just enough to free my erection. My tongue caresses just under her ear as I slowly make my way down to her shoulder. Her palms feel warm as they grip me and roll the now open condom over my tip and all the way down the shaft.
I lift up her body on to the edge of the boat, pushing the material of her dress over one gloriously toned thigh and wrapping my hands tightly around her. Stepping between her legs I watch as she opens wide for me, her pussy glistening, ready for me. My tip meets her opening and her moan is stifled by the tie.
“Hold onto me tightly, Siren.” I command, taking a break from watching my cock disappear inside her, looking straight into her eyes.
She secures her hands around my neck and when I have filled her to the hilt, I lose all sense of control. I pick her up and slam her into the wall behind us. She screams in ecstasy, muffled by my tie, as I fuck her so hard that I’m almost nervous we’re going to knock a hole in the wall. Her arms and legs wrap around my body while her eyes shut tightly. I’m glad I have a gag in her mouth because I know, from how loud she is with it, that anyone within listening distance would hear her cries. They’d come running down here to find us going at one another with carnal need and seeing her clawing at my back. They’d see me biting at her collarbone and plunging myself into her while her eyes rolled in the back of her head as she comes on my cock and I follow behind her with a few more inhibited thrusts. They’d see it all because I wouldn’t stop. I couldn’t. This woman, the one who puts on a front every day, the one who seduces me with her voice and her wit, the one who needs to be gagged because she can’t control herself in the moment, brings me to my knees. This fantasy that would let me fuck her on a boat with dozens of people around and many who may see from the shore has me out of breath and out of my mind. I’ve never felt this connected before with anyone in my life, ever, and one look at her tells me I need to fuck her again.
“Come home with me.” I beg.
She breathlessly responds. “Okay.”