Chapter 6

They finished their drinks, but when they left the bar for their room an hour later, Mason appeared to forget to take hold of her hand. They just walked back side by side without saying anything.

Once inside the room, Mason threw his keys on the table the way he did before. He turned around and found Alyssa staring at him. “Is anything wrong?”

She shook her head. “Nothing’s wrong. I was just thinking a guy like you shouldn’t really need to chase women the way you do. Why haven’t you got yourself a steady girl or a wife? Why do you have to pretend to be something you’re not?”

“I don’t chase women. They chase me.”

She waved her hand. “Come on. You don’t have to lie about it. I’ve seen you leaving the bars with women before. You’ve got a different woman every night of the week.”

“If I do, it’s because I haven’t found the right girl yet. I keep looking, but I never find her.”

Alyssa cocked her head to one side. “How many women have you told about your past?”

He turned away. He paced to the open door and murmured into the night. “None. I’ve never told anybody. You’re the first person I ever told the truth.”

She couldn’t hold back. She blurted out, “Oh! I’m so sorry! That must be terrible.”

He looked over his shoulder at her. “Do you think so?”

She jumped to her feet. She couldn’t keep still. “It must have been a nightmare for you all these years, keeping your real self a secret. It must have been torture.”

He looked away. “I never minded it until now.”

Alyssa stopped in mid-step. “What do you mean?”

“These last few days,” he replied, “I never knew talking to someone would feel so good. I never thought I needed to tell anybody where I came from or what I did to get there. I never realized I needed someone to talk to about that. Now I realize how much it hurt to live alone, with no one understanding, without a single person I could trust enough to tell. Now I know what having that person would be like.”

She couldn’t take her eyes off him. His shoulders rose and fell with his breath. She wished like anything she could put her arms around him right now, to assure him she would always keep his secret, that his heart and soul were safe with her.

She didn’t dare do that, though. She didn’t dare let this performance turn into something she would regret later. In the end, he made the decision for her by turning around. His clear dark eyes bored into her soul. “I’m glad it’s you. I’m glad you’re the one who knows.”

She stared at his face. His voice caressed her. “I trust you. It feels good to trust you, to face this with you standing next to me. I wouldn’t want anyone else.”

She wanted him to turn away, to go back to gazing out at the ocean, but he didn’t. He crossed the room to stand in front of her. His whole being radiated intoxicating magnetic energy so she couldn’t get away. Her mind told her to pull back, to put some distance between them, but that force of nature only succeeded in moving them closer together.

He breathed through his lips. “I had the idea that time I saw you in the bar. I always thought you were the hottest thing on legs I’d ever seen, but when you said you needed a job, I got the idea to ask you.”

“Mason, I….”

“I never chased anybody. Don’t you see? Women throw themselves at me wherever I go. I can’t walk into a place without a bunch of women making eyes at me. They don’t want me, though. All they want is money. That’s another thing I noticed about you. You didn’t want my money. You’re the first woman I met in a long time to tell me to go stick my head in a hole. You don’t know how attractive that is.”

The words tumbled out of her so fast she couldn’t control them. “We shouldn’t do this. We’re supposed to have a business arrangement. You said you’d sleep on the couch.  ”

“I will sleep on the couch,” he replied. “I won’t do anything you don’t want me to do. I just want you to know how I feel about you. I’ve never wanted anybody the way I want you, and not just to pretend there was something between us. I’ve spent years looking for the right woman I could spend my life with. You’re the first woman I’ve ever met I thought I could love.”

Alyssa sucked in her breath. “Love!”

He shrugged. “Forget it. It’s not going to happen between us. We’re here for two weeks on a business arrangement. It’s just something I thought about.”

Mason started to turn away one last time. That open sliding door called him away, but Alyssa couldn’t call him back. She couldn’t tell him she wanted anything with him when she didn’t. That would be wrong, wouldn’t it? She would be using him the same way he used others—or at least, the way she always thought he used them.

She stared at him until he took his same immovable place in the doorway. He might stand there all night long. She better go back to pretending. A terrible shudder passed through her from head to toe. She could go back to pretending, but nothing would ever be the same again. Love! He did not just say that.

He didn’t come right out and say he loved her, but he might as well have. How could she think of him that way? How could she think of anybody that way?

She headed for the bedroom. At least she could close the door and forget him. He would stay on his side of that door until morning, and she would stay on her side.

His voice interrupted her thoughts. “Are you okay, Alyssa?”

She waved her hand, but she couldn’t look at him. “Sure. Why wouldn’t I be all right? I’m your wife.” She burst into hysterical giggles.

He stared at her in surprise.

“I mean,” she babbled, “what could be wrong? I hate you, right? Now you’re telling me you….I don’t know what you’re telling me. I don’t want to think about it. You said it. Now let’s forget it like you said. It’s nothing. We’re not married. We’re never going to be married—at least not that way.” She laughed again. The whole thing was too ridiculous to take seriously.

He stiffened, but he didn’t answer. He didn’t tell her to pull herself together or to go to her room, or any other such nonsense. He crossed the room, swept one arm around her back and kissed her.

She gasped as soon as she could get her mouth free. “What are you doing?”

He didn’t let her go. “We’re married. You’re my wife and I’m your husband.”

Before she could reply, he dodged in and kissed her again. He didn’t let her go this time. He stayed locked on her mouth. She struggled to get away, but he wouldn’t release her. He tugged her in tight and pressed his lips even more intensely onto hers.

She fought her way free. “Stop! I’m not your wife. We’re just pretending. You can’t kiss me like I’m your real wife. This wasn’t part of the deal.”

He gazed down into her eyes. Suppressed passion smoldered in his face. “Then make it real.”

He moved in again, and his lips took hold of hers... Make it real? How could she make it real? Even as her mind worked overtime to comprehend what was happening, she already knew the answer. She already wanted him. She just didn’t want to admit it to herself.

Why couldn’t she kiss him like that? Why couldn’t she even love him like that if she wanted to? They were both adults and they were already married. Exactly what would she have to do to cross that line between pretending and really loving him? Nothing. That’s what. She was already there.

He sensed the shift through her lips. She softened against him. Her lips inched open ever so slightly. What was she doing? How could she kiss him like that? Her mind came up with a thousand reasons why she shouldn’t be doing this, but her body and her mouth did something else. The electric tension between them grew greater and she felt herself give in to her instincts.

Her lips parted. They danced around his mouth in perfect harmony. Their tongues met somewhere between them. She opened her eyes, and there he was in front of her. Him? Was she really kissing him?

Out of nowhere, she became aware of a burning warmth between her legs. Her pussy throbbed for him. Her breasts hungered for his touch. In a trice, she threw herself into that kiss for all she was worth. What the heck? She wanted him, so why not? Weren’t they married? What was there to stop them? Everybody expected them to. She could make it real with one tiny adjustment of her thinking.

He lifted her off the floor and she wrapped her legs around his hips. His mouth devoured her in deep lustful mouthfuls. She answered him as fast as she could. She wanted this. Oh, how she wanted this! What was the point of coming to a luxury resort with a man richer than God if she couldn’t enjoy herself?

If she took a roll in the hay with him, she could consider it another fringe benefit of the job. Fifty thousand dollars in the bank? Check. Five thousand dollars spending money and a round-trip ticket back to the States? Check. Smoking hot guy in your bed every night? Why not?

They both knew exactly what was going on now. No more questions. No more pretending. Maybe she would never see him again when they went back home, but who cared? She had him now, and he had her.

He tipped her over backward to kiss her harder, faster. He hugged her behind the back to press her body against him. His hand slid down to squeeze her ass. How long had he waited to get his hands on that ass? Had he really dreamed of it ever since he touched her in the bar?

She could feel herself getting wetter and wetter as she arched herself up against him. She moaned against his mouth as he teased and toyed with her lips. She’d never been kissed like that before. He locked his arms around her lower back and pressed his bulging cock against her. She hoped he would touch her soon.

The whole time, their eyes darted back and forth from one side to the other. She searched his face but found no answers there beyond his bottomless desire. She gave him the green light with that kiss. Now he would run onto the inevitable conclusion.

She looped her arms around his neck and drew him down to her. Her thigh rose into his grasp. He lifted her leg aside and pressed himself between her legs. Her skirt brushed out of the way and his cock came out of his pants and to her quivering mound. “Oh, Jesus, yes!” she urged him to go on and panted for every probe into her cunt.

She wanted him to lie her down and drive into her. She wanted him to touch all that sparkly anatomy inside her and propel her into heaven. She wanted every part of him all over her at once.

He didn’t do any of that, though. He kept her standing up, kissing her. His tongue lapped through her mouth. He teased, taking his time with her, but she was already too worked up.

When she couldn’t stand the waiting anymore, he pulled away. He delivered delicate kisses down her neck before drawing away to gaze into her eyes. She tried to dart up to kiss him more, but he wouldn’t let her draw him in.

He inclined his head one way. “Are you okay with this?” He asked, in a sultry voice.

Alyssa smacked her lips and gave a gentle nod. He knew she was. How could he tease her like this? She caught his lips between her teeth. In answer, she ran her hand up his thigh to the thick bulge between his legs. She took hold of his cock and rubbed up and down his heavy shaft. “Are you okay with this?”

He buckled across the middle and pulled away a little to get control of himself. His abs crunched to double him over, and he exhaled deeper and deeper. That snake throbbed under her fingers. He burst out of his clothes, unbuckling his belt and dropping his pants to get at her.

He started to grin... “So that’s the way you want to play it? She moaned into his ear.Well, all right.” He snatched her hand and tossed it away. “Are you wet down there for me? Does this make you hot?”

She panted through pouting lips. “You know I am.”

Without looking, he stroked up her inner thigh, lifting her skirt upward and laid two fingers over her clit. When would he take her panties off? 

He stared into her eyes with that penetrating gaze of his. He watched the color spread over her cheeks and her lips drop open in moaning ecstasy when as he worked up into her sweet spot between her legs.

He flipped her panties aside and touched her wetness along her lady lips and caressed her clit. Then he gently probed in and out of her aroused hole. His breath tickled her ear as he breathed more and more deeply. “Holy shit, you are so fucking wet. I want to eat your sweet pussy out right now.”

He swirled through her juices. She groaned against his nagging kisses. His fingers drove her insane. Christ, he turned her on like nothing else. She never wanted to fuck someone so bad in her life. She’d never had foreplay as intoxicating as this.

He plunged one finger deep into her welcoming hole and she tightened around him in excitement. He withdrew his fingers leaving her gasping for more. He couldn’t leave her like this. He couldn’t turn her on and leave her hanging. She couldn’t stand it.

He broke away from her mouth and hoisted her upwards and off of her feet. He scooped her up into his arms. He supported her knees on one elbow while his other arm held her around the shoulders. He carried her into the bedroom and tossed her onto the bed.

She bounced onto the pillows and giggled, but he was ready to move in. He caught the waistband of her skirt and panties together and stripped them down to her feet. He balled them into a wad and dropped them on the floor.

He crawled slowly up the bed between her legs. His dark eyes studying every part of her as he worked his way up towards her. He kissed her from her stomach up to her breasts and toyed with her nipples in his mouth.  Was he really going to do this? He said he was going to. Was she really going to let him? She should know better than to question anything he said.

Then he lowered himself under her knees and raised them over his shoulders. He pushed her thighs apart and started to kiss her inner thighs. Before she knew it, his face had fallen between her legs. He circled her tiny hard clit with his tongue and teased her lady lips in his mouth. His tongue went inside of her, and he began stroking in and out of her. She grabbed hold the sheets either side of her as he worked her into orgasm.

Alyssa collapsed back on the bed. The breath blowing from his nose warmed and tantalized the sweet spot between her legs. Could this be real?

Once again, he buried his face into her and started eating her out. Oh, my God, there was no denying it, he was a complete master at this! He lashed her clit and prodded her lips apart with his mouth. As she got wetter and wetter, he only worked into her deeper and more intensely, any time he moved away he plunged his fingers into her depths and massaged her soft tissues.

She writhed and heaved, but he held on. He started to pump his fingers in and out of her until she moaned aloud in glorious ecstasy.  He jumped up onto his knees and pulled her up onto hers. He flipped her over her knees and entered her. She never had a chance to stop cumming before his monstrous cock split her in two.

He jerked her back against him, and her curvy ass bumped his hips. She whined in tortured delight at that thickness filling her like she had never had before. He eased into her all the way to her secret cervix, and there he stayed.

He held his rock solid cock right there, fully inserted, and didn’t move. Her throbbing channel squeezed his shaft so fast she couldn’t keep track of it. Dear Lord, what was he doing to her? He didn’t move at all. No pounding, no stroking, no thumping. He just sat there and let her inner muscles do all the work.

She quivered around his shaft so fast, and that maddening fullness excited her so much she exploded into another crashing climax. She threw herself back against him, but she couldn’t go any further with him already buried inside her. She thrashed every way, but she couldn’t go any higher if she tried.

What kind of man was this? What kind of devil didn’t fuck a woman when he got her on her knees? He must be some kind of machine to hold her like that and let her own unstoppable desire carry her over one peak after another.

He murmured encouragement to her. “Oh, yeah, baby. That’s so fucking good. God damn, that pussy feels so good. Come on, baby. Let me hear you cum all over my fucking cock.”

His words destroyed her mind. She had to keep on cumming, again and again. She couldn’t escape. What would he do to her? Would he hold her there until she collapsed in exhaustion? Then he would go to work. Then and only then would he work his cock on her until he came.

Crazy words, lunatic prayers filled her mind. Oh dear God please God please oh sweet Jesus he’s fucking me I can’t stand it oh yes that cock is so hard I can’t stop.

Nothing made sense anymore. Her wetness surrounded his cock. Somewhere out of the long-lost reaches of her mind, she felt his fingers touch her. He slid his hand between her ass and his hip and circled her clit with his fingertips.

Little by little, he pumped his massive tool against her muscle spasms. One sensitive inch at a time, he worked faster in time to those fingers titillating her nub. She slammed back into his hips. Her ass shivered from the impact. He let her set the rhythm. The faster she rocked, the faster he fingered.

She screeched in tempestuous climax. She couldn’t stop it. His cock touched her cervix and every inch along her channel. She orgasmed all down his shaft, and his fingers nudged to her greater heights. Everything he did, she drank him to the limit and collapsed on his cock in joy.