Chapter 12

Ash

I couldn’t help myself. I knew what Mason was capable of, and my body had been aching for him all night. I pulled his pants and boxers to the floor and dropped to my knees. His thick length jutted toward me, already hard. It had been growing in his pants all night, and finally, I wrapped my lips around his cock.

His hands wound themselves in my hair, and I wrapped my hand around the base of his cock. He was throbbing against the tip of my tongue, and every time I hollowed out my cheeks, he couldn’t help but thrust his hips into my mouth.

I sucked as much of him down as I could, and spit began to drip down my chin. He ripped me off my knees and crashed his lips into mine. He backed me into the wall, and his fingertips slid my leggings down. Mason sank to his own knees, and my legs already began to tremble.

His tongue parted my glistening pussy lips and lapped up my juices, and I couldn’t wind my hands into his hair tight enough. I bucked into his face, and his hands buried themselves into my hips. I felt that familiar burning sensation in my gut, and I begged him not to stop. He thrust his tongue into my depths, and I rolled my hips into his face. When my orgasm crashed over me, he raised up and latched his lips onto my neck.

“You taste fantastic,” he murmured into my skin.

My legs were shaking and my mind was blurred. I slowly sank to the floor, but Mason caught me in his arms and helped me over to the couch. He sat down beside me with his thick dick bouncing against his stomach, and the look in his eyes caused me to swing my leg over his hips.

“Oh, god,” he whispered.

I reached down and grabbed his cock before I lined it up with my entrance, and when I sank down onto him, I physically felt my body shake. He filled me up exactly as I remembered. I grabbed Mason’s tie and used it as leverage.

I rolled my hips on top of his as he thrust up into my body. A sheen of sweat began to gather on my chest. I let go of his tie and peeled my shirt off, and then Mason raised up and latched his lips onto my breasts.

“You are perfect,” he murmured into my skin.

He unsnapped my bra without any trouble at all, and when my tits were released from their confines, his lips peppered them with kisses. His hands traveled to my bare ass and squeezed me tightly, and then he lifted me off the couch. I squealed and held onto his neck, and we barreled into his bedroom and flopped down on the bed.

“No yappy dog this time,” I said. “You planned ahead.”

I felt myself dripping down my thighs, and for the first time since we’d gotten to the apartment, my eyes connected with his. He smiled and smoothed a bit of sweat-drenched hair from my forehead. The kiss he left on my nose made me giggle. I wrapped my legs around his hips and pulled him deeper into me, and he pushed up onto his heels.

“You really do feel good,” he murmured with a smile on his face.

“You’re not so bad yourself,” I said.

He threw the crooks of my legs over his shoulders before he slowly lay back down on me, and I realized I couldn't move. His hips moved slowly, hitting that spot just right, and sparks of fire popped along my skin.

“Jesus, Mason,” I gasped.

He picked up his pace, and his balls started smacking my ass. All I could do was lay there and take his assault. His tie was dancing along my chest, and the sweat on his brow was dripping onto my skin. I desperately wanted to feel his naked body against mine.

Apparently, he had the same thought.

He pulled up quickly and loosened his tie. I watched him rip the rest of his clothes off and toss them to the side. My legs slipped from his shoulders and fell to the bed, and that was when he took it upon himself to grab my hips and flip me around. He grabbed my hips tightly and raised them to him, and before I could catch my breath, his dick slipped back into my tight pussy.

“Oh, fuck,” he grunted.

He pounded into me as I braced myself against the headboard. I moaned out his name with every breath. His dick sheathed itself into me, time and time again, and I felt my legs giving way.

“You feel so good, Ash. Oh, god.”

He pounded into my hips, and my ass jiggled in his face. The way he ran his hands along my body made me feel like a goddess. He dropped down and licked a stripe up my spine, and my body shivered underneath him before my walls started massaging his dick.

I was teetering on the edge, and I couldn't stand it.

“Faster,” I begged. “Just a little faster, please.”

“Anything for you,” he grunted.

The bed slammed against the wall, and my body lurched with every thrust he made. His cock began to twitch inside me, and I fell over the edge.

“Yes! Mason, yes!”

“Holy shit,” he groaned.

He quickly pulled out of me before his warmth covered my back and my body plummeted to the bed in a fit of heaves and sweat. My body was tingling in ecstasy as the last of my orgasm rolled over my trembling form. When Mason flopped down beside me, he was panting as well.

“Good god,” he whispered.

“Yeah,” I said.

We lay there and tried to gather ourselves. When Mason caught his breath, he told me to hold on. A cool washcloth fell onto my skin, and after he was done cleaning my back, I heard the washcloth fall to the floor before he scooted into bed beside me. His arm snaked around my body and pulled me close. For the first time ever, I felt safe and satiated in the arms of the man I’d just had sex with.

“That was incredible,” I whispered.

“It was,” he murmured.

I rolled over to look at him, and I couldn’t help but smile. He was so incredibly handsome with his thick head of hair and his chiseled, lean form. I scooted closer into his grasp, and he wrapped his arms tighter around me. Before I could think about it, I slid my leg in between his.

“Much more comfortable in a bed,” I said.

“Definitely. Makes for more acrobatic moments.”

The twinkle in his eyes was distracting, and I wondered if he felt as comfortable and fulfilled as I did.

“And it helps that we didn’t have a yapping dog,” I said. “Did you send him off with Winston or something?”

His face fell and felt his body tensed against mine. For a second, I thought maybe something had happened to Huck.

“Is Huck all right?” I asked.

Mason closed his eyes and took a deep breath, and when he pulled away from me, I started to get nervous.

I wanted him to come back. I should’ve never asked that stupid fucking question.

“I have a confession to make,” he began.

“Okay.”

“Huck isn’t my dog.”

Oh. Wait, Huck wasn’t his dog?

“He’s a dog that wanders up the metal fire emergency stairs outside the complex sometimes.”

“You could have just told me that last time,” I said.

“That’s the thing, Ash,” he said.

“Mason, what’s wrong?”

“This isn’t my apartment.”

Oh.

“I still live with my mother,” he said. “I have since my father died. She sort of—well, it’s a long story. Anyway, I’m also sort of rich. Well, wealthy. Very wealthy.”

I nodded my head and slowly took in all the information. I had so many questions I wanted to ask him, but I could tell he was already on edge. So, I lay back and just let him go at his own pace.

“When I found your ad, I was intrigued,” he said. “But I figured it wasn’t a good idea to mention all the money I had upfront. I mean, it was supposed to be a one-off thing, right? Why complicate things?”

“I understand,” I said.

“But here we are for the, what, third time? I didn’t want anything hanging between us. That’s not right.”

“Whose apartment are we in?” I asked.

“Winston’s,” he admitted.

“Why didn’t you just tell me it was his?”

I watched him roll his answer around in his head, and I felt bad. I honestly wasn’t upset with him, just a little confused. I took his hand and brought it to my lips. When I kissed the back of it, he released the breath he had been holding.

“Calm down,” I said. “I’m not upset. Confused, yeah. Feeling like we should wash the sheets before we leave, definitely. I’m just trying to figure it all out.”

The chuckle that fell from his lips caused me to move back into his body.

“I didn’t tell you it was Winston’s because I didn’t want to open the line of questioning that would lead to why I was still living with my mother,” he said.

“Then we don’t have to talk about it,” I said. “I’m just glad you finally told me everything. As for the money, I get it. I mean, finances aren’t really an exciting topic of conversation on a first date. No one talks about their crippling student debt, so why would you talk about your millions?”

“Billions,” he corrected.

“What?”

“It’s billions,” he said.

“I’m laying naked in bed with a billionaire?”

He nodded. “Yes.”

Holy shit, I’ve been dating a billionaire.

“Well, that’s pretty impressive,” I said. “But I don’t care about it, if that’s what you think. It just takes some time to process.”

“Why?” he asked.

“Because women who look like me don’t end up with billionaires.”

“Ah, so they have that stereotype down here, too?” he asked.

She giggled. “‘Down here’? Really?”

“No. Literally. My home sits on a massive hill. I didn’t mean that in terms of class or financial status. I meant literally down the hill.”

“Ah,” I said.

“This is weird now, isn’t it?” he asked.

“Not if you don’t want it to be.”

“So you’re not upset?”

“I couldn’t care less about any of this stuff, including your money,” I said. “I just enjoy spending time with you.”

“Especially since I come with a bonus?” He smirked.

“Oh, shut up,” I said.

I shoved him, but all he did was wind his arms around me and pull me closer. He pressed a kiss to the top of my head, and suddenly everything seemed to be all right again.

“I know you don’t care about my money,” he murmured.

“Good.”

“Honestly, I feel like I could trust you with anything.”

“Good,” I said, smiling.

“Do you feel that way, too?” he asked.

I craned my neck and gave him a quizzical look. The color drained from his face.

“Just one last question,” I said.

“All right…”

“Do you have, like, a dick implant? Because that thing is massive, and I just—”

He busted out laughing and rolled over on top of me before he encompassed my lips with his. I felt his smile against my skin, and I parted my legs so he could sink between them. When he pulled back, he ran his hand through my hair.

“I was thinking about dying it bright green next,” I said.

“I think any hair color on you would be beautiful,” he murmured.

“You didn’t answer my question,” I said.

He answered me with a swift penetration that left me breathless and wanting more. I spread my legs open for anything he was willing to give me, and he rode my body through another orgasm before he pulled out and soaked the bedsheets beneath me.

He collapsed on top of my body. I wound my arms around him and peppered the side of his face with kisses. Everything inside me wanted to fall asleep just like this.

Unfortunately, I knew we would have to get going soon.

We eventually rolled out of bed and cleaned ourselves up. Mason changed his best friend’s sheets before we made up the bed together. He took it upon himself to drive my car home. His driver pulled up the same car from the other night to the curb just before Mason kissed me good night.

“I’d really enjoy seeing you again,” he said.

“I’d really enjoy that, too,” I admitted.

I waved him off and went inside. Part of me expected Winston to be here. Frank was sound asleep on the couch. I slowly opened my bedroom door just in case they had marked every surface of my apartment. But when I flicked my light on, my bed was empty. I shut the light off and leapt into my bed. I kicked off my shoes before I slipped underneath the covers.

I couldn’t get the night out of my mind. It had been so incredible and had felt so natural, and I was so glad Mason felt he could be truthful with me. I wasn’t an idiot. I knew there had been something up that night, but I’d never been one to press someone about things they didn’t already want to tell me. I mean, he had been fulfilling the ad, giving me an orgasm that wasn’t induced by my own fingers.

But now Mason wanted to see me again—without the ad looming over his head. And I really, really wanted to see him again, too.