Chapter 22

Ash

His tongue felt so good running slowly along the roof of my mouth, and my legs began to shake on the balcony of the most beautiful hotel I’d ever seen. I knew my stomach was hungry for food, but my body was hungry for him. I didn’t want to waste another second before I was pressed against his body.

He drew back and took my hands in his, and he slowly pulled me back into the hotel. The lights somehow dimmed as we walked through the hotel suite and into the bedroom, and when he slowly shut the door behind me, I had to stop and take it all in.

The bed was massive, and there was a beautiful chandelier hanging from the ceiling. I realized the massive balcony stretched all the way over to our room and that the hot tub I’d seen steaming outside actually sat on the part of the balcony that was beside our room.

“This is incredible,” I said.

His arms snaked around my body, and his lips lightly landed on my neck. I slowly drew in a breath through my nose while his soft, pillowy lips nipped at the nape of my neck. All I could think about was falling into bed with him. I’d missed him more than I’d admitted to myself, and I wanted to think that we could make this work. His concerns, though idiotic, were warranted, just like mine were.

All I needed to know was that he was willing to battle it out with me.

“I’m so sorry,” he said into my skin.

I turned in his arms and crashed my lips into his. His hands rushed to my hips and backed me into the bed. I made quick work of disrobing him and dropping his clothes to the floor. By the time we were both naked, our bodies were flushed red and shaking with wanton lust. I could feel the wetness growing between my thighs as he kissed down my chest. His lips wrapped around my pert nipples while my legs parted and accepted the whole of his body.

“Oh, Mason.”

He nibbled on my nipples until they were red with excitement. My hands wound tightly into his hair and pushed him to where I wanted him. His chuckle ricocheted through my body, and my heels planted themselves on the edge of the bed. His tongue wasted no time in finding exactly where I wanted it to be.

“God, you’re so wet, Ash,” Mason whispered into my pussy.

I gasped. “And it’s all for you,” I said.

His tongue lapped at my entrance before he slipped a finger inside. My body ignited with the burning passion I felt for him as my hips rolled into his face. He flicked my swollen nub and ran his hand along the swell of my ass. I felt my essence slowly drip down the crack of my ass just as stars burst behind my eyes.

“I’m almost there,” I moaned. “I’m almost there. I’m gonna come.”

He flattened his tongue over my clit and pressed in deep, and my body began to shake and convulse at his touch. My walls fluttered around his crooked finger, and my legs wrapped around his head and pulled him close. My breasts bounced with every tremble that wracked my body before my back finally dropped down to the mattress.

“Oh, my god,” I said.

He slowly pulled out of me before he kissed all the way up my body. When his slickened lips finally got back to mine, I licked his lips.

“I taste good on you,” I said.

“And you look good underneath me,” he said.

Our eyes caught one another’s, and a shiver ricocheted down my spine. With all the sexual exploits we had taken together, I’d never felt more exposed or raw than at this moment. I slowly locked my feet around his calves, and he lined himself up with my entrance. I couldn’t keep my eyes off him as he slowly pushed into me.

“Oh, Ash,” he said.

I panted as he slowly bottomed out, his balls pressing against my ass, and when my hands slowly slid up his back, I felt him shake on top of me.

“You feel so good,” he whispered.

He rolled his hips into mine, and my eyes fluttered closed. He pressed light kisses to both of my eyelids before his lips kissed over to my ear. I dug my fingertips into the meat of his back as the breath falling off his lips rumbled along the shell of my ear.

“Open your eyes, Ash,” he said.

I fluttered my gaze open and found his eyes, and I couldn’t look away. A slight smile was on his face, and his hair tickled my forehead. I couldn’t help but raise up and capture his lips. He looked perfect in the dim light of the luxurious hotel. When his hips slowly began to pick up the pace, I felt my eyes flutter shut again.

“Keep them open, Ash. Let me see you. Please.”

He leaned his forehead into mine as my hips slightly raised to meet his thrusts. Our breath started to intermingle as our eyes connected yet again. The heat rippling through my body was slow and languid, puckering my nipples and raising the hairs on the back of my neck. His dick felt so good inside my body, and it seemed to curve up just slightly to hit me in all the right places. I slid the tips of my toes up the backs of his legs before the words started pouring from my mouth.

“I’m so sorry, Mason. Please forgive me.”

“I’m sorry, too, Ash. God, I’m so fucking sorry.”

His hips picked up the pace, and the bed began to jostle. My hands flew to his hair while my eyes stayed hooked on his. I could tell by the way his cheeks and dick twitched that he was about to reach his end. I started slapping my hips up against his before he dropped his head into the crook of my neck.

“Come for me, Mason,” I whispered.

“Oh, god, Ash. Yes. Just like that.”

He stilled his body while my hips continued their upward assault. When I felt my pussy throb and pull his dick in closer, I wrapped my legs around his waist, and we both went crashing to the bed. He pumped himself deep into me, and my body drank him down. As we lay there letting our juices slowly trickle out and stain the silk sheets we were lying on, I felt his lips on the shell of my ear once again.

“I’ll never leave you again,” he whispered.

My heart leapt for joy before he slowly slid off my body, and I turned my smiling face to him and raised my hand to cup his cheek.

“Thank you,” I said.

“For what?” he panted.

“For bringing me here. For showing me this. For answering that pathetic ad and for showing up at my work.”

“The ad wasn’t pathetic,” he said.

“It was, and thank you for looking past it.”

My eyes fluttered closed, and the last thing I remembered was Mason’s hand running through my hair. When my eyes peeled themselves open the next morning, the sun was just beginning to stream through the balcony windows. Mason slept next to me. He looked so peaceful and handsome, the rise and fall of his chest gentle in the morning light, and his arms were wrapped tightly around me.

I pressed light kisses to his chest while he stayed asleep, and I couldn’t help but take in his boyishly handsome features. He had a strong jawline and intense eyes, but his hair was thick and slightly longer than men usually wore it. His lips were full and thick, and his nose fit his face perfectly. His broad frame didn’t carry quite the amount of muscle it probably could.

But god, his powerful body felt so good pressed against my naked body, and I reveled in how he felt until he finally groaned and pulled me closer to him.

“Morning, sleepyhead,” I said.

“Morning,” he grunted.

Everything about last night and this morning felt right. It felt right to wake up next to him, and it felt right to press my naked body into his. It felt right how his body filled me the way it did, and it felt right to have his dried cum peppered against my thighs. Sure, we didn’t come from the same background, and we had been raised differently. Sure, our friends did different things for fun, and one of us had to work while the other didn’t. But who cared? I sure as hell didn’t. When we were together, something just clicked.

Just like right now, while I watched his eyes slowly flutter open. Just like right now, while he threw his arm over his eyes and begged the sun to go back to sleep. Just like right now, with my body molding perfectly to his.

We just worked, even if there wasn’t an explanation as to why.

My stomach let out a raucous growl, and it made me giggle while it caught Mason’s attention. He threw his hand off to the side and picked up the phone. He punched in a number and rattled off our breakfast order into the phone.

We slowly rolled out of bed and took a shower together in the wonderful stone walk-in shower. Had it not been for the knock at the door, we probably would’ve gone another round before we actually pieced ourselves together for the day.

We shared fruit, toast, and mimosas on the balcony while we watched the rest of the sun rise above the ocean. The entire time our feet were intertwined with one another’s underneath the table.

“I thought maybe we’d venture out and explore the area today,” he said.

“We could have done that if you’d let me go home and pack some things,” I said.

“Well, that’s easily remedied,” he said.

“And how do you propose we do that? I’ve got nothing but the clothes on my back.”

“You put them on, and then I go get you more clothes.”

“You can’t buy me clothes. They’re my clothes!”

“And I told you I’d take care of you the entire weekend. We’ll go into town and get you some clothes, and then we can explore and go anywhere you’d like.”

“And where do you propose we get the type of clothes I like to wear in a place like this?”

“You just leave that to me,” he said, winking.

We finished our breakfast and got dressed before we headed down to the front lobby. We took one of the hotel’s cars they had apparently provided for him, a Mercedes to be exact. Then we went into the main part of whatever town we were in. We drove by shopping malls and restaurants while I held his hand tightly. When the car came to a stop, we were in front of a place called Carmel-by-the-Sea. Mason parked the car and quickly got out. After he opened my door and helped me out of the passenger’s seat, we walked into the luxury shopping complex.

Then we headed straight for a store I knew he’d been eyeing since we’d walked in.

“Get anything you want,” he said.

My eyes wandered around the store. The walls were lined floor to ceiling with clothes. I slowly walked around and was shocked to find clothes in my size in a place like this in California. But when I picked up a price tag, I almost vomited in my mouth. Seven hundred dollars for a shirt? Was he high?

“Mason, I can’t—”

“Anything you want, Ash,” he said in my ear.

He pressed a kiss to my cheek and started wandering to a wall at the back of the store. There was a part of me that was hoping there was a clearance rack somewhere. The clothes were in the types of styles I enjoyed wearing, but dear god, these prices were absolutely insane.

Women were throwing dozens of pieces of clothing up onto the counter to check out, and the totals were ringing into the tens of thousands of dollars. Every single tag I looked at left me a little more breathless than the last. This was yet another difference that separated Mason and me, but before I could let my mind run away from me, I felt his hand on the small of my back.

“Let me spoil you, Ash. Stop thinking and just do as I ask. Let me do this for you.”

I nodded and let go of the breath I’d been holding. He left my side again to give me some privacy. I decided I only needed two outfits for the rest of the weekend. I picked out a floral-printed dress that hung off my shoulders and would brush around my knees from the wind up on the balcony. I also found a nice pair of leggings and a beautiful tunic that I just couldn’t put down the moment I had picked it up. I looked over at Mason, who was chatting with the front desk attendant. When he pointed over at me, I saw the woman nod.

The woman ventured over to me with a massive smile on her face.

“I just wanted to let you know that Mr. Mason wants you to take your time, and whenever you’re ready, just bring everything to the front. I’ve already got his payment information.”

“Actually, I think I am ready,” I said.

“Then I’ll be happy to help!”

She took the garments from my hands and went on and on about how I had picked their most popular tunic. She talked about how she had one just like it and how she absolutely loved the dress I’d picked out. When we were walking up to the desk, we passed by an entire wall of lingerie that caught my eye.

The woman was still rambling on about whatever it was she was talking about, and Mason was focused on his phone, so I took the opportunity to pull a few pieces of lingerie in my size that I thought he might like. One set was a lacy bra and panty set in a bright orange, and the other was a little lacy teddy with skimpy underwear that would do absolutely nothing to support my tits and was practically see-through.

Oh, and it was red.

I figured red would be a massive hit with him, especially if I put on my lipstick.

I threw them on the counter quickly, and the woman caught what I was doing, so she made quick work of ringing them up and shoving them into the bag. She winked at me, and I smiled back at her. Just as she was handing the bag to me, I felt Mason’s hand on the small of my back again.

“Find anything you liked?” he asked.

“Oh, I think she found plenty.” The woman behind the desk beamed.

“Perfect,” he said.

“So, where are we off to now?” I asked.

“Anywhere you’d like to go,” he said.