Chapter 28
Mason
I hadn’t expected to see Lara tonight and was so glad she called. It had been almost a week since I had seen her and I was suffering a serious case of blue balls. Last night, the phone sex had been hot and heavy. It had left me hard and in pain. I had a feeling she was a little tipsy now, but it wasn’t like we’d never had sex before. I didn’t feel like I was taking advantage of her in the slightest.
Knocking, I felt slightly out of breath. I had rushed down the hall, anxious to see her. She pulled open the door, and I nearly came right in my pants.
“Holy fuck,” I whispered.
She gave me a sexy smile and held out her arms, one hand holding a glass of wine as she slowly turned around, giving me a full view of her outfit.
“Do you like it?” she asked as I walked in.
Grabbing her, I kissed her long and intently, tasting the wine on her lips. My cock was so hard, I felt as if it would tear through my jeans. I wanted the thing off her, but I also wanted it on.
“You’re so beautiful. Sexy and gorgeous. I just want to fuck you all night long, Lara,” I murmured against the silky flesh of her neck.
I made my way down to cup her breasts that were pushed up by a leather corset-looking thing. Her bare breasts spilled over the top. All I wanted to do was bury myself in her cleavage.
“My wine,” she murmured.
I took the glass from her and walked to the kitchen to set it down. She followed me, her hands running down my back and squeezing my butt.
I deposited it on the counter and spun around to pull her against me. “I want you so bad it hurts.”
“Good. I want you, too.”
I kissed her and reached for the strip of condoms I had grabbed and stuffed in my back pocket before coming up to her condo.
Her hands were working the button and fly of my jeans, and the second my cock sprang free, I moaned. The restraint of my jeans was brutal. I reached around and grabbed my dick, stroking it while I kissed her.
“Hold on, baby, hold on,” I said, pulling away from her and stepping out of my jeans while I ripped open the condom.
She snatched the condom out of my hand and tossed it across the room. “No! I want you to get me pregnant. Don’t wear that.”
It was as if ice water had been dumped over my head. My dick jerked and started to shrink right in my hand.
Dammit.
“Lara, I’m not going to do that. You’re drunk, and you aren’t thinking clearly,” I said, trying to sound reasonable and not judgmental.
“Fuck me, Mason. It isn’t like we haven’t done it before without protection. Please,” she whimpered.
“This isn’t the way I want to do this, Lara,” I said, feeling a little exposed standing there naked below the waist.
I couldn’t have sex with her in good conscience now—unless she let me slide that condom on.
“Mason, you offered. I’m accepting now.”
“God, Lara. I want you so bad right now. I’ll wear a condom. If you still want the old-fashioned baby-making method, we can try again. Trust me, I am more than willing to try many, many times.”
She grabbed the wine off the counter, took a long drink, and put the glass down. If I hadn’t been half naked and incredibly horny, I would have run out the front door when she looked at me as if I were her next meal.
I didn’t run. She jumped on me. My response was instinctual. I wrapped my arms around her waist. Her legs went around mine and her mouth came down on mine. In an instant, my dick was hard and pulsing. Her body was moving up and down mine. It was then that I discovered the black panties I had barely gotten to look at were crotchless.
“Dammit, Lara.” I groaned, giving in to my body’s demands.
I used one hand to grab my dick and rubbed it over her clit. She groaned low in her throat before rising and sliding back down, this time impaling herself on me. She was hot, wet, and grinding against me, bringing me more pleasure than I had ever experienced.
I walked to the living room with her straddling my dick. With one smooth move, I lifted her off and away from me and pushed her down onto the couch where I planned to fuck her hard and slow, repeatedly.
“No,” she moaned. “I—”
I stopped her from talking by kissing her. I plunged my tongue into her mouth, swirled it around, and pulled out, licking her lips before nibbling her lower lip. In another fast move, I stood and yanked my shirt over my head. Her hands immediately came up to my waist. I bent forward, and she started rubbing and squeezing my pecs. My fingertips ran down her arms and then to her tiny waist, cinched in the very lovely corset she was wearing. I dropped my mouth to her nipples and teased one and then the other.
I sucked one into my mouth, hard, and then softly while my hands ran over her thighs, gently spreading them open as I did.
“I like this outfit,” I said, my tongue swirling around her jutting nipple.
“I bought it for you. I wanted to look sexy for you,” she said, leaning away from me.
Her eyes held mine as her splayed hands ran over her middle before she cupped her own breasts. I watched in awe as she ran a finger over her nipple. Her mouth dropped open as both her hands massaged her own breasts and then pinched each nipple.
I couldn’t move. I was mesmerized. She dropped one of those perfectly plump breasts and ran her hand back down her middle, directly to her core. My eyes followed her hand, staring at the place where she was slowly moving her hand over herself.
She made a soft mewing sound that brought my eyes back up to her face. Her mouth formed a small O, and I could feel my dick weeping. I wanted to take her, but she wasn’t finished with her seduction.
“Do it, Lara.”
Her head dropped forward, her chin touching her chest as she looked down at herself. The crotchless panties framed her entrance. I watched as she slid her finger down her center. She gasped, and I nearly dropped to my knees in front of her.
She rubbed a circle with one finger before sliding the same finger inside her. Her head popped up, and my eyes jerked away from where her finger was moving in and out of her to hold hers. It was the most erotic scene I had ever witnessed. I couldn’t sit back and watch another second. I had to be in her.
I dropped to my knees, jerked her finger out of her pussy, and licked it before sucking it into my mouth. I spread her legs wider and dove in. Her sweet pussy was dripping, and I took it upon myself to lap it all up.
“Mason,” she moaned. She was panting, and her legs twitched against my head. I ran one hand over the silky stockings and massaged her thigh while I worked her pussy over with my tongue. I pushed my tongue in, focusing on that sensitive nub. When she jerked away, I followed her and drank in her orgasm as she writhed and cried out my name above me.
I grabbed her, pulling her to the ground on top of me, pushing into her as I did. Her slick pussy swallowed my dick in one easy thrust.
“There,” I grunted when her body slammed against mine. “Ride me, Lara.”
She smiled and pushed her body against mine, rocking back and forth over my dick. Her hands were on my chest, her nails cutting small half-moons into the skin over my ribs. The combination of pleasure and pain was making me crazy.
Her body started rocking faster, jerking me with the force. Her knees dug into my sides as she bucked against me.
I grabbed her hips and pulled her back and forth over my dick with such rapid speed and force I felt as if I was going to pass out when the orgasm tore through me with such violence that my legs cramped up.
“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” I heard myself yelling as she collapsed against my chest, her pussy squeezing my dick in the sweetest vice.
“Oh, oh, oh,” she mumbled against my chest before bolting upright and rocking over me as her own orgasm hit.
Once her body was drained, she fell onto my chest again.
“Holy hell,” I muttered. “You damn near killed me.”
She giggled. “The feeling is mutual.”
I ran my fingers up and down her back. As much as I liked the corset, I wanted to feel her skin against mine.
“Can we take this off now? I love it, but I want your skin against me.”
She sat up, undid a few fasteners, and the thing popped open, her breasts springing free.
She rolled to the side and unclipped the clasps connected to her stockings.
“I like this. I want you to wear this every night,” I told her, kissing her forehead.
She laughed again. “It wouldn’t be nearly as sexy if you saw me in it all the time.”
“Then we need to get more. One for every night of the week,” I declared.
There was a long pause, neither of us addressing the elephant in the room. I couldn’t stand the awkward silence another second.
“What was that about? I’m not complaining, but it was a complete one-eighty from last week.”
I heard her choke out a sob and quickly rolled to my side to face her. “What’s wrong? Is this because of the test earlier? Lara, you can’t give up hope.”
She shook her head and waved a hand in front of her face. “No, it isn’t that. I mean it is a little, but not entirely. Brian and Kali are having a baby,” she sobbed.
“What?” I asked in complete shock. “I thought they just started seeing each other.”
“They did a couple weeks ago. She got pregnant the first time they had unprotected sex. How does that work? How is that fair? I’ve had sex with you several times without any protection and not gotten pregnant. I even got sperm shot up my vagina and it didn’t take. Am I broken? Is it even possible for me to get pregnant?”
“Shh,” I said, wrapping her in my arms. “You were pregnant before. You have to relax. Stress can affect your ability to get pregnant. Give yourself a break. You are pushing yourself too hard. You have time, Lara. Relax and let nature take its course.”
She wiped her eyes, then sat up and looked at me. “I still want to try with you. You are fertile, right?”
I almost choked on my own spit. I could safely say I had never been asked that question in my life until Lara came back into it. Now, my ability to impregnate her had been questioned twice. I was going to develop a complex.
“I don’t know. I haven’t technically checked, but I think I should be able to try before I have my sperm counted. Don’t you?”
The way she looked at me told me she was seriously considering it. She burst out laughing, and I breathed a sigh of relief.
“Fine, but if you don’t knock me up soon, I’m moving on to the next sperm donor.”
I sat up, shaking my head. This had to have been the weirdest conversation I had ever had in my life.