His eyes glitter in response. “Changed my mind.”
My stomach bottoms out as he sets me back on the passenger side.
“You’re giving me one,” he adds, and I watch as he pulls his cock out of his jeans.
My mouth drops open. It looks angry. Hard. And I want it.
“Yeah. Stretch that jaw out, Amelia. Stretch it good, because your smart mouth is about to be stuffed full of your mate’s cock. Get your jeans off, now, and get on your knees.”
I oblige with the jeans (after kicking my Toms off my feet) and though it is a teensy bit awkward to do in the front of the truck, I manage. When the jeans and shoes are on the floormat, he crooks his finger to beckon me, and I stretch forward over that console and wrap my mouth around his cock with my ass up in the air.
God, I hope nobody sees us.
Or maybe I don’t even care.
Who am I right now?
I’ve got a mouth full of Mason. He growls in response to my suction. I look up and he’s staring down at me slack-jawed, glittery-eyed, and just when I think he couldn’t be any more fucking sexy, he fists my ponytail, flexing his bicep.
I twirl my tongue around the tip and then take him deep.
“Fuck,” he growls, lets go of my ponytail and then fingertips move down my back and slip inside my underwear.
Thick, warm fingers glide down between my ass cheeks, then slide up, directly inside my dripping-wet core.
I make a sound of approval with a mouth full of him. He pumps his fingers in and out a few times and then something is breaching my butthole. Oh. This again. He did this before and I liked it. A lot. No guy has even tried this on me before Mason.
I like it this time, too. I reposition just a little to get a slightly more comfortable angle, and cup his balls as I go deep again.
“Fuck yeah, baby. Suck.”
I oblige, going harder.
“Bob a little,” he orders.
I do that, too for a couple minutes.
“I need inside you. Come ride me.”
He pulls my hair back and I release him from my mouth with a pop sound before he brings me, by the hips, to his lap. Mason yanks my undies to the side, and then he’s slamming inside me.
Fuck yes, this is good. So good.
Fingers go between my legs, circling my clit as I bounce up and down, hanging onto his sexy shoulders. Yes… he is going to give me an orgasm, too.
“Gimme that mouth,” he orders and then we’re kissing.
“You’d better stop gloating, baby,” he warns.
I try to neutralize my expression, whatever it says, but I don’t think it helps, because he growls again.
Fucking hot.
Mason can kiss. He really can. Between the soft, strong lips, the tongue talent, and the sounds he makes, my super-alpha is super-hot. I continue riding him and he continues playing between my legs with his right hand. When his left hand snakes under my shirt, rips the cup of my bra down and then he adds in nipple stimulation, I’m a goner.
I’m already coming when the vibrations start inside me from his pulsing knot and as whimpers come out of my mouth, he continues lapping at my tongue with his, twisting my nipple a little and keeping at my clit.
I cry out, loud, feeling his hot cum fill me.
A minute later, he’s holding my boobs, mouth at that amazing spot on my neck, groaning, “Wildberry.”
We’re both lax and just stay still for a minute.
“If you’re coming the whole time you’re fucking me, how do you know when you’re coming?” I ask.
He laughs.
“I mean, sometimes, not every time, but sometimes it feels like you’re ejaculating the whole time.”
I lift up. His hands leave my boobs and his fingers intertwine with mine. He first brings my left hand to his mouth for a kiss on my index knuckle, then he’s kissing my right hand, this time on the center of my palm.
“I mean, if you’re hard and coming and coming and coming and still hard and then coming again, how does that even work?”
“There’s one sensation inside you, another when I knot. It keeps going until the knot deflates, then changes. When it slows down to nothing but a pleasant feeling like the beginning and I slowly go soft, I know I’m done. Though sometimes, I get hard again immediately, and I get more.”
“Sounds like wolf shifters get much more potent orgasms than human men,” I observe.
“It’s good to be me,” he says with a shrug and a smile.
“Is our fight over?” I ask.
His expression darkens and he looks pissed off again.
“I’m sorry,” I whisper and then I kiss him.
He grabs my face and stares into my eyes. The darkness is gone.
“I love you,” he says, a fierceness in his tone that is unmistakable. I don’t think he’s angry any longer.