His lips ran over the shell of my ear. “Your nipples have been hard all night, Claire,” he pinched them lightly for emphasis, “You have no idea how badly I wanted to suck on them in the restaurant, how badly I wanted to lay you out on the table and make a meal of you!”
“No,” I gasped as he sucked the sensitive skin beneath my ear.
His teeth followed his tongue, scraping my sensitive nerve endings. One hand remained on my breast and the other slid forward, away from my ass and to the dampness between my thighs. He pulled the hem of my dress back until the cold air kissed my pussy. He slid his fingers past my panties, spreading me open, and shoving two fingers deep inside me. I screamed, unable to help the pleasure clawing its way out of my throat. He withdrew his fingers, and gently placed me back on the ground, “Get in the car before I fuck you in the street.”
I tore my gaze away from him and gasped as I noticed a couple across the road looking pointedly away from us. It was clear from their body language they’d been watching. Embarrassment flooded me. Why the hell couldn’t I keep the slightest bit of sense around him? “Don’t worry, baby, they loved it,” he smacked my ass, then grabbed my hand and helped me into the car.
“Can we go to your place tonight?” He smoothly pulled out into traffic and I made a little noise of assent. Butterflies flipped in my stomach. I was finally going to slake the raging desire within me and despite the doubts I had about his past, I knew tonight would be unforgettable.
He parked down the block, and we walked the path together. The silence between us pulsed with the tension of what was to come. When we reached my apartment, I unlocked the door, and pushed it open, satisfied that the cooling temperature made it work better.
My hips swayed in an exaggerated dance, begging his eyes to follow. “Make yourself comfo—” the words never finished leaving my lips. His mouth collided with mine, smothering me in an intense kiss. His fingers tangled in my hair, pulling tight enough to secure me at the edge of pain. My hands instinctively went to his chest to support me and feel the defined muscles under the fine fabric.God, this man is just too sexy.
He inspected my tongue with his own, before tipping my head to the side and tasting the tender skin beneath my ear, down my neck, and across my shoulder. I gasped wildly, my skin raising in pleasurable goosebumps. My arms wrapped around his neck, trying desperately to twist into his hair, but it was still too short to grip.
He untwined my fingers and returned them to my sides, and slid the straps of my dress over my shoulders and out of his way. The fabric rubbing against me added to the lushness of the sensation. He bit down on my shoulder, making me cry out in surprise, and planted little nibbles along my jaw. My greedy fingers moved to his waistband, undoing his belt as quickly as I could. He made a low noise of admonishment in his throat and tugged my hands away.
I wasn’t having that. Dropping to my knees in front of him, his look of shock was almost as delicious as his body. My intrepid fingers finished the belt and popped open the button on his slacks. He grabbed me under my arms to pull me back up and continue things at his pace. “Please?” I pouted at him, and to my surprise, he relented.
With a triumphant grin, I dove into his underwear and lifted his hard cock into my hands. I pumped the length of his shaft a few times, watching his perfect face for a reaction. When he gave me none beyond the heated look in his eyes as he stared me down, I took it as a challenge. I pushed his pants and boxers down his legs, touching his muscular thighs. His cock sprang free. The pictures didn’t do him justice. My hand in his trousers wrapped around him didn’t do him justice. Mason’s cock was huge, thick, and downright magnificent.
My pussy twitched in fear and desire as I mentally calculated how I would fit it all inside of me. I leaned forward, placing soft kisses and licks on his thighs. He tasted like salt and sin. I sunk my teeth into his delicious skin, overwhelmed by an urge to consume him. He groaned, the sound coming from deep in his chest. Mason’s bites did something unspeakable to me, and it seemed mine had a similar effect on him. He liked it rough too.
My hands wrapped around his achingly heavy cock, stroking him a few times before my lips enveloped the tip.Mm, God, he’s delicious.I moaned outright, swept up in the indulgent feel of him on my tongue. I was right about just one of his tips solving nearly all of my problems. Mason grunted as I sucked hard, and hungrily licked away each drop of pre-cum bubbling out of him. Control is great, but a willing mouth sucking the life out of you is better.
I stared him down as I relaxed my esophagus to the best of my abilities and hollowed my cheeks, pulling him to the depths of my throat. I gagged around him and tears pricked in my eyes, but the satisfaction in his green ones as he met mine was too good to pass up. My muscles spasmed as I tried to pull him in deeper, revolting against the intrusion. Tears rolled down my cheeks and spit dripped down my chin.
Indecision warred in his gaze as I felt his cock swell impossibly harder and pulse with his impending orgasm. His hand brushed gently against my cheek, sweeping away the tears. “You want to swallow my cum, baby?” I nodded frantically, my jaw and throat aching from the intrusion. He gripped his fists in my hair, pulling just the way he already knew I liked, fucking my eager mouth, groaning, rough and loud. He didn’t break eye contact for even a moment as he spilled his hot load and I swallowed every drop.
He stepped back, kicking off his shoes and the clothes still bunched around his ankles. “Fuck, Claire. That was unexpected.” He pulled me up and onto my feet, kissing me forcefully. The juices streaming down my thighs only picked up pace as he tasted himself on me.
“Haven’t you figured it out by now, Mason? I’m entirely unexpected.” The words were meant to be teasing, but the depth of feeling in his eyes surprised me.
“Truer words…” he murmured as he turned me around, pulling the length of my body against his. I was pleasantly surprised to find his erection pressed into my ass, not as hard as when we began, but he would be there soon.Fuck me, he reloads quickly.
His hands gripped my hips, and he bit a line from the nape of my neck down my back. I whimpered as I pushed into him with violent need, grinding into his cock that hardened further by the second, practically begging to take him inside me. He pulled me against him harder, helping me gyrate on his exposed cock. “Do you know how tempting you are?” His teeth closed around my earlobe.
“No clue.” I meant to sound cheeky and teasing, but the breathy desperation in my voice ruined the effect. Little puffs of air tingled my skin as he laughed.
He slid his hands up my stomach and gripped my breasts. “Do you know how many times I fucked my fist to the pictures you sent me of these?” He dipped his fingers into the dress, tracing the lacy lingerie before pulling each of my breasts up and out of the cups. He pinched my nipples and gently rolled them between his fingers.
“No,” the word escaped me with a garbled cry.
“And this...” he left one hand on my nipple and moved the other beneath the hem of my dress, cupping my pussy, “Claire, do you have any idea how crazy the thought of this has made me?”
“I know how many times I came thinking about you.” The surprised gasp he let out was like gasoline on my libido. I ground myself into his grip, silently begging him to push my panties aside and finish the job he started months ago. He rubbed my clit through the fabric. “Please, Mason,”
“Please, what, Claire?”
“Fuck me.”
“Right here? With nothing supporting you and nothing to hold on to? Or should I bend you over the back of the couch and slip your sweet pussy over my cock? Should we take our clothes off or would that take too long, dirty girl?” I moaned in response as the tension in my body and the rhythm set by his fingers took over.
He led me over to the back of the couch. His powerful hands unzipped my dress, letting it pool at my feet, before gently pushing me against it until my ass rested on the hard ridge supporting the cushions. He slid his palms over my body, admiring my skin. My breasts still sat propped on top of my bra, and my juices dripped past my panties. The hungry look in his eyes burned away any touch of self-consciousness.
He trailed his fingers along my hips, then slipped them into my underwear and pulled them down my legs. My heels stayed on my feet as he used his knee to spread my thighs. I held onto the couch for dear life as he dropped in front of me and inhaled. “Do you like her?”
“I’m not sure yet. Let’s see if this pussy tastes as good as she looks. Spread her open for me.” he commanded, holding my thighs to keep me from tipping backward. I did as he asked, heat rising in my cheeks at how exposed I was. With one feral grunt, his mouth was on me. His tongue worked against my clit, followed by a little bite.