“Mason…”
“Layla.”
“Those are mine,” I croak.
“So you are there in your bathroom,” he purrs. “And yeah, I know they are. That’s why I took them.”
I blush, my whole body shaking with forbidden desire.
“Why did you take them?”
His jaw clenches, and he growls lowly into the phone. “Because they smell like you, Layla,” he grunts. “Because they smell like your perfume, and like that sweet little pussy between your thighs that you were touching earlier.”
My jaw drops, my face burns like it’s been singed by fire, and I gasp sharply. “Mason!” I blurt. “This is very inappropriate!”
He shrugs, still smirking. “And?”
“And? And we can’t do this! And we’re not having this conversation!”
“So hang up,” he growls. “Hang up, because I’m just going to keep having this conversation.”
“Mason—”
“And I’m going to do more than talk, Layla,” he grunts. He drops my panties and slides his free hand into his boxers. I moan when I see him holding himself—squeezing, and slowly stroking—and from his grin, I know he hears me.
“Mason,” I whisper.
“Come closer,” he growls. “To the window.”
“No, I’m…” I swallow. “I was getting ready to take a bath.”
“Good,” he hisses, his voice tight. “Even more reason.”
“Mason—”
“Step to the window, Layla,” he growls the command, and I swear my body reacts like he’s just touched me. Shaking, I step towards the big windows of my bathroom, until the lights from my garage and his backyard illuminate me in a hazy glow. Mason groans, and his hand moves a little faster in his boxers.
“Show me,” he growls darkly. “Take your towel off and show me.”
I blush fiercely and shake my head. “No, Mason—”
“I’ll show you mine if you show me yours.”
I blush deeply, gasping.
“But then,” he drawls. “I think you’ve already seen mine, haven’t you?”
My breath catches, and he grins. “You were spying on me, weren’t you Layla?”
“Mason, I don’t know what you think—”
“Dirty girl,” he purrs, and I instantly whimper.
He hooks his thumb over the waist of his boxers, and he starts to tug them down. They slide down the grooves of his hips, and I gasp as my eyes tease over the little trail of hair from his navel down lower. The fat root of his cock slides into view, and my pussy throbs between my legs. He tugs even more, and more, letting me see inch after thick inch of his big cock, until finally, he pulls them all the way down, and it springs free. Mason’s heavy cock slaps against his abs, and I instantly moan.
“Oh shit,” I whisper.
He grins, and he starts to stroke himself. He squeezes, and the swollen crown flares, dripping precum over his head and down over his fingers, and it’s possibly the hottest thing I’ve ever seen in my life.