“Yes?” he growls.
“Could you…” I smile. “Would you be a dear and get my back? I don’t want to burn.”
His eyes harden, and I almost gasp out loud. My God, that look. My pussy throbs with desire, and I can feel wet heat seeping into my suit as I shiver. He drops his cleaning pole and saunters towards me, his eyes glued to me.
“You’re playing with fucking fire here, Layla,” he growls.
I smile over my shoulder as he stops right behind me. “I’m sure I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I say innocently.
“Yes, you do.”
He steps to my side and plucks the bottle of suntan lotion from the table. He pops the cap, and I suddenly gasp when he drizzles the sun-warmed lotion all over my back. He suddenly steps one leg over the recliner, and I gasp softly as I feel him standing astride me, right over my ass. He leans down, and I moan when his big hands start to rub and massage the lotion into my skin.
It’s the first time he’s really touched me, and the thrill of it has me panting.
His fingers are fucking magic, too, and I bury my lips against my arm to stop myself from moaning. He rubs and massages up and down my back, until finally, without even asking, his hands pluck at the strings tying my top together. I gasp as it pops free, the strings falling to the chair at my sides. I shiver, heat pulsing through me as his hand slides slickly and without impediment up and down my bare skin. Mason lowers himself, and I moan again into my arm as I feel that thick, huge bulge of his press against my ass, shamelessly.
I don’t know what the fuck I think I’m doing, but I know I’m not stopping now.
His oily, slick hands slide up and down my back and my shoulders. They slip down to my sides, and his fingertips just barely brush the sides of my breasts. I swallow thickly, panting as he slides his hands lower to rub my lower back and my hips. My pulse is racing, and my pussy is throbbing between my thighs. I’m dripping wet, and I start to wonder if Mason is actually capable of making me come without even touching my pussy.
His thick erection pulses against my ass, and he slides lower. His hand tease around the edge of my bikini bottoms, driving me wild. He slips a finger barely under the edge a few times, making me thrill at the touch before he slides back up and down my back. But slowly, he makes his way back down, and this time, his fingers find the string ties at the sides of my bottoms, and I stiffen.
“Mason—”
He tugs them loose, and I gasp loudly.
“Whoa, Mason—”
“Don’t want you to burn,” he growls thickly.
I’m panting and shivering as I nod quickly. My skin is on fire for him, and when he starts to peel my bottoms lower off my ass, I close my eyes on a moan. He stops just short of actually pulling them all the way off, and just shy of… well, seeing me. This little strip of material is barely covering my pussy though, and wild desire pulses through me.
Mason’s big slick hands glide over my ass, rubbing the lotion into each tight globe. I moan, and this time, it’s not even hidden. Fuck, I can feel his thick cock so fucking hard against my thigh, and the desire thunders through me.
“Did you say something?” he purrs.
I quickly shake my head. “N—no,” I mumble.
He growls lowly. “You sure?”
His hands slide over my ass, and slowly, the suit begins to fall away from between my legs. I’m panting, my pulse thundering in my ears, and the pulsing ache between my legs screaming to be soothed with his touch. His strong hands glide down over my ass and my thighs, and I feel like I’m about to go insane until suddenly, he plucks the suit in two fingers, and peels it entirely away from me.
Mason growls, savagely, and I can feel his hot gaze on my bare, dripping wet pussy. He’s got me pinned to the recliner, naked, panting, and oiled, and I know in that moment that he could do whatever he wanted to me, and I’d beg for more.
“Mason,” I gasp quietly.
“All you gotta say is please, Layla,” he growls. He moves over me, and I gasp as I feel his bulge hard against my ass and his breath right by my ear, against my neck.
“Say please,” he purrs into my ear, making me whimper. “Say please, and I’ll make this little pussy feel so fucking good.”
“You’re terrible,” I gasp.
“And you’re aching for it,” he grunts. He rocks his hips, and I moan unashamedly as his fat cock grinds against my ass.
“Let me touch that pussy, baby,” he growls. “Say plea—”
“Please!” I choke out, panting. “Mason, please!”