Like it had been waiting for us. The car pulled up to the kerb. Mason held open the door, and I slid onto the seat, then he eased in next to me and pulled me closer to him, lifting my leg so that I was straddling his lap. He caressed each thigh, sliding the hem of my dress slightly higher with each stroke. Looking up at me, his eyes dark with desire, he growled, “you are so fucking beautiful” before slamming his lips back onto mine.
My body gravitated to his like a magnet, his hands guiding me to grind against his hardness. Like a couple of teenagers, we explored each other’s bodies, skirting around the fabric of our clothes. Not wanting to start something, we’d be unable to finish on the short ride back to the hotel.
The driver announced our arrival before either of us were ready for it and we quickly exited the car. Mason cornered me in the lift as we ascended up to his hotel room. Planting kisses along my neck and collarbone, his hands gripping my hips possessively. With my heels on, we were almost the same heightand the thought of what pleasures could be brought from our bodies aligning was heady.
We stumbled out of the lift and Mason fumbled to unlock the door, but when he pulled me into the room, there was no caging me against the wall, no heading straight for the bed. Mason gently took my hand and led me toward the sliding door that opened onto a balcony. He placed my hand on the rail and stood behind me, placing a kiss on the sensitive skin under my earlobe.
“As much as I want to strip you bare and ravage you on my bed,” his breath on my neck sent shivers down my spine. “Tonight is all about giving you the full Vegas experience.”
“No offence, Mason, but I’ve seen the lights of the Strip already.” I pushed my ass back and felt his hard dick straining against his pants. “I want to get to the ‘spend the night with a handsome stranger’ part of this experience.”
“This is not about the Strip, starlight, this about you getting bent over this balcony and calling out my name as you come.” Mason splayed his hands on my hips. “Would you like that? Do you want me to pump my hard cock inside you while you’re out here on display?”
I whimpered. I’d had enough sex in cars to know that I liked that possibility of being caught, being watched. The anonymity of being in this city escalating it.
“Let’s see how ready you are for me.” Mason lifted the hem of my dress, inch by agonising inch, exposing my white lace panties, thankful I’d refused to wear the shapewear my sister had suggested. “Did you wear those pretty little panties just for me? Did you know this was your fate, Destiny?”
My breath hitched as I gave into the fantasy, allowing myself to believe that yes, I dressed myself solely so he could meet me and fuck me senseless.
Mason traced the edge of my underwear, gliding a finger over my seam. “You’re already soaked through. Do you like the idea of me filling this sweet pussy?”
“Yes.” My voice was rough. “I want to feel you deep inside me.”
I felt his hands peel my panties off, gliding them slowly down my legs, my legs faltering as I stepped out of them. He had me worked up, and he’d hardly even touched me. A slight breeze whipped over the balcony, emphasising how exposed I was. Anticipation was high as I waited for his next move. Each sound was amplified.
The single finger gently swirling over my clit was not the move I’d expected, but my pelvis moved of its own accord, pushing against his digit, needing more friction. He slid the finger away from my swollen nub in search of my wet entrance, circling it at an agonising pace.
“Do you want me to plunge my finger inside you?”
I nod. My need had risen to the point that I was almost unable to form words.
“I need to hear you say it, Destiny. Do you want my finger to claim your pussy now?”
“Yes. But I want more than just your finger,” I replied, frustrated by his tease.
“You’ll get it, starlight,” he whispered in my ear, tingles radiating from my neck to the rest of my body. “I need you ready for me and I need to feel you come on my fingers before you milk my cock.”
I didn’t reply, his words amplifying my need.
“Now, I’ll ask you again, starlight, do you want my finger to claim your pussy now?”
“Yes,” I whimpered, and he thrusted his finger inside. “YES!” I moaned as he filled me, pumping in a steady rhythm, the heel of his palm rubbing against my clit. He added a second finger, curling them to make contact with my g-spot.
“So responsive, I think this pussy was made for me,” Mason groaned as he peppered kisses along my neck, his pumps increasing in speed. He was driving me wild. “I want you to scream my name when you come, starlight, I want anyone watching us to know you’re mine.”
With a force I’d never experienced, I convulsed around his fingers, my release spreading through my body like a bushfire. I moaned his name as I climaxed, unsure of the volume as my body melted. His movements inside me slowed, his kisses gentle as he whispered, “that’s my girl.”
I wasn’t usually into a man being possessive in bed, but for this one night, this fantasy, I was all for him claiming me.
As his fingers receded, I whimpered again, already feeling empty.
“Shhhh, I need both hands so I can get the condom out.” He reassured me. “Do you want me to fuck you now, starlight?”
I nodded, then said “yes” knowing that he wanted my words, my consent. Over my shoulder, I watched him pull the wallet out of his pants and grab a condom before placing the wallet back in his pockets. He then unbuckled his belt. Each movement seemed agonisingly slow to my empty channel. He pulled his dress pants and briefs down to his knees in one movement, his thick, hard cock standing to attention.
Mason quickly sheathed himself, then ran his tip along my slit, coating his cock with my juices. “I’m sorry. I don’t think I will last very long this time, but we have all night for me to make it up to you.”
“I’ve already come harder than I have with any other man.”
