“Oh, no, Lennon. I’m just getting started.” As I watch, his free hand—smudged black from holding spare pieces of charcoal—cups my breast, and he lowers his head until he’s able to sweep his flattened tongue over my nipple, which, to my embarrassment, is a hard, pebble-like bud. I shouldn’t like this. I don’t want to like this.
But I so fucking do. Greedy desire claws at me. I want to feel again what he made me feel last night. And I tell myself—if this is what Mason needs, then he can have it.
He laps at me, and I draw in a ragged breath at the onslaught of unanticipated pleasure. With each maddening stroke of his tongue, tension coils in my core. I bring my legs a fraction closer together in an attempt at relieving the building pressure. It doesn’t work at all, and my face heats with the knowledge of how turned on I am.
Mason drops the charcoal on the floor, instead leaving fingerprints all over my breasts. “I want you to remember this. How I touch you. How much you fucking like it.” He takes a moment to lave over the neglected nipple before his hands slide to my neck.
It’s almost exactly how he’d touched me that very first day—only more intimately—leaving dirty streaks on my skin for everyone to see. And if it’s at all possible, my nipples tighten further. My head buzzes with the energy he’s created in this room; this dark, twisted way he wants to use me. My heart plays an irregular staccato beat, thrumming inside my chest like a psychotic drummer. My breath comes so fast, I for sure am panting a bit now, as he stares into my eyes with his dark ones.
“I want to know how wet you are.”
I blink, squirming in his hold. “Mason…”
He huffs out a breath. “But I probably shouldn’t touch you down there with my filthy hands.” He squints carefully at me, then takes my hand and leads me over to a chair near a large canvas he’s clearly been working at. “Leg up.”
I’m so busy looking down at my breasts that are now covered in blotches of black, nipples protruding, needy and rosy pink from his mouth’s attention.Fuck me.Scattered, I hurriedly murmur, “Sorry, what?”
“I said leg up. Hold onto the back of the chair if you need to.” I hesitantly place my foot on the side of the seat, feeling totally exposed, and he grunts with satisfaction. “If I can’t use my fingers, I’ll use my mouth.”
Shock waves vibrate through me, and a hard breath heaves from my lungs. My eyes dart over the features of his face, and I see no lies there. He’s totally going to—
He slides his hands from my waist and over my hips as he gets down on his knees in front of me. A smirk teases at his lips as he breathes out, “Perfect.” His left hand roams back, gripping my ass cheek, and the other—oh god—the other slips under my raised leg, hooking around and grasping the softly rounded part of my upper thigh. He adjusts me to his satisfaction, spreading my stance. A guttural sound emanates from his chest, and he dips down, his tongue flicking over my clit before he sucks eagerly. He’s merciless. Ruthless with the way he strips all control from me with his mouth. I buck in place, pelvis tilting toward him. He looks up at me from under one raised brow, and my cheeks burst with color, a shot of embarrassment fueling their rapidly changing hue.
His grip on my ass and leg tightens, and he forcefully tilts my body to a better angle, allowing him better access. With wicked strokes of his tongue, he licks through my folds. He circles my slit, driving me a little out of my mind.
“Your pussy is dripping down your thighs for me. So fucking wet.”
I can’t. My eyes squeeze shut, which does nothing for my balance. I grip the back of the chair more tightly, hoping I don’t fall over from the sheer pleasure of Mason’s perfect lips on me.
“Look at me,” Mason growls, squeezing handfuls of my flesh.
I exhale sharply at his words, my lower abdomen jerking. But I look. His face glistens with moisture, my juices coating his lips and chin. My mouth is so dry I can’t speak.Holy shit.
“I want you to come all over my face. Give it to me.”
I groan at his filthy words, and throw my head back, breathing hard and trying like hell not to make too much noise.
“Uh-uh. Eyes right here. Look how dirty I’ve made you. You’re so fuckin’ hot. Now be a good girl and ride my face.”
My head spins and spins, and I thread my fingers through his hair, pulling his mouth where I need him. A look of grim satisfaction steals over his features, and he renews his efforts, feasting on my engorged pussy. Every moan that leaves my lips results in a naughty twinkle in his dark eyes, and soon I find it impossible to hold back. “Mase…” His name—albeit a shortened version of it—is wrenched from my mouth as my thighs begin to tremble. “I don’t know if I can hold myself up.” My hand clenches hard in his hair. It has to hurt, but he doesn’t argue, just keeps right on driving me insane with his tongue.
He stops mid-lick to look up at me. With a nod of his head, he’s barking out orders again. “Foot down. Hands on the seat of the chair. Ass in the air.” He moves quickly, spinning me around when I don’t move fast enough. My body humming, I bend forward, flattening my hands on the wooden seat. He applies some pressure to my back, making it dip, and positioning my ass to his liking.
“What—?”
But before I can get the question out, he’s kneeling behind me, hands on both my ass cheeks. He spreads me, a groan rippling from his chest. A split second later, his mouth is on me, and I can say, in my limited experience, that I’ve never had someone go down on me from behind like this. It’s a whole different story. His tongue moves from my clit to my entrance and back again, teasing the hell out of me, all while his hands reflexively grab at my ass. He’s like a wild animal back there, devouring every bit of me. In no time flat, my legs are back to shaking, and I say the most ladylike thing as the orgasm crests, then breaks. “OhmygodohmyfuckMasonfuckingfuck.”
TWENTY-ONE
MASON
Sweet Christ.The taste of Lennon in the throes of passion is unmatched. I bury my face in her cunt as she completely loses it, grinding against my face, whimpering and cursing my fucking name with that filthy-beautiful mouth of hers. Her legs quake so badly that I shift the positioning of my hands, hooking my thumbs at the juncture of her thighs to help hold her in place because with the way her legs are shaking, she’s in danger of collapsing completely in ecstasy.
Easing back, I look over every square inch of her from her tiny puckered asshole to her dripping cunt. This pussy is the stuff dreams are made of. I knew it would be. The scent of her surrounds me like a sex cloud swirling around my head. It makes me weak with want.
My dick has been harder than steel since the moment I began drawing on her silky skin, and my balls ache, heavy with the need to come. I want to watch her face as I fill her up. Make her take every fucking inch. Pound into her until she begs for mercy.
I dive in for more, lapping at all the sensitive, swollen skin of her pretty pussy as she comes back down from her high, a shaky, incoherent complication in my already mixed-up, messy life.
