by Ella Frank
Lena felt her eyes slide close as she started to rock against his hand. His other hand gripped her ass and pulled her up against his arousal. She lowered her head and bit his bottom lip as she let both her hands go down and wedge between their bodies. He groaned when her fingers slipped past his boxers and finally touched bare skin.
Mason wasn’t sure how long he was going to be able to hold on. Her warm little hands had now burrowed down between their tight straining bodies and were stroking his hard cock. He groaned loudly and thrust his hips up, pushing himself into her grip. She seemed to get the picture because she wrapped all ten of her fingers around him and squeezed tight. Then as her mouth devoured his, she stroked him up and down, all the while raising herself on her knees so she could rock on his fingers that were now wet, hot, and knuckle-deep inside of her. She gasped and let her head fall back, crying his name. “Mason!”
He looked at her as she tilted her head back down to stare at him. He removed his hands, grabbed the hem of her shirt, and then arched a brow. “Time for this to go.”
Unfortunately for him, she had to remove her hands for him to get rid of her shirt but in the end he figured he benefited from the sacrifice because Dr. Lena O’Donnell was now straddling his thighs in nothing but a pair of blue panties. She didn’t give him long to look, though, because the minute her shirt hit the ground she was back, lips against lips, tongue against tongue, and those amazing hands down his pants. She moaned and pushed the fabric out of her way, gently pulling him up and out of his boxers until she’d freed him. She sat back, her bare breasts like an invitation, but she wasn’t in the mood for slow—she was in the mood for fast and if he were being honest, he could get to those beauties later.
Right now, what he wanted was right “There,” he moaned, running his fingers across her cotton-covered mound.
She groaned and pushed against his fingers as she stroked him in her hands. Her eyes were running all over him and she looked like she was ready to eat every little inch of him.
“I want in there,” he whispered and her eyes closed as he slipped his finger in the leg of her panties and ran a finger across her wet clit.
“Fuck me,” she moaned, falling forward and resting her hands against the back of the couch. Her hips ground down and his hips thrust up as he whispered across her mouth.
“Well, that was the plan.” He paused and then bit her lip until her eyes opened. When their eyes were locked, he finished, “But since you’re on top, maybe you should do the honors.”
Looking down between their bodies, she took one hand off the back of the couch and gripped his throbbing cock at the base. Mason groaned deep and low in the back of his throat, as her eyes moved back to him and she smiled in a way that told him she knew what he wanted and only she could give it to him, she had that fucking right.
Never taking his eyes from her, he pulled the leg of her panties to the side and licked his lips. She rose up on her knees, putting her breasts right in front of his mouth. He couldn’t help but flick his tongue across one of the peaked red tips and he was glad that when he did he felt her thighs clench and her breath suck in. Gripping him tight, she started to lower herself down and he felt her warm wet juices kiss the head of his aching cock and right before he lost his mind, he remembered to ask, “Lena?”
Her eyes blinked through the sensual haze she was in and he watched as they focused on him. She rocked her hips back and forth, dragging him through her wetness and teasing herself.
“Yeah?” she panted.
Closing his eyes for a minute, he calmed himself enough to ask, “Do I need to get protection? There’s one in my wallet.”
Grinning at him, she stroked his cock through her folds one last time and whispered against his mouth, “Only if you want to, but I’m on the pill. It regulates me. So it’s up to you.”
She chose right then to squeeze him with her hand and leaned down and whispered in his ear, “But I’d love to feel you hot and hard inside of me, bare.”
Groaning at that, he pushed his hips up and nodded his answer as he pulled her down, finally impaling her with his aching cock.
Moaning loudly, Lena let out a long breath as she felt Mason slide deep inside her. His hands were on her hips and hers were now resting on his chest. Her eyes flicked open to look at him as he sat dead still except for the throb that was thrumming deep inside her like a second heartbeat. She tipped her head back, letting her hair fall down, and watched his eyes rove over her.
“You’re so beautiful, Lena.” His hips twitched and he moved a little and she gasped and clamped her legs tight against his thighs. “Trust me, you’re definitely a fantasy.”
Smiling down at him, she rocked forward once and he groaned harshly in his throat. She noticed a vein on the side of his neck throb. His eyelids lowered and he watched her through lust-filled eyes. Gripping the couch tight behind him, she rocked again and when his hands came up to grip her hips to get her to move, she moaned and placed her mouth by his ear.
“God!” she groaned as she rocked her hips against his pelvis, riding his cock up and down while progressively getting faster with each thrust. His fingers gripped an ass cheek each and started to pull her up and down as she held onto the couch and let her head fall back, enjoying getting pounded from below. She watched the muscles of his abdomen ripple with each thrust into her, and she gritted her teeth as she bore down and rubbed her clit on his pelvis, screaming his name as an orgasm tore through her. He held tight, thrust once more into the tight grip of her wet core, and wrapped his arms around her back as he released all his earlier anger and now all of his pent-up desire into this sexy woman.
Lena was slumped forward with her head resting in the crook of Mason’s shoulder as they recovered on the couch. She could feel him taking slow deep breaths—in, then out. Smiling to herself, she reached up and placed a hand over his heart, feeling it pulse against her hand, and for the first time in nine years, she felt utterly content.
“I have never felt anything as amazing as I just felt inside you,” Mason told her kissing, her on her forehead.
She scooted up a little and returned the kiss on his chin. “And you felt amazing in there.” She paused and then whispered, “Thank you.”
“For what?” he asked, softly stroking a big hand down her back.
“For making me so happy. For coming over and yelling at me tonight,” she said, grinning at him.
“Hey, I was being assertive, not yelling.”
“You were yelling, Langley. You were mad.”
He swatted her on the ass and then chuckled. “I was mad.” He paused and then flipped her so her back was flat on the couch and he was propped up over her. “When you hung up on me I even threw my phone.”
Lena bit her bottom lip and winced a little. “Did it break?”
He shook his head and leaned down, pressing a kiss to her nose. “No, but my temper finally broke. I don’t know what happened to me. All I knew was that I needed to get over here and make you see how wrong you were.”
She brought her hand up and cupped his cheek, leaning up to press a kiss to his mouth. “You did.”
“So you’ll stop running and talk to me when there’s a problem?”
Nodding, Lena lay her head back down and then raised her eyes to him as she rubbed up against him. “There’s one immediate problem I feel that needs rectifying.”
Grinning, he pushed his hard erection against her and raised a brow. “Is there?”
She reached down between their bodies and took him in her hands, squeezing him gently.
“Oh, yeah,” she moaned and smiled as he proceeded to rectify the problem.
Chapter Nineteen
”A picnic?” Lena asked as she stood in her kitchen the next morning in Mason’s black work shirt. He, on the other hand, was sitting at her kitchen table in his boxers—only his boxers.
“Yeah, you know, the activity where you take some food and a blanket, find a nice grassy spot in a park, sit down, and stuff
your face.”
She lifted her mug of coffee and took a sip. “I know what a picnic is, Langley.”
“Well, you’re the one who asked as though it were a question.”
“No. I was actually trying to ascertain whether you were serious or not.”
He arched a brow and then crossed his arms over his chest. Lena couldn’t help it; her eyes dropped to his biceps as he answered.
“Of course I’m serious. Why wouldn’t I be? A picnic is one of the most relaxing things you can do.” He paused and then sat up, leaning the arms she was currently drooling over on the table. “You have gone on a picnic before, haven’t you?”
Placing the coffee on the counter, she reached behind herself and hitched onto it. She crossed her legs and took immense satisfaction in watching his eyes travel down them. Reaching over to grab the coffee, she picked it back up and took another sip.
“Yes I’ve been on a picnic,” she told him with a deadpan expression.
He grinned. “Oh yeah? When?”
“Ahh,” she said, pretending to think about it. “When I was about four.”
“What? Wow, Lena, that’s a crying shame.”
Sighing, she shook her head. “No, you know what’s a crying shame?”
“What’s that?”
Running her eyes over him, she said over the rim of her coffee mug, “That you’re all the way over there.”
Chuckling, he leaned back slowly, splaying his thighs apart and giving her an awesome view.
“Are you trying to get me to come closer, Lena?”
“If you need me to spell it out, then y-e-s.”
He stood and walked over to her, placing his hands on either side of her hips, then leaned in and kissed the tip of her nose. “You look really good in my work shirt.”
Putting the mug down, she wrapped her arms around his neck and then moved in to whisper against his mouth, “Maybe I should get a job there?”
“Yeah? I’ll put in a good word with the boss.”
“Really? Do you think it’ll help?” she asked in a sultry tone.
Leaning back with her arms still wrapped around him, she smiled. “I heard he’s a bit of a ladies’ man. Think I could try my hand at, you know?”
Arching a brow, he shook his head with a frown. “Whatever do you mean, Miss O’Donnell? Are you implying that you could maybe sleep your way to the top?”
Before she even realized she did it, Lena giggled. Even Mason seemed shocked because his mouth curved up into the most delightful smile she’d ever seen. His dimples came out and winked at her and she couldn’t help but lean in and kiss them. She flicked each one with her tongue quickly and then sat back.
“You make me happy,” she whispered unexpectedly.
Expecting him to come back with some oversized ego-promoting comment, she was humbled to hear him admit, “I’m glad.”
Two hours later, Mason was walking across the street with Lena and had her hand firmly clasped in his. There was a beautiful park across from her condo and it ran around Lake Michigan, which made it the perfect spot for a picnic.
He’d quickly run home to change into some black basketball running shorts and a Cubs hoodie. Then he’d made a quick run to the grocery store, picking up some deli sandwiches and a cheap bottle of white wine. When he arrived and knocked on Lena’s door, she’d greeted him with a kiss and a smile and now they were walking down a path and around a small playground. Today she’d tied her hair up in a loose ponytail and had thrown on some grey leggings and a purple hoodie. All in all, she looked the most relaxed he’d ever seen her—well, other than last night. She turned to smile at him and he felt his heart clench and he tried to remind himself to slow the hell down. He was barreling along in this relationship, pushing not only his limits but hers as well and he had a feeling if he didn’t slow down and watch for signals, he would push just a little too far and she’d disappear. However, right now in this moment, he was going to soak in her pleasure and try very hard to give her the best damn day of her life.
“How about here?” he suggested, stopping under a huge oak tree.
“Looks good to me.”
“Good. Now help me spread the blanket.”
Taking one edge from him, she smiled. “Bossy one, aren’t you, Langley?”
“Well, of course. How else do you think I’d be able to run my place like a well-oiled machine?”
She crouched down, pulling the edge taut and then crawling onto the blanket to sit on one corner. He put down the plastic bag that held the food and then walked around the blanket, kicked his shoes off, and crouched down beside her.
“Geez Langley, the blanket’s huge. Do you need to be on top of me?”
His eyes twinkled with mischief as he grinned and kissed her quickly, “Well, I would get on top of you but there are kids around. Behave yourself, Lena.”
He sat back, reaching for the bag. She playfully slugged him in the arm. “Ha, ha.”
Looking back over at her, he winked. “Plus, the whole point of a picnic date is to sit or lie down with the person you bring and make out a little.”
Laughing, she smiled. “Is that right? Here I was thinking it was all about eating out in the fresh air and enjoying the weather.”
“Well, yeah, there’s that too, but why not enjoy the food and the weather and the making out?”
“Let’s start with the eating. I’m starving.”
“That’s because you had a hard workout last night.”
Watching her, he noticed a slight flush creep over her cheeks. “Or just something hard?” she whispered.
“Oh, look at you flirting with me! And dirty flirting. I like you, Lena O’Donnell.”
She took the sandwich he passed to her and unwrapped it. “Well, thank God for that, all things considered.”
He looked closely at her when he asked, “So have you liked everyone you’ve been with?”
Her eyes came up to meet his and she raised a quick brow. “Have you?”
Taking a bite of his sandwich, he nodded, “Yeah, pretty much. I’m not a guy to dislike anyone quickly. As you know, I’m pretty much easygoing.”
“Except with me?”
Nodding, he chewed. “Yes, except with you.”
He watched her take a bite and chew quietly. Then she looked at the bag. “Any drinks in there?”
He pulled out the wine and she started laughing.
“What?” Mason asked.
Giggling, she looked at him. “I just can’t believe Mason Langley, owner of the hottest dining experience in Chicago, is about to serve me a four-dollar bottle of wine.”
“I’ll have you know that out of all the fine wines to choose from in the grocery store, this happens to be the finest.”
Nodding, she grinned. “I’m sure it’ll be amazing.”
Unscrewing the lid, he poured her a cup and passed it over. She took it, looking at the paper cup.
“Not a word,” he said softly.
She tipped the wine up to her lips, taking a sip. He watched her swallow and a second later, she pulled a face that had him laughing so hard he almost fell backwards.
“That bad?”
“Awful, Langley, truly awful. Do not drink that. It will horrify your mouth.”
Chuckling, he replied, “Of course. Why do you think I gave you the first cup?”
Lena felt herself grinning like a fool. After she’d swallowed the wine and almost spat it out, she’d watched him cork it up and throw it off to the edge of the blanket. He scooted back until he was leaning against the tree, and then patted his lap.
“Come here. Lay your head down Lena. Relax with me.”
Crawling across the blanket, she followed his steady gaze. When she reached him, she leaned in and pressed a kiss against his mouth. He slowly parted his lips but instead of deepening the kiss, she nipped his mouth gently and then pulled back to lie down, flipping onto her back and resting her head against his thigh. Looking up at the green leaves above her, she felt the sun
warming her face and then smiled, closing her eyes.
“This was a good idea,” she told Mason with a smile.
She felt his hand come up and tug gently on her hair tie. Lifting a little, she pulled it free and felt him spread her hair out so he could run his hands over it. “It was. You need to relax.”
“What about you, don’t you need it too? Your life is pretty stressful.”
“Yeah, I guess it is, but I’m good at letting it go.”
“Oh, and I’m not?”
He looked down at her. “You’re tense right now,” he stressed to her. She frowned at him as he reached out to trace the line between her eyes.
“Stop frowning, Lena, you’ll get wrinkles. Lean on me and relax,” he invited gently.
“Okay, then. So Langley, can I ask you something without you getting mad at me?”
She felt him laugh. “You’re the only person who’d ever say that to me.”
“Really?”
“Yep, guess you’re the only woman I’ve gotten mad at.”
Thinking about that, she stated, “I don’t think that’s exactly a good thing.”
He ran a hand over her hair. “Actually, it is. My dad once told me that one day I’d meet someone who drives me so crazy I want to strangle her and yet never would because I can’t bear for her to be gone. Well, that’s when I’ll know I’ve met a woman worth keeping.”
Feeling her heart kick up a little at his words, she tilted her face and saw him looking down at her with those blue eyes.
“What was your question?” he asked her softly.
“Oh, um, well, I wanted to ask if you really had, you know? Dated thirty-something women this year?”
Chuckling, he grinned at her with a bright white smile. “Ahh, the famous number that Google supplied you with.”
Blushing, she found she couldn’t hold his gaze and looked away. He didn’t let her get away with that, though, because he cupped her chin and then tilted her head back. “To answer your question, no, Lena.” Pausing, he traced her jaw with a finger. “I’m not going to lie. There’ve been a lot of women, but not that many. Damn, I’d be really tired if that were the case. Not even I have that much stamina.”