by T. N. King
“Ah-ah.” Muttered low into her ear, thighs clenching as he withdrew those fingers even more slowly than he had pushed them up inside of her. “Lift this leg,” he instructed, tapping the side of her calf and her body moving instantly to accommodate, her breath leaving her all at once when he twisted it with his own grip, flipping her body until her knees were up on his chest. Her head banging unceremoniously into the tops of his thighs and her hands shooting out to hold herself upright, not that it seemed like she needed to…
“There we go.”
The only explanation she was apparently going to get, his hands already working at pulling her pants down over the curve of her ass, excited thrill rushing through her at just the prospect, panties and pants both lowered down beneath her knees and the cool air assaulting her now exposed flesh. He wasn’t moving slow any longer, wasn’t explaining any of his movements or even giving her enough time to catch up with them, knees lifted up to his shoulders and his hands pressing until she began pushing against them herself, fingers widening against his thighs for better balance and her head slowly lifting. It wasn’t like she didn’t know the intention behind her being turned… it was just that she wasn’t Mason, she couldn’t move as quickly as all of that, his teeth scraping that junction where her ass met thigh and her whole body jumping, one hand rushing to try and undo that button of his jeans.
“Fuck,” he ground his words into the curve of her ass that time, teeth pulling at the skin and moving in what appeared to be random pattern, her rushed breath and fumbling hands such stark contrast to that meticulous movement from behind her. She almost fell again when she finally moved fabric out of the way, pulling his dick out of the confines it had been trapped into and realizing, rather suddenly, this would be the first time she’d actually had time to see him like she was now, tongue pressing hard into the roof of her mouth and her eyes widening.
Carefully she arranged herself again, both hands on either of his thighs and her head lowered slowly, the tip of his head just pulled between her lips. Her tongue running over that rounded slit at the top and her whole body shuddering when he timed that press of his face between her thighs with that, gasp pulling him unintentionally further into her mouth, followed very shortly by too loud of a muffled moan around the length of him. His tongue circling her clit in a way that made her eyes near roll back into her head. “Good girl,” he groaned again, only this time she did have access to his skin, her mouth encasing him as it was, and her throat only too eager to show him just how much she appreciated that phrase. Her head lowering until her oxygen was nearly entirely cut off, his hips pulsing up into her mouth and her gagging only made bearable by that addition of two fingers just below where his tongue was circling her skin.
She couldn’t be bothered to remember where they were located in that moment, back arching and offering up even more of her readily to him, relaxing her throat as best she could to those hips pushing up into it. She wasn’t even having to move any longer, holding herself still as she was, his dick fucking her mouth and her tongue swirling around him in time with those not-so-gentle circles he was placing into her skin at the same time. “Fuck…” those hips picking up pace and his chin moving, three fingers pushing up inside of her in opposite rhythm to that thumb that had taken up the circles his tongue had only just now stopped as he bit his way along the back of her thighs, likely leaving the skin the same pattern of bruises he had done upon her neck.
“Look at your ass…” His voice was so low, reverent, and again she was reminded that she wouldn’t trade her view for his for anything in the world, no matter how entranced he sounded. His free hand grabbing at one cheek, fingers pulling that flesh and opening her up more to the ministrations of his thumb and finger, her loud moan again muffled by the dick clogging her throat, eyes closing despite her desire to keep watching him as she had been. “This…” Thumb that wasn’t rolling her clit in semi-circles pushing down into the untested skin of her ass, rolling against the lined flesh there and her eyes popping back open in surprise. “I’m going to fuck your ass next,” he promised, index finger sliding slowly inside of her and her whole body freezing.
Foreign and untried, her whole body stopped momentarily, questioning his action despite how hot the words he uttered with it made her. “Your tight, little asshole will be so much prettier with my cum dripping out of it,” he continued.
Her moan that time involuntary and unexpected, head dropping just so much and opening her throat all the wider. Fingers sliding in and out of her at two different locations then, the idea of him inside of her as much as he was, the idea of him claiming her more than any man before him had been able to… It was almost too much, that feeling of being over-full, his ring finger slowly sliding into her along with his index, the other three fingers just beneath working in opposite pattern and her whole body seizing.
Nicole couldn’t breathe, she couldn’t stop, her hips slowly lifting up into the holds he had on them, finding a rhythm she couldn’t stop. Moans tumbling out of her mouth and around his dick faster and faster, thighs parting as far as the position they were in would allow her to do…the world swimming in and out of focus as he went…
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Her hot little mouth was almost too much, throat constricting around his dick like it was…Mason couldn’t have stilled his hips in that moment even if someone had walked up on them, fingers disappearing into both of her holes as they were, her mouth full of him. He was filling her in every way possible, and just the knowledge of that, as truth was almost too much for him to comprehend. His eyes focused as solely as they were on his fingers disappearing into her hot, pink flesh hungrily. She was perfect, like she was, gaze shifting just slightly in order to see himself disappearing into her mouth as well, and his head almost falling back hard against that brick behind him.
“Fuck Nicole,” he moaned instead, feeling her muscles clench around him from all three ends, pulsating muscles pulling him all the deeper and his hips pushing harder up into her mouth, abdomen tightening and his core shaking with the effort it took to try holding off emptying inside of her- not that he managed it. Her little tongue working around his length even as she rode out the end of her own orgasm, pulling all of that cum that he had just filled her mouth with back down her throat and working along the length of him for any that had dripped out of the corners of her mouth. She was perfect- fingers slowly withdrawing from her still quivering flesh, his gaze centered on that visage of her head still bobbing, now of its own accord, just above his hips, and his dick reacting accordingly.
He hadn’t meant for it to happen, he hadn’t meant for her to keep going like she was, but he was hardly stopping her, desire working its way back up through his system and his hips lifting slightly up back into that next bob. “Alright,” he groaned, hands going to her hips as if to lift her, but her head was still working, lifting and lowering along him and it was all he could do not to shove himself all the way back down the back of her throat. “Give me that pussy,” he ground out instead, her mouth finally slowing and her limbs moving hurriedly as if to follow his order, hands having to work overtime to help her flip herself without flipping off of him entirely and off to the side, re-centering her body finally to where her thighs could fall over the tops of his.
“Oh god,” she moaned, her little fingers working up the front of his chest, gripping the shirt between them as if trying to center herself. “Fuck Mason…”
Well yes, this was his aim, but he was prudently silent on that point for the moment, hand rolling down the small of her back and arranging her more fittingly over the center of his hips. His dick pressing into that soft flesh of her thighs, watching her face as she tried to work her hips to fix it, thighs widening and her hips pushing down until that slick, recently swollen flesh could slide over him instead. His long, low groan vibrating out of his chest with it.
“Mason…” Her legs squirming on either side of his hips, pushing up further until he was positioned just at her c
enter, head pulsating between her swollen lips and-
“Fuck!” He ground out again, her hips sinking down and pulling him into her more quickly than he was ready for. “Goddamn Nicole,” hands soft against her curves, running over them reverently, and trying to keep from working his own hips back up into hers, content for then to watch her shift and slide over him. “You wanna come again?” he finally asked, watching her toss her head back, auburn hair sticking to the sides of her face and her fingers near ripping through his shirt.
“Yes,” her voice was more moan than word, breathy little exhalations pressed into the side of his face as she lifted her hips, waiting until just that last second before he would fall out of her before circling her hips hard back down into his. “Please,” desperation clinging to the one word in her tone and he knew he wouldn’t be lasting very long again either. There was too much of an emotional charge, too much of a challenge, where they were currently located. With the knowledge that they were done with that building behind them- with the knowledge that by this time next month, he would have her moved fully into his home and with a ring on her finger to mark her permanently as his.
He knew it was fucked up. Just like he knew she wouldn’t see it as so. He knew that the possessive drive that forced his hips so still under hers, forced his eyes so glued to her face while she rode him was something that Dr. Friedrich would say he needed to work on. But in that moment, watching her work her hips roughly over his, watching her chase that orgasm, just beyond her reach… all he wanted to do was wrap it up to ensure that only he ever got to see such a sight again.
“Mason…” she moaned again, his hand working slowly between them until he could fit his fingers just over his own pelvis, fingertips angled up so that when she bore back down on him she was brushing along his fingers as well as pulling his dick deeper within her, that first pass already tightening her internal muscles and forcing his hips to lift just that much more, head falling back on the back of his neck with a strangled groan. “Oh God!” Her exclamation the only warning he had for those spasming muscles, hips grinding down into his own in irregular pattern that did nothing to stop his following her over that crest, spilling once more into her and his arms wrapping about her waist to hold her in place, teeth closing over the top of her shoulder possessively.
He didn’t have any accurate measure of time for how long they rode it out together, her hips grinding into his and his lifting into her, their combined cum better lubricating that already overly lubricated skin, rhythm finally slowing until her hips were only just twitching over him. His hand rubbing lightly into those tensed muscles of her back, fingers pulling out from between them and his head dropping into her shoulder as he tried to recollect his breathing, skin released from his teeth slowly. The both of them sitting in silence for a few moments.
Silence that was broken so softly at first that he didn’t hear it, those vibrations of her laughter was what caught his attention, face lifted to look at her questioningly, but she wasn’t even looking at him, rather looking beyond him to the sign that they were only a few feet away from. The bold, black letters warning of loitering on the grass standing out all the more ironically because of how they were still seated… half on the sidewalk and half on the grass, Mason’s back slouching against that brick building.
“Well… we weren’t loitering,” she finally exclaimed, laughter breaking her words up with a snort in the middle, forcing his own lips to twitch considerably, especially when her head fell back down into his chest, moaning at the aftershock that it sent through the both of them, and her hips twisting to try and lift up and off of him. Something that he actually helped her with this time, lifting her just enough for her to pull her pants back up, waiting for her to situate herself again before he went to fix himself… but she beat him to it, little hands tucking him back within the confines of boxers and jeans carefully, forcing his smile all the wider.
“I don’t think that they would count that as a defense Nicole…” That amusement buried under the dryness of his tone, watching her head snap back up and her mouth set like it was- “We could always try though,” he suggested, hips lifting suggestively into the backs of hers and watching her eyes widen. “We would just have to be caught first…” Something that was sure to bother her much more than it would him. He didn’t even think, were he in any way inside of her that he would be able to still his movements if they were caught, no matter who the person catching them was. He didn’t think he had that kind of self-control when it came to Nicole and her body…
“No!” She almost yelled it, wide eyes sweeping the area around them again and her palms flattening out against his chest. “I can’t… I don’t even think I could go again. Not that I wouldn’t want to,” she hurriedly tacked on, cheekbones pinkening and her hazel eyes widening even further as if to apologize. “I can’t feel my legs…” she finally explained lamely, teeth biting at the lower portion of her lips as if embarrassed to be admitting as much.
Her sweet, embarrassed confession forcing that chuckle up out of the depths of his abdomen even with her scandalized expression. “Good,” succinct and to the point, even if it had her eyebrows lifting sanctimonious. “That means I fucked you right then.” Unapologetic in the least, even when her skin turned all the redder, palm slapping against his chest as if to chastise him. “You might as well get used to it, you just promised me the rest of your life…” Tone light, especially for how heavy the words were, his eyes carefully on her face for her reaction, to try and trace any hints of doubt or negativity that came with his reminding her.
Her lips opened even wider despite how hard she was trying to bite it back, teeth flashing in the sunlight as her grin broke across her features. “I did, although it’s going to suck that it’s going to be Mr. and Mrs. Carter, I kind of feel like they won’t be able to tell the difference easily between Ms. and Mrs.”
Both of their laughter covering the grounds too loudly as he moved his face back to hers, grin matching her own as he fit his lips against hers in gratitude.
Epilogue
The grocery store was busy for a Wednesday evening, working moms and dads alike bustling around the aisles grabbing their last minute dinner preparations, calling out to one another in greeting and ignoring everyone around them in turn. There were men hustling their way through the store with their Bluetooth headpieces, shouting into them and assuring their wives that they would be home in time for dinner, while also shouting at coworkers that they had a last-minute family emergency. Moms just getting off work looked harried, their hair sticking up in random assortment and their carts half full of objects that made no sense in collaboration with one another. Occasionally, a child darted across an aisle, hands full of some object they were wanting, pleas already pouring out of their lips as they chased down their parents prepared to beg.
Mason was not amused. He didn’t like grocery shopping for himself, usually preferring to do it at one of the open twenty four hours a day locations and at a random, early morning time when there would be no one else loitering about the aisles. He had a system… but just like the way his movies had been organized, his bathroom counters clean, and his cabinets arranged… Nicole had a way of interfering and messing that system all to hell, bouncing about like she was now around the aisles at random and grabbing those items she’d been so sure they needed right that minute since they’d first left the apartment. He’d agreed to host the dinner at their house tonight with Dr. Friedrich and his wife, and Paul and Marie, with little complaint when he’d been thinking that they would do it the way that family dinners had been done her whole life…
An order of takeout and the six of them seated around his newly refurbished dining room table had seemed laid back enough, easy…but when Nicole had gotten it into her head that she needed to cook a meal from scratch for everyone, and last minute too. All chances for laid back and easy had run from the window as quickly as he now ran from the parking garage to his apartment.
“Baby.”<
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The voice at his elbow distracted him, turning to see Nicole pulling on his sleeve and pointing to the jar of mayonnaise on the top shelf, her nose wrinkled in concentration and obvious frustration at its placement. Not that there weren’t a whole shelf of similarly sized mayonnaise jars eye level with her there, something he looked at, and then looked at her again before voicing anything. Her brain could… skip over things lately, something that was hardly her fault at all.
“Why not get one of those?” he asked finally, gesturing towards the much easier to reach jars, to which she made very apparent she hadn’t been ignoring by her stare of disgust in their direction, shaking her head adamantly before he’d even finished his sentence. He didn’t know why he’d bothered asking in the first place. Whether she had already noticed them or not, she’d obviously already set her heart’s desire on that stupid jar at the very top of the shelf above even his head.
“Those,” she said derisively, glaring at the jars as if they had personally offended her, “are not made right, I bet they have all kinds of preservatives in them! We might as well be feeding them fast-food if we cook with that!” Her glare moving to encompass even more of that shelf.
Mason wisely decided now wasn’t the time to point out to her that he, himself, wouldn’t mind feeding them fast-food at that point if it meant them being allowed to leave the grocery store without buying the seemingly packed carts worth of items she deemed necessary to cook only the one meal.
“I need that mayonnaise Mason, that’s the one that the recipe calls for!”
He’d never in his life heard of recipes calling for specific types of mayo, but then he didn’t do a whole lot of cooking, so he begrudgingly moved from behind the cart, lifting himself onto his toes to reach that too large, for one meal, jar of mayonnaise and put it in the cart.