Opening the door, I walk into the shop and answer him, “I love them. Why?”
Meow! Meow!
Um, that’s why. Before Mason can even answer me, four, very large cats rush us. Wrapping around my legs, they continue to purr and meow, obviously looking for attention. “I see they’re friendly, but are they okay to be picked up?” I ask as a huge white, fluffy cat rubs around my ankles.
“Go for it.”
That’s all I needed to hear. Bending down, I grab hold of the large cat and end up holding it in my arms like you would a baby. I start to stroke its belly with my other hand and the purring noise it makes is unreal, which makes me giggle. Mason comes to stand behind me, sliding his hands around my waist with his chin resting against my shoulder.
“He likes you,” he whispers into my ear, sending a shudder through my body.
“Mason. Leave the poor girl alone for five minutes.”
He groans against my neck and gives me a slight push toward the back room, which, when I realize as I walk in, is set out as a small coffee shop.
There are sofas, spread out with small coffee tables in front of them. Magazines are fanned out in the middle of each table. Off to one side there is a large table set up with an assortment of cookies and cakes along with a large coffee machine.
“Bianca, please sit down. Snowflake can get heavy after awhile.” Rosemary tries to usher me onto the sofa opposite Mason, but I walk around the table to sit beside him. I want to be close to him. As soon as my bottom hits the chair though he pulls me back into his arms. I’m so damn comfortable right now that I don’t want to move.
“Here you go.” Rosemary places two large glasses of lemonade on the table in front of us before dropping onto the sofa opposite with a delightful smile on her face. “Bianca, what a lovely name for a beautiful young woman.”
Mason groans so I elbow him in the stomach.
“Now Mason, I hope you’re being nice to your girl. This is the first one I’ve met and I like her.”
“Mom,” he kisses my hair, “I agree she’s beautiful, but I’m the only one allowed to tell her that, otherwise it will go to her head.”
“Hey.” I try to wiggle away, but his hand tightens around my waist.
“Ignore him, and tell me how you both met.” Sitting back in the cushions, she gets comfortable and waits for a reply that is stuck in my throat.
“We met—”
“Let Bianca tell me,” Rosemary interrupts Mason.
A trill of fear runs through me at her question. I pick up the lemonade and take a deep swallow, hoping to hide the awkwardness that I feel. I’m sure as hell not telling her the truth, but what can I tell her because I really don’t want to lie to her.
Then I remember and tell her, “The gym. I’d just finished my kickboxing lesson when Mason walked into the room and, because I wasn’t looking where I was going, we collided.” Well, the gym part was kind of true. I’d seen him there a few times, but I always left before he could see me.
“Gym,” he whispers, nibbling my ear.
“So you like to keep fit—”
“Rosemary?”
“Oh, excuse me. I promised Sarah I’d show her the new stock I have upstairs,” she says over her shoulder as she’s already heading toward the front of her shop.
“Hmm. I wonder what we can do to stay occupied,” Mason purrs before he starts whispering wicked things into my ear. I blush at the words, but it’s the heat between my legs that I’m most aware of as his hand around my waist slips to my hip and he starts to pull my dress up my legs. He doesn’t get very far considering I still have ‘snowflake’ on my lap.
Chapter Eight
Mason
Hearing my mom heading upstairs, I whisper, “I want to see you, Bianca. I thought I could be with you all day without touching you, but I can’t.” I slip out from where she’s snuggled against me on the sofa and go down to my knees. My dick starts to harden with thoughts of what I’m going to do to her.
Pushing the coffee table away, I kneel between her legs before removing Snowflake from her lap to lie beside her on the sofa.
“Mason. Your mom!” she hisses as I pull her toward me on the sofa, spreading her legs…and yeah, I can see her pink little panties.
“My mom will forget we’re here. She can spend hours talking about a chair.” That’s no bullshit either. “Now… I need my mouth on you. Watching you stroke the pussy has me hard.”
Her eyes widen when she realizes I’m referring to the cat. I chuckle and open her up to my eyes with her dress shoved up to her hips. I put my nose to her and inhale. Her smell has my dick throbbing, but I’m determined to keep him locked away. This is about my woman.
“You smell really good.”
I lick her through her panties, which are already wet with her arousal. Growling, I rip them from her and before she has chance to protest my fingers and mouth are on her. I hold her open as I lick along her lips, dipping into her wet channel.
“Oh God!” she hisses arching her back, pushing her hot little pussy against my mouth.
Without breaking contact, I reach out with my hands and yank the top part of her dress down to expose her large breasts. She’s so fucking sexy that I wouldn’t be surprised if I came in my jeans.
“Touch yourself.”
She starts to massage her breasts and teases me by going so slowly towards her nipples that I grow impatient. Grinning, I watch her pinch and rub her nipples and when they’re even tighter, she squeezes down on them throwing her head back.
Fuck me!
I quickly place her legs on my shoulders before going back to the feast awaiting me. Her little clit peeping out is hard and ready and the juices flowing from her body are driving me insane. My cock hurts like a fucker buried in my jeans with nowhere for it to expand, and expand it has.
Keeping my mouth on her, I unfasten the front of my jeans and sigh in relief when I spring free. I move closer to her and groan when my dick comes up against the sofa, which I’m going to end up coming against because I’m not giving her another quick fuck like at the school or the club.
Having her pussy rubbing in my face is the hottest thing. Her taste is addicting. I can’t get enough of her as I lick between her thighs, nibbling her clit before shoving my tongue as far as I can go inside her wet heat.
My body feels ready to combust listening to the noises she’s making, getting ready for her orgasm, which I can feel is close. I push two fingers inside her and start playing with her clit as I move them back and forth and rub around her G-spot. My hips are moving against the sofa, trying to ease the tension in my hard as fuck cock. If I wasn’t so damn turned on, I’d laugh at myself humping the sofa, but as it is I’m about to explode with my girl.
“Mason… I’m so close. Please…” she begs, withering around against the sofa and my face. I quickly whip my shirt over my head, letting it drop to the floor.
“I know babe. You have to be quiet.”
Sucking her clit into my mouth, I massage it with my tongue as she gives up on her breasts and covers her face with a cushion while my fingers work magic in her pussy. Then I feel them. Little tremors fluttering up and down her channel. My balls are on fire and as she starts clamping around my fingers and moaning into the cushion, my cock explodes, shooting cum all over the sofa and my stomach.
I growl against her.
Leading her back down gently, she starts to push my head away from her most intimate parts. “No more,” she pants.
“You taste damn good,” I grin up at her, smacking my lips together, which makes her laugh.
“You do realize you’ve ripped my panties, right? How the hell am I supposed to talk to your mom with a bare ass.”
“That’s the least of my worries right now.” She gives me a quizzical look. “I, um,” this is so embarrassing, “shot cum on the sofa.”
Bianca looks startled and then bursts out laughing. “For real?”
I just nod my head and decide to use her rippe
d panties to clean my dick and stomach the best I can as Bianca watches. Our eyes meet. She licks her lips and starts to reach for me. “No way, babe. I can’t believe I couldn’t control myself.” I shove my junk back into my jeans and standing up look down at the beautiful, half naked girl lying sprawled out on the sofa with her dress around her waist.
She’s a vision…and unless I get her covered I’m going to be dragging her into the bathroom to dip my aching cock inside her. “Ugh.”
Reaching down, I take hold of her arms, and pulling her to her feet, I give her a brief kiss on her red lips. “I need to cover you.”
I smooth her dress down past her bottom, my eyes connecting with her breasts as I do. Taking in a deep breath, I caress the underside of each before gently rubbing over her nipples.
Bianca closes her eyes and grabs hold of my arms to steady herself. “Mason,” she whispers.
Teasing, I lean in and taste each one before stepping back and pulling her dress back up to cover her. “You look loved,” I tell her grinning, and taking her into my arms, I hold her tight.
She smacks me on the ass and says, “And you look satisfied.” My girl then bites my ear sending shivers down my spine. That’s a sensitive spot.
“No more of that, babe.” I can hear the sound of shoes on the stairs and I grimace. “My mom’s on her way down.” Fuck! I haven’t cleaned up.
Quickly grabbing two hands of napkins from the table, I shove one lot into Bianca’s hand and point toward the restroom. She grins and makes her way inside. I quickly get back on my knees and clean the mess I made from the sofa.
I may have made a mess, but it felt damn good.
Chapter Nine
Bianca
Mason pulls his car to a stop outside my apartment building. This morning I’d taken a cab to meet him at Walmart and he wouldn’t hear of me getting a cab home. We both knew Tim wouldn’t be around because he’d sent me a text during the afternoon to let me know all his things had been moved out and that he’d see me around. I was stunned really. We’d been together a few years and although I’ve wanted to end things for a lot longer than I care to admit, I was still surprised that he’d managed to move out during the morning and he would “see me around.”
“I’ll walk you inside.” Mason breaks into my musings, not giving me a choice, as he’s already running around and opening my door for me.
Grinning up at him, I offer him my hand. “A gentleman…with a dirty mind,” I observe as he pulls me out of the car.
“The dirtiest babe,” he chuckles slipping his hand up inside my dress to my naked bottom. “God, I can’t get enough of you.” He cups my face with his other hand, and leaning in, he kisses me. Not a kiss of hunger or possession, but a kiss saying that what’s between us is more than physical. “Let me come inside with you… I won’t stay the night, but I’m not ready to let you go just yet.”
I hesitate. It’s not that I don’t want him to come inside with me, I’m just nervous. It’s my personal space and I’m frightened of getting too close to him because, for once in my life, I feel as though he’s the only man with the power to break my heart, which doesn’t make sense.
“Hey, where’d you go?” Mason asks me, a frown covering his face.
“Sorry. This is just…different.” I nervously fidget with the strap of my sundress.
“If you don’t want me to come inside, that’s fine. I don’t want you to feel like I’m pressuring you.” He looks away and takes a few deep breaths before looking back at me.
I’ve upset him.
Wrapping my arms around his waist, I rest against his chest. “I want you inside my apartment. I’m just afraid that if this…thing…between us falls apart, and you’ve been inside my space it’ll hurt all the more.”
He holds me tight and rests his face against my head, kissing my hair. “I don’t know what to say,” he mumbles against me.
And maybe it’s that he doesn’t know, or that he isn’t pressuring me that I’m able to say, “C’mon, let’s go inside.”
I take his hand and give him a small tug to get him moving with me. “Just don’t expect to get between my legs. You can wait until tomorrow, but I’m going to be getting in them jeans. I haven’t tasted you yet so tonight it’s my turn,” I smirk when I look back and see the shock on his face.
“Holy fuck, babe. My dick’s excited with that idea, but do you think you can stay quiet until we get inside otherwise I’m not going to be able to walk.”
He’s heavily aroused behind his zipper, which has me full of excitement. I’ve never, in my life, teased anyone or been so outspoken about sex or a sexual act, and now I can’t stop. My pussy is throbbing with the thought of his cock, thick and pulsing because of my words and soon because of my mouth. The thought that he gets so aroused because of me is hot as hell.
Taking my key from my purse, I let us into my quiet apartment. Switching on the light, I notice that all Tim’s stuff really has disappeared.
“Are you, okay?” Mason asks, wrapping me up in his arms from behind. “If you’re not ready to have anyone else in here I can leave,” he says kissing my shoulder.
“I don’t want you to leave. I’m fine. Even though I knew he’d left it was a surprise seeing the room looking so bare. At least he left all the furniture.”
I shake myself out of my thoughts and lead Mason to the sofa. Pushing him down, I straddle his legs as I yank my sundress over my head, and toss it over my shoulder.
With his eyes on me, his hands slide slowly up from my thighs, to my hips and up my torso. I look to his groin and realize he’s huge and twitching behind his zipper. We can’t have that now can we?
Reaching out, I stroke along the bulge desperate for my touch to tease him before unfastening his jeans and letting him spring free.
He groans and jerks with excitement. Sliding his hand between my legs, he rubs his fingers between my pussy lips. I can feel my arousal coating his fingers and as he slips two fingers inside me I clench around them, moaning. Throwing my head back, I grip his knees behind me and start riding his fingers. This wasn’t supposed to happen. I wanted to pleasure him, which I’m going to do…soon.
“Baby…Christ,” Mason chokes. He starts rubbing my clit as his other hand starts to pinch and pull my nipples.
I’m so close! I thrash around on him as he inserts a third finger and I scream as my climax rips through me, not stopping. I collapse against him still shaking and squeezing around his fingers, the pleasure unstoppable. Biting down on his shoulder, he shudders and pushing me away from him, pinches the head of his cock.
God, that’s so hot. Seeing him with his hands on his throbbing shaft. He’s so damn long with a wide girth, but right now, he’s about ready to come. The flared crown is bright red and leaking pre-cum between his fingers. His head is resting on the back of the sofa with his eyes closed, but his shaft is still throbbing, still leaking. I grin. I can help him with that.
Sliding from his lap, I stand over him, and with his help, I get his jeans down his legs, but leave them around his ankles. On my knees, I lean in and lick from his balls up to the tip of his dick. Knocking his hand away, I swirl my tongue around the head, lapping up all his pre-cum.
He groans. “I’m not going to last. I’m so close after you coming all over me.” Mason arches closer to my mouth, and I don’t need him telling me twice.
Putting my hands on his hips, I take him into my mouth, massaging along his length with my tongue. His taste is intoxicating. Mason wraps my hair with his fingers and holds me gently to him.
“Ahhh…seconds, babe.” His breathing is uneven and his balls are so damn close to his body, he’s going to come.
Taking him further in, I massage his balls and between his legs, while taking him to the back of my throat before releasing him and sucking the head. I glance up at him as I take his cock all the way to the back again and holding there, I feel his legs start to shake. I swallow around him. He roars as he releases in my mouth. So fucking
sexy and the taste of him… I lap him up and swallow everything he gives me.
“Stop,” he groans. “Fuck baby.” I let his dick slide out of my mouth and his hands go straight to his twitching shaft. “Just checking it’s still there. Thought it had flown off.”
I giggle and crawl up his body. He kicks his sneakers off then his jeans before stretching out with me on top of him.
It feels right, him being here with me. My only problem is that now he’s here, I’m not sure I want him to leave.
“Let me stay,” he asks, caressing my back and bottom.
I rest against him with my elbows and rise up so I can see his eyes. “Are you a mind reader now? I was just thinking that I didn’t want you to leave, but it’s risky. What if someone sees you leaving in the morning?”
He brushes the hair back from my face and says, “I’ll leave early, around five while it’s still dark. Don’t worry, Bianca.” He pulls me back down to his chest. “I don’t want anything to come between us either.”
Lying against him feels right. No matter how wrong it is for me to be with one of my pupils, this, between us, feels right and Mason is taking hold of my heart. A place no other man has been.
Chapter Ten
Mason
Now that I’m dressed, I’m standing over the beauty in her bed not wanting to leave. I know why I have to, but I feel a pain in my chest leaving her. Why her? Why now? Why not in a few months once I’ve graduated and this whole forbidden thing isn’t forbidden anymore?
I know I’m young to have such strong feelings for a girl, well woman, but she’s in my blood and the thought of always being with her doesn’t scare the crap outta me. I want, no, I need her to want me just as much as I want her. I want her to cling to me and never let go. In the past, I’ve pushed everyone away—hating being clung to. Not this time.
“Mason,” she says in a sexy, sleepy voice. “What time is it?”
Climbing back on the bed, I lie beside her, pulling her into my arms. “I don’t want to leave, but it’s just gone five.” She feels amazing against me and if I don’t move soon, I’m not going to be able to. “I have to go. We’ll talk at school…and yes I’ll be careful no one finds out about us. We only have three months until I graduate, then it won’t matter because I’ll be going off to college.”
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