by Karen Deen
“What are you doing here, man? Thought you would’ve moved home again already,” I say, leaning on the hood of my Jeep.
“Still staying at the Ellens’ property with the boss. She’s home with her father now.” He notices my confused look.
“Yeah, she said she’ll probably move in there permanently. Old man must be about to die. Who knows? Want to join me for a workout? Could use someone to push me.”
“Sorry, man, I’ve got somewhere to be. Gotta run.” Something doesn’t seem right with that whole conversation. Hope Bent’s not going to start being a weirdo like Tyson. One dickhead is more than enough to deal with.
I’m not wasting time talking to him when I have my night mapped out.
Hot sexy woman.
Naked.
In my arms.
Screaming my name.
Best sex ever.
Yep, that’s all I need. She wants food, I’ll bring food. I’ll order pasta, feeding her energy, since she’s going to need it.
Riding the elevator to the penthouse tonight feels different. Nervous energy is surrounding me, not because I’m worried that she’s in danger, this time. Instead, it’s because being with a woman has never felt so important as it does tonight. She’s not just any woman, Paige is the woman. The one who has finally made me stop and take notice. For once, I care more than just about tonight.
Worrying about making the right impression and letting her see the real me is a hard thing to cope with. Only my boys have ever seen the real me. My family knows me, but since the war, I shield them from a lot of what goes through my head. Mom and Dad don’t need to know that I’m hurting at times. That’s what the guys are there for. They listen, they talk, and most of all, they don’t let me stay locked in that place. They push me to get on with it and live my life.
This is living life. In the very best way.
The doors finally open to a vision of pure beauty.
Paige is standing, waiting to greet me, for once.
Completely naked!
Every time I think I’m in control she tops me. It stops right now as she starts walking to me. Dropping the bag of dinner on the floor, I take over.
“Stop,” I almost growl. “Don’t move. I’m not finished looking. You want to show me your body. Then I get to take my time.” Feeling my cock hardening and pushing against my pants, I slowly circle her. Using every ounce of restraint not to touch.
I want her aching for me. Her body crying out to feel my caress. When I finally give in, she’ll want to come the moment I stroke her.
“Mason.” Her voice is seduction at its finest. “You made a promise. Make me forget.”
“One I fully intend to keep. Remember what I told you in your father’s house? You get to be the boss at work. Here, this is mine. You get to listen to me.” Walking behind her smooth body, I run my finger across her shoulders. As light as a feather. She knows I’m here but not enough to take away any ache.
Stepping closer, there’s barely an inch between us. My front to her back. Still being fully clothed leaves her completely vulnerable and exposed in all her nakedness. Running my tongue up her neck, she’s shuddering at the electricity of my touch and the breath on her skin.
Her taste is like nothing I’ve ever encountered. When it combines with her scent, I could be lost in her forever.
“Please, Mason. Take what you want from me.” Begging is so beautiful from her lips. I knew that first night I put her to bed this is how it would be.
She needs my control.
To think.
To feel.
To finally breathe.
“There is so much I’ve been dreaming of. The question is where to start. You’ve offered me a feast. Perhaps I should feed you dinner first before I indulge.” Her chest is rising sharply, trying to keep in her moans.
“How do I even know my meal is ready? Perhaps I should check first.” Standing in front of her, I slowly run my finger through her pussy while she whimpers at my soft touch. “So wet for me, baby, all ready for me to taste test. You’ve been waiting for me, haven’t you, Paige?”
“Yes,” she moans slowly while I’m swiping two fingers through this time.
“Have you been touching yourself while you waited?” Her eyes widen and cheeks flush. “I’ll take that as a yes.” Taking her bottom lip in her mouth, she bites down on it which drives me wild. “Did it feel good, thinking of me and touching what’s mine?” Her mouth opens to speak, my finger stopping it.
“While we’re fucking, it’s mine. Mine to touch, mine to look at, mine to eat, and mine to sink my cock into nice and deep. Have we got that straight? I promise you won’t need your own hands to touch while I’m here. Unless I tell you to. I like to watch too.” Her restraint breaking, her hands frantically pull at my pants.
“Uh, uh. Not yet.”
“Fuck, Mason. Please.” Almost there, I push her that little bit more.
“I want you to turn around and sway that delicious ass towards that table. Then bend over, keeping that ass in the air.”
“What are you doing?” her voice whispers.
“Paige,” is all I need to say. She turns and obeys me.
I watch that beautiful peach-shaped ass swaying naked, just for me. Shit, my restraint’s breaking too.
Bending over, she hasn’t quite pushed her tits into the table before I’m behind her on my knees. Spreading her with my hands. My tongue takes the first, long lick of her. Her legs are shaking and giving way. Only the table is holding her up for me.
“Pure beauty. All for me.”
Continuing my assault on her pussy, she can’t hold back her voice any longer.
“Oh Mason, oh fuck, …oh, …oh, …ooohh…” The words are getting jumbled and tougher for her as I suck her clit hard with all I have. Ready to send her soaring, I slide my two fingers in all at once and push as hard as I can into her, curling to find that spot.
Exploding like a rocket, her orgasm is racing through her body. I continue feasting on every drop while she quivers through the end of her high. Limp body, she’s hanging onto the table like a rag doll.
I stand behind her, wiping her legs with my shirt while she murmurs. Pulling her up towards me, I see the most wonderful spacey look on her face. I slowly turn her and pick her up into my arms.
“Time for bed, baby. We have plenty more of this to enjoy.”
Still in her orgasmic foggy glow, her words say it all. “Take me to bed, Mason. Make love to me.”
How do I even live up to that?
Fuck, I’ll be giving her the best of me.
Mind, body, and soul.
I just hope it’s enough.
10
Paige
“TAKE ME TO BED, Mason. Make love to me.”
The words are out of my mouth before I can stop them.
My naked body is in his arms. I should feel embarrassed and vulnerable. Instead, I’m feeling comfort and strength. I want more. He promised me the world, and I’m ready.
Softly laying me on the bed, he stands above me staring. He’s ready to devour me.
“You look hungry.” I giggle at him.
“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted you. To see the body you’re hiding from me in those suits and tight short skirts.” His hands are on his zipper finally.
“I can say the same. Fuck me dead, that uniform.”
Smirking, his pants sit open on his hips while he’s slowly unbuttoning his shirt. “When you look at me some days, it’s like you want to strip my uniform off.”
“Just some days, are you kidding? Every single day.”
The shirt slides down his arms, and I sigh as his abs are exposed. His chest’s calling me to touch it and I’m leaning up to get my hands on him.
“What do you want, baby?” His hands slide to his pants and boxers, and they’re falling to the floor.
On my knees on the bed in front of him, I answer with honesty. “You, I want all of you.” My hands rest on his chest, his penis a
t full attention between us.
Long, thick, and throbbing.
“Touch it, Paige, squeeze hard.” My hand struggles to get around him as I slide from the base to the tip. “So perfect.” His voice strains. “Now your mouth. I want to see you take it all the way in. You can do that for me, can’t you, Tiger?”
A little panic is building as I lower down. Licking slowly across his tip, lapping up the pre-cum leaking from my touch. I’ve never been one for oral sex, but if this is what it’s like with Mason, I’ll take it every damn time.
With my mouth opening wide, I slowly take him inside. Mason lets out a long satisfying moan as I take it almost to the back of my throat. I feel his hand reach for my clip in my hair. Softly, my hair falls over my bare shoulders. I look up at him, taking in his cock and then drawing it out, ever so slowly. His eyes are dark and look like he’s close to the edge.
“You have no idea the spectacular view from here. So beautiful. My cock sinking into you, over and over. Fuck, Tiger, you’re too good at this. On your back. I’m not coming in your mouth.” His hand fisting my hair, he pulls me back a little to make me stop. I want more. I shake my head and try to keep sucking, but he’s having none of it.
“You deserve better than that, Paige. There’ll be time for that later. Lie back and take me now. Let me show you what I’ve been trying to contain. What you’re doing to me every single time I see you.”
“Yes, oh please yes!” I push myself backwards on my bed. He’s prowling over the top of me. Softly kissing up my body as he moves. Stopping now, he takes one breast into his mouth, delivering all the pleasure while his hand pinches the other nipple, contrasting with just the right level of pain. Both have me squirming and arching my body. The electricity running from my breasts straight down my body has me on fire.
“You better be sure. Like I told you, no going back. Once I’m inside you, you’re mine!” Waiting for my answer, he reaches for the condom and starts rolling it on. It’s so fucking hot watching him stroking himself.
“Paige!”
Oh shit, I’m supposed to be answering. I can feel his cock pressing on my opening. “Don’t stop. I want you. I’ve never been more certain of anything.” My body reacts to him like he’s the puppet master, my hips raising slightly to meet his.
“So tight.” Pushing into me, the sting of pain is like an aphrodisiac. Pleasure following, it just makes me want more. “So fucking good!” Mason’s trying to give me a moment, but I don’t want it.
“Fuck me, please, I need you.”
His restraint finally breaks. His body starts pounding into me. The power and energy are heavenly. I don’t need someone to treat me like glass.
I need this.
Hot, hard fucking.
A man who gives what I need and takes what he wants.
No questions asked.
He controls it all.
“That’s it. Take me, baby. You’re mine now, and I’m not letting you go. Ever.” Mason’s eyes are searing my soul on the inside.
I wish I could capture this moment.
The minute I finally let go, letting him claim me.
Inner peace like I’ve never felt before.
Orgasms rip through us both, bringing with them the calm of happiness.
~
Hot, sweaty, and wrapped in Mason’s arms, I’ve never felt so content.
Neither of us are speaking, just soaking in the silence and comfort. My head laying on his shoulder while my fingers are drawing circles on his chest. Watching his chest rise and fall as it slows down.
“Where’ve you been hiding all my life, Paige?”
I giggle a little. “Not hiding, you were just looking in the wrong place.” His hand smoothing my hair is so soothing.
Leaning up and resting my chin on his chest, his hand moves to my face, softly stroking my cheek with his thumb. This Mason is different to the man who just ordered me to spread on my table so he could eat me to an orgasm. Not that I’m complaining, it was incredible.
The man lying under me has lost all the bossiness. A calmness has fallen over both of us.
“You are such a beautiful woman.” The gentleness of his touch and words has me melting.
I feel my cheeks blush as I’m not used to taking such heartfelt compliments.
“Thank you,” I whisper as I reach up and kiss his lips. The connection we have is evident in every kiss. Normally the kiss would get hot and heavy. Tonight, the softness is perfect.
“What made you give in, Paige?” he asks, holding my face in his hand.
“You.” It’s all I can answer. “The more you pushed, the more I felt you. Everywhere, all the time. You never leave my thoughts. Once you touched me, I knew I’d never contain this feeling.”
My body starts to bounce on top of his chest with his deep laugh.
“So, what you’re saying is, you gave up because I’m an annoying pain in the ass.” He rolls his eyes playfully.
“Yes.” Squealing, he kisses me like all the other times. Hard and reminding me who is in control.
“Well, maybe we can test out how big a pain in your ass I am.” Raising his eyebrows and smiling, I’m slapping his chest.
“That will require more convincing, Captain.”
“Now that, I’m happy to do. The night is young.”
The night was exactly what he promised.
He makes me totally forget everything, including my name.
~
I wake up with Mason wrapped around me, spooning me, my butt wedged firmly in his crotch. Feeling every part of that crotch. One of his hands is on my breast while the other is on my stomach, pulling me as close to him as possible. I’m only just starting to waken, yet I can tell he’s already awake.
“Morning, beautiful,” he softly whispers in my ear, kisses trailing down my neck.
“Mmm morning. It can’t be time to get up yet.” Only half awake, I wriggle back into his warmth.
“You keep wiggling that ass and I’ll definitely be up.” He chews on my ear.
“Like he ever goes down. Do you ever sleep, Magic Man? Waving that wand around all last night producing countless acts of magic?” Visions of last night’s fuck fest are already running in my head.
“I didn’t hear you complaining, Tiger. In fact, the word ‘more’ was rolling off your lips quite a lot. Getting louder and louder.” Mason starts moving his hands around my body, so softly with just enough pressure to know he’s here. Where the pressure goes, the tingles follow.
“Complaining would’ve needed energy, and you fucked mine out of me.” My cheekiness earns me a slap on my ass.
“Damn straight I did. Just like I promised.” A soft kiss on my cheek has me turning towards his face. Rolling onto my back, he’s in full view.
“Morning.” I reach up and take a long and sensual kiss.
“Now that’s a good morning kiss. Can I book one just like that for every morning?”
“That depends on what I’ve received the night before.”
“We’ve got our boldness on this morning, have we? Be careful, I’m more than happy to spank that out of you again,” he says, looking at me with the cheekiest smile.
“Challenge accepted.”
“Are you feeling okay, baby? Last night was intense.” Eyes full of concern are watching to see my answer.
“A little sore in all the right places. Which means I’m absolutely perfect.”
Placing his kiss on my forehead, he looks a little more intense now. “I don’t doubt you’re sore. Absolutely perfect, that I’m doubting.” I can see he’s waiting for me to answer.
“I spent the night in your arms being pleasured to the point I almost passed out. Why wouldn’t I be perfect?” My heart gets quicker.
“Paige, we can’t ignore this. You need to tell me what upset you yesterday. Something is really worrying you. To the point you’re scared.”
I try to roll out from under him, but he has me trapped and he knows it.
“
I’m fin…” I stop at the glare I’m getting.
“Don’t. Don’t even go there,” he growls. Not wanting me to feel caged, he rolls off and turns me on my side to face him.
His hand on my face and his thumb gently stroking my chin, his voice is soft and full of compassion.
“Paige, let me help you. Trust me, Tiger. If you don’t know who to trust, then pick me. Just like the night you were drunk. You knew I would keep you safe. I promise you now, I will always protect you.”
I drop my head slightly to escape his intense analysis of me. I’ve been trying so hard to hold everything together for so long. Mason is the only one who gets past my walls every time. I should believe the signs. I’m coming to realize I need someone. I don’t know how much more I can do on my own. I don’t know why I feel so at ease with him when it’s been one night. Well, one night of hot sex, but we have been flirting for months. The connection is strong, and deep down I know I trust him with my life. Which is crazy because I’ve never trusted anyone except my father.
“Paige, look at me, baby.” His fingers lift my face to his. The immense sense of safety I feel in his arms finally breaks the dam. My tears start to fall. Not just one or two. I’m sobbing and letting it all go.
“That’s it, unload everything buried deep down. Don’t stop, just let it all out.” He’s whispering in my ear as I bury my face in his chest. His arms hold tight and his hand rubs up and down my back trying to calm me. Trying to stop the tears is hard. It’s been so long since I’ve cried properly, not just a few tears.
“It’s okay, baby, just breathe.” Mason’s soft kisses on my tear-streaked cheeks make me feel so warm and fuzzy. Slowly pulling it together, the tears are drying up.
Between snuffles, I’m trying to pull myself together.
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to do that,” I manage to say between deep breaths.
“Don’t ever be sorry for showing emotion. That’s what makes us human.”
“Maybe, but I didn’t mean to cry enough to fill Lake Michigan.” I try to break the moment, but Mason’s not having any of it.