She lowered her mouth to the side of his neck, her tongue lashing out and sending a chill through him. Mason groaned softly and he slid his hands higher to cup her ass cheeks in his hands and pulled her tighter against his growing erection.
"Janelle, the..." The feeling of being watched was gone. Still holding her tight, he looked around her and noticed the cameraman was gone. Looking up to the ceiling he noticed that the green light, which indicated the cameras in the room were recording, was now red.
"Huh," she followed his eyes and also noticed the fact that the cameras were off.
He looked back to her and caught her gaze. They were alone. Alone and not watched for the first time in the week they'd been there.
"Where did the cameraman go?"
"Well, there's people fucking in the hot tub by the pool and Bambi is back to cause trouble so I'm thinking there are more interesting activities going on in the house than to worry about us."
Her dark eyes gleamed mischievously. "Wow, all alone."
"I believe so."
She caught her glossed lower lip between her teeth and his eyes were drawn to her lush lips. He'd been dying to kiss those lips again, and finally he had the chance without the intrusion of other people or having to worry about it being televised. There was no way he was going to be able to resist having this opportunity, especially after seeing her with Jamie. Seeing her with another man only amplified how much he wanted her as his and only his.
And dammit he was going to have her!
*****
Mason flipped her over to her back, so quickly she yelped in surprise. But her surprise was quickly replaced with deep-seated desire as he settled his large frame between her legs and lowered his hard body onto hers. Grabbing her two small wrists in his one hand he pinned her hands above her head, leaving her helpless to his desires.
She could feel his rock hard erection pressing against her groin and it was amplifying her desire for him tenfold. She wasn't usually the type of girl to sleep with a man she was just getting to know, but Mason was different.
He claimed her lips, harder and with more passion than she'd experienced from him before and it sent her arousal skyrocketing. His tongue thrust past her lips and forced hers into submission as her body gyrated under him.
She wanted him. Needed him. Now! Mason lifted his lips from hers and began to run a string of nips and kisses along her jawline towards her neck.
"My God Mason," she moaned as she closed her eyes and arched her back, her breasts straining against the bodice of her dress, begging to be released.
"You smell go good," he murmured against her neck, his breath sending a shiver through her and ending with an intense throbbing between her legs. She struggled against his grip, wanting to use her hands to caress the hard muscle of his chest and back under his shirt, but he wasn't releasing her - not yet.
His mouth moved lower, to her collarbone, and he finally released her hands. With a flick of the wrist he undid the buttons holding the bodice of her dress together to expose her lace-covered breasts. Seconds later his fingers undid the front clasp of her lace bra and the delicate fabric covering her breasts peeled away slowly.
The cool air in the room teased her large, dark nipples, turning them into tight nubs. A prolonged groan escaped his lips as she grabbed the hem of his t-shirt and gave it a tug upwards. Taking the hint he sat up between her legs, and pulled the shirt up and over his head, tossing it to the floor.
"My God, your body is amazing," she whispered. Janelle ran her hands up his torso, her fingers tracing the fine contours of muscle. The muscle flexed and rippled under her touch. His body was magnificent, by far the best body she'd ever had the chance to touch and caress in her life.
He smiled down at her, and for the first time she noticed dimples emerging at his cheeks. "I work out from time to time," he teased, lowering himself back down onto her.
No doubt, she mused.
He kissed her lightly under her chin and moved lower until his mouth and tongue reached the valley between her breasts.
He looked up and his eyes caught hers.
"Mason," she gasped. Slipping her hand behind his head she urged his mouth down to her breast.
His tongue lashed out and swiped across the hardened nub, sending a short jolt of pleasure through her. She moaned softly and arched her back, begging him for more. She slipped her hand to his back and caressed the hard muscle as she indulged herself in the feel of his beautifully torturous tongue.
"I love hearing those moans coming from you," Mason murmured as his lips kissed their way over to her other breast. While palming and teasing the first nipple with his hand, his tongue began to circle the second nipple.
"Oh God, I'm glad you said that. Mmmmm. I have a feeling you'll be hearing more of it tonight."
Lifting his head, her nipple dropped from his lips and their gazes locked. She saw the questioning in his gaze and knew what he was asking. She nodded. She wanted to feel him in her, taking her, claiming her as his own until they both satisfied the needs they'd been experiencing for each other since their first two-day date.
He moved up her body again to graze his lips across hers. "The cameras stay off until morning in the bedrooms right?"
She nodded, "yeah."
The smell of his aftershave touched her nostrils. She closed her eyes and took in his scent, as if memorizing it. There was an elimination the next day, she prayed they'd both make it to the next round, but if they didn't she wanted to make sure she remembered every second of their night together.
Mason's lips continued to tease hers as his hand slowly inched its way up her inner thigh and to cup her mound over her damp panties. "Every moment I was in Rome, I thought of you. Kept wishing it was you."
Janelle touched his cheek, and ran her thumb along his strong jaw. "We have now."
Mason kept his eyes locked to hers and he yanked down her panties, pulling them down her thighs, and with her assistance removed them and tossed them to the floor, leaving her wet pussy exposed and needy for him.
His lips claimed hers again, with passion and need. As their lips and tongues frolicked, he slipped two fingers between her soft, wet folds and ran the length of her from her anus to her clit. She moaned softly against his lips, and wiggled against his hand.
"So wet," he whispered, pulling his lips from hers and then thrusting his fingers deep into her throbbing core. She cried out, bucking against his hand as his fingers began to stroke her inner wall, while his thumb stroked her clit.
"Oh Mason. I... I need..." Wave after wave of pleasure rushed through her, making her lose her train of thought. She shuddered and closed her eyes again, basking in the sweet pleasure he was invoking within her.
His warm, hard body slowly moved from hers and she felt his fingers undoing the buttons down the front of her dress while he continued to stroke her, bringing her closer and closer to her point of no return. By the time he finished unbuttoning the dress and sliding the material away, leaving her naked to him, her body had become an inferno of need, seconds away from boiling over.
She slowly opened her eyes to see him sitting back on his knees between her legs, his eyes slowly wandering over every inch of her exposed body. "I want to see all of you," she managed to gasp seconds before she reached her breaking point.
Janelle's body tensed so tightly her stomach ached seconds before she reached her point of climax and all the pent-up tension rushed from her, making her cry out so loudly she was sure she could be heard all the way down the hallway.
His eyes met hers and he gave her a sinfully sexy smile. Removing his fingers from her dripping core, he brought his fingers to his mouth and licked her cream from them.
"You're so beautiful, Janelle."
"My God, Mason." Her pussy trembled and she fisted the blanket under her.
Standing, Mason undid his belt and pants and let them drop to the floor. His cock strained against his boxer briefs; the head of his cock, dripping with his pre-cum, pok
ed out from the top of the waistband. Hooking his thumbs into the waistband he pushed the briefs down and let them also drop to the floor leaving him gloriously naked before her.
Janelle caught her lower lip between her teeth as her eyes greedily scanned the length of his body. Her eyes scanned up his thick and powerful thighs, to his massive erect dick, to his flat defined abdominals, broad chest and then to meet his hunger-filled eyes. She began to sit up, eager to stroke his cock and taste the drop of pre-cum on the tip of it.
"Me first." Mason's lips came crashing down onto her kissing her hard, and taking her breath away. Ending the kiss, he pushed her back against the mattress and dropped to his knees at the foot of the bed. Grabbing her hips he pulled her towards him until her bottom was at the edge of the bed, and spread her legs wide.
The cool air in the room teased her wet and exposed pussy, sending a rush through her. Her breath caught in her throat as she watched him spread her pussy lips with his fingers and lower his mouth to her mound.
She braced her elbows behind her and watched him kiss her mound. The sight of him knelt between her legs licking the length of her was almost as good as the act itself. She fisted the blanket under her and moaned when his tongue ran the length of her a second time. He stopped at her clit on the third pass, his tongue circling and flicking her swollen clit.
Despite wanting to watch him, she closed her eyes and let her head drop back as she allowed the sweet sensations he was creating within her to take her in. His tongue suddenly left her clit and began to work the entrance of her core. He tested and eased the entrance of her cunt, driving her near insanity.
"Mason, please!" She doubted she could handle another moment of his torture.
She thought she heard a soft, deep chuckle, but she didn't have a chance to open her eyes and confirm it because his tongue suddenly thrust into her, and he began fucking her with his tongue as he would with his cock, while his fingers pinched and rolled her clit.
Janelle writhed on the bed, bucking against his mouth. She wanted his cock, she loved his tongue. She was a jumble of emotions and feelings, all so good. Too good. She was going to come, hard, fast and way too soon.
"Mason... I..." She forced her eyes open and watched him, her body trembling as she found herself cresting the summit. Mason's eyes shifted up to hers and he watched her as she found herself toppling over the edge of her desire and her body erupted, her juices flooding his probing tongue.
Once the final of the series of tremors settled, Mason licked the length of her slit one final time and rose to his feet. Walking over to the nightstand he pulled the top drawer open and grabbed a foil packet.
Chewing at her lower lip again, she watched him walk back over to the bed and climb back on. Grabbing her waist he slid her further up the bed and knelt between her legs.
"I need it Mason. Please!" She couldn't believe she was begging to be fucked, but she was and she needed him. Needed it, more than she ever expected she could.
Lowering his body onto hers, he claimed her lips with his. Janelle moaned against his mouth, loving the taste of her pussy juice on his lips and tongue. Wrapping her legs around his waist, she urged him onto her.
Mason groaned against her lips, and ran the head of his cock along her slit - teasing her with the thick head. He pulled his lips from hers and stared down at her. The heat and intensity in his eyes sent a shiver of need through her. "You sure?"
Janelle groaned and smiled up at him, trying to contain the desire within her. "Are you going to make me beg, Mr Compton?"
"Hmmm. I like that idea, but you're so warm and tight." He pressed the head of his cock against her opening, his eyes not leaving hers. "I couldn't make you wait, if I wanted to."
Sliding her hands down to his firm, muscular ass she pulled him down, urging him into her. "You're driving me mad Mason," her words came out as little more than a sigh.
He pressed into her further, the head of his cock breaching her entrance. "Fuck, so tight." His voice came out low and feral.
She shuddered, and bucked her hips successfully impaling herself further, taking in almost half of his length. "More!" she pleaded with him.
Without another word he pulled out almost completely and rammed himself into her fully. She screamed out, her fingernails digging into his ass, and tightening her legs around his waist. He stretched her so beautifully, filling her to the hilt.
"Fuck me!"
"Yes, baby," he pulled out once more and slammed back into her, faster and harder.
She cried out a second time, "More, more. Oh God, more!" She couldn't have cared less who heard her, the whole house, it didn't matter. All that mattered was his massive cock sending waves of pleasure through her.
The head of his cock stroked her inner wall as he thrust into her, over and over. Every nerve in her body was aching for him and for a third release of the night. She was coming close again. Her stomach knotted as she reached her brink. Just when she knew she was seconds away from coming, Mason pulled out.
Janelle whimpered her protest, her pussy yearning for more. She opened her eyes and he smiled down at her. Sitting back on his heels he lifted her bottom and draped one of her legs over his shoulder, spreading her wide for him - her ass suspended in the air between them.
She looked down the length of his torso until her eyes reached his rock hard cock gleaming with her juices. She watched him press the tip into her and then slowly his length slid into her wanton cunt. As he thrust, he did so slowly and deliberately - as if he knew that watching his cock disappearing into her was one of the most erotic sights she'd ever witnessed.
She gripped the sheets under her once more - preparing herself. She was going to come, soon, hard and fast. "Oh fuck Mason!" Her breath hitched in her throat as he brought her to the edge once again. "I'm going to come!"
He picked up speed. His balls slapped against her ass with a soft smacking sound with each thrust. "Ummm. Yeah, come baby. I need to feel it."
The sound of his voice washed over her, and gave her the final push. With one final moan she found herself being swept up in her desire and then she was falling, relief washing over her as her pussy clenched around his intruding cock, begging him to come with her.
"So good!" he groaned low and loud as he slammed into her a final time and his cock unleashed a stream of his seed within her.
Panting hard, Janelle opened her eyes and looked down at their united bodies and then up to meet his gaze. "Oh my God, Mason."
His eyes were still glazed over with his desire, but he gave her a soft smile. Her heart fluttered at his smile and then sank when he slowly pulled out of her, leaving her feeling barren. After discarding the condom, Mason slid back into bed with her and pulled a blanket over their naked bodies.
"Stay with me tonight?"
She nodded and snuggled close to his side, laying her head on his chest. "I'll have to leave before the cameras are turned back on in the morning." She traced the hard contours of muscle in his chest. Like it had earlier, the muscle flexed under her touch. She loved it.
He frowned, but nodded. "All right. Deal."
Chapter 6
"Janelle. Honey."
Janelle awoke to the deep, sexy sound of Mason's voice. Her eyes fluttered open as she stretched and a smile touched her lips. "Hey."
"Whoa, watch. That camera is on."
The camera! "Oh shit!" Grabbing the sheet she pulled it up and over her head, burrowing under the blankets and out of sight of the camera.
Mason's laughing increased her embarrassment.
"It's not funny! I was supposed to be out of here by now."
The blankets lifted and Mason joined her underneath. "Good morning."
Seeing his smiling, dimpled face helped ease her embarrassment. "Morning."
"It's fine. The cameras didn't catch a thing other than you cuddling in bed with me."
"Yeah, but the viewers will think that I'm some sort of... What if they send me home?"
Hooking his in
dex finger under her chin, Mason leaned down and kissed her tenderly. "Don't worry about it. You're not going home anytime soon and neither am I. And you know what... Even if something like that happens, when this is all over I'll find you. If you want me to. I know all this is fast, and it's quite unorthodox, but I know this is something here between us. So regardless of how this turns out, I want to give us a chance."
Her heart soared. His words were like liquid gold to her ears. Smiling, she leaned over to him, kissing him tenderly and placing her palm flat against his chest. "Guess I'm going to have to take the walk of shame out of here huh?"
"Hmmm. Not until we've had a bath."
Janelle raised a brow at him. "Now?"
He nodded. "No camera in the bathroom. And I have an amazing smelling bubble bath all drawn and ready for us."
Janelle laughed and kissed him a second time. "You ran a bubble bath for us?"
"Indeed I did."
"So are you normally this romantic Mr Compton or am I just special?"
"Hmmm, very special, and no I'm not normally like this. So get your head out from under this blanket, wrap it around you and follow me to the bathroom."
A surge of excitement ran through her, leaving her slightly giddy. She'd never had a man run her a bath before, or display such sweetness towards her. It felt good - real good.
She caught her lower lips between her teeth and nodded, "All right, lead the way Officer."
Laughing, he slid from under the blankets and got out of bed, unconcerned over the camera recording his nudity. Peeping her head from under the covers she took care to wrap the top blanket around her body and took his hand. She intentionally kept her eyes from looking in the direction of the mounted camera as she followed him into the bathroom.
Tangled: A New Adult Romance Boxed Set (12 Book Bundle of Billionaires, Bad Boys, and Royalty) Page 155