by Anthology
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
I stood in the corner of the pool as Mason crept toward me; going so slow his movements only caused the faintest ripple on top of the water. Those ripples reached me and splashed up over my breasts and I could feel my nipples tighten. Mason noticed, too. His eyes moved from mine down to my chest and I saw his nostrils flare as he took in a breath.
To my dismay when he reached me he didn’t touch me. He lingered close enough that I could feel his body heat, only an inch or two away, and I wanted to launch myself on to him. I was desperate for the feel of his skin against mine.
He reached one hand up to the nape of my neck. I thought he would pull me in to kiss him and my body tensed, ready for it. Instead his other hand came up to my breast and moved the triangle of my bikini top to the side so that my breast was exposed. He’d done it in such a way that he’d barely made contact with my skin. I let out a small moan from the back of my throat out of frustration.
“Quiet. I want to take you in.”
Normally I’d be offended by a guy telling me to be quiet but he did it in such a way that it only made me hotter. He repeated the process with the other breast and I couldn’t help it. I let out a soft moan again.
“You keep making sounds like that and I’ll draw this out even longer. Is that what you want?”
“No. God, no,” I whispered.
He stood admiring my breasts. “Beautiful. God, you are so damn beautiful.”
Finally after what felt like forever he leaned down and took a nipple into his mouth, his hand on my neck gripping me harder when I tried to close my eyes and move my head back. He ran his tongue around the puckered nub and pulled it out with his teeth as he backed away. I let out a little cry at the pleasure the slight pain had given me. He looked up to me and his eyes were fierce.
“Quiet, Ellie. I don’t want to hear a sound out of you until I tell you or I’m going to stop what I’m doing. Understand?”
I nodded. I didn’t dare say yes out loud for fear he really would stop. That was the last thing I wanted him to do.
He moved to my other breast and paid it the same attention. The hand that had been at my neck skimmed my stomach and moved beneath my bikini bottom quickly finding my most intimate spot. He gently applied pressure and began moving his fingers flat against me in a circular motion. I bit my lip to keep from crying out at the sensation. I couldn’t help but grind my hips into him, my hands clutching at the hard muscles of his shoulders. Tension began humming in my core and I was close to the brink. He must have known because he moved his hand further down and pushed one of his fingers inside me.
“Fuuuck,” he moaned.
He moved up from my breasts to take my mouth with his in a crushing, possessive kiss. Our tongues both fighting for control until I acquiesced and let him set the pace. His tongue darted in and out of my mouth mimicking what his two fingers were doing in my core. My hands moved over his head trying to get a grip but there was nothing to grab, his hair was shaved to short.
I was near to bursting. The ministrations of his fingers had me almost there but I needed some pressure on my clit to take me home.
Suddenly his mouth and his fingers were gone, nothing but an empty void left behind. I opened my eyes in panic and Mason grabbed me around the waist and hauled me up onto the edge of the pool. He grabbed the sides of my bikini bottoms and wrenched them off. I lifted my butt off the decking so he could get them all the way down my legs. He was in a hurry now, a man starved. He threw the bottoms behind him without any regard for where they’d end up.
His strong hands pushed my thighs apart. Instead of feeling self-conscious I felt sexy, ready for anything. He looked into my eyes, his own heated and full of lust.
“Now you can make noise. I want to hear you scream my name when you come for me.”
Holy. Crap.
I started to move my hands behind me so I could lay down when he grabbed my wrist.
“No. Sit up and watch.” He placed my legs over his shoulders and leaned in, licking from the top to bottom of my sex. I moaned. Loudly.
I sat there with my breasts out of my bikini, looking down as Mason’s head moved in between my legs. It was the most erotic thing I’d seen in all my life. His perfectly shaped head between my thighs, his tongue lapping at me.
His mouth moved up to concentrate on my clit and he slowly slid a finger inside me again, then two.
“Oh, Mason.” I had his head in a death grip while my hips moved rhythmically against his face. His fingers plunged in and out of me at a punishing pace. He sucked my clit in between his lips and it was all too much. My orgasm took me hard and fast and I bucked against him, crying out his name.
I’d only received oral sex a couple of times before, and I’d never been able to finish from it. I’d always been mildly embarrassed about receiving it and couldn’t seem to stay in the moment and relax enough to orgasm. I hadn’t had that problem with Mason. In fact, I couldn’t get enough. I’d just had the orgasm of my life but I still wanted nothing more than for him to bury himself deeply inside me.
He moved back a bit, taking me by the waist and pulling me back into the water. He pressed against me and kissed me passionately, gripping my hair with both hands. I could feel his stiff arousal pressing against my belly and I moved my hand down his rock hard abs toward the prize.
He abruptly pulled away. “No, Ellie. Tonight is just about you.”
“But I want you,” I said reaching out and trying to touch him again. I could hear the slight whine to my voice even in my lustful state.
He grabbed my hand and put it down by my side.
“I can’t tell you what it means to me that you went to Texas with me today. You didn’t have to put yourself in the middle of all that and deal with my family shit.” He straightened my bikini top so my chest was covered once again.
“The look on your face when you got the call. I just….I know what it’s like to have your mom disappoint you. To feel like the parent to your own parent.”
“I know you do.” He brushed a stray hair off my cheek and tucked it behind my ear, then leaned in to kiss me. This kiss was tender and full of emotion and understanding. When we were done he placed a light kiss on my forehead.
I was a goner. The forehead kiss was like my kryptonite and whatever feelings I had been trying to deny came rushing forward.
“I should take you home. It’s late and you’ve had a long day,” he said.
“I don’t want to go home.” I put my arms around his neck and looked into those hazel and green eyes that brought out the minx in me. My nipples were still hard and I brushed them against his bare chest. I knew he could feel them through my bathing suit.
His hands were on my hips trying to push me away. “Ellie, you don’t have to do this.”
“I know I don’t. I want to.” I didn’t have any time to spare. He’d be gone in a few short weeks and I wanted to cram every ounce of pleasure into them that I could. At this point the ten-date rule was a distant memory.
His ran his hands over the top of his head and blew out a breath.
“I don’t have any condoms. Usually I’d carry some on me but I didn’t really think I’d need any on this trip.”
I tried my best to ignore the part about him normally having them around and all it implied. I felt more disappointed than I should and I knew my bottom lip was sticking out like I was two years old.
Mason threw his head back and laughed. “Sorry, babe. My bad.”
“Well, I still don’t want to go home.”
“You can stay the night. No problem there but no guarantees I’ll be able to keep my hands off you. You might not get much sleep.”
Satisfied, I pushed up onto my tippy toes and gave him a quick peck on the cheek. “Good answer.” I sauntered out of the pool and made my way across the deck to the chair with the towels on it, my bikini bottom still floating in the pool.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
I awoke to a lush, warm body next to me. E
llie was draped across her side of the bed, stomach down. The t-shirt she’d borrowed to sleep in had ridden up to her waist exposing her bright pink thong and perfect ass.
Yesterday had been one hell of a ride. I needed to figure out how to deal with my mom long-term but I wasn’t going to dwell on that now. It only brought out the worst in me. I’d wait until Ellie left to think about it.
While she warmed my bed I wanted to worship at the altar that was Ellie. My hands itched to run over her ass and taste what lay between. Last night had been beyond what I’d hoped for on the plane ride home. We seemed to be in a good place at the moment. With my schedule nothing could last between us, but I wasn’t going to waste time worrying about it. Carpe diem, and all that.
Ellie looked peaceful with her dark hair spilled across the pillow. I wondered if she was a morning person. Did she wake up chipper and raring to go, or was she grumpy until she got her first cup of coffee? There was so much I wanted to know about this girl it was ridiculous.
I could think of a few really interesting ways to wake her up. Maybe with a back massage…or maybe I’d pull that pink thong down her legs and nibble between her thighs…or I could push that t-shirt all the way up and over her head, roll her over and massage her front. Great, now I was hard.
I can’t believe I hadn’t brought condoms with me. It had to be the first time I hadn’t had any on me since I was fourteen. What an idiot. I’d sure as hell be visiting a drug store today.
Nothing more physical had happened when we’d gone to bed. We’d had a long day so I settled for having her tucked into my body as we drifted off to sleep. There was something nice about that, too.
My cell phone’s shrill ring echoed from the bathroom counter. Ellie shifted on the bed and murmured. I bounded off the bed, trying to answer the call before it woke her up. I couldn’t have that. Not if I wanted to enact one of my carefully thought out fantasies on how to wake her.
Rushing into the bathroom I grabbed the phone and hit the answer button before looking to see who it was.
“Mason,” Troy boomed through the earpiece.
“Hey, man. What’s up? I’m kinda busy right now.”
“What the hell is going on? Why weren’t you answering your phone last night?”
“I was busy. Why?” I said with an edge to my voice. Troy may have been my manager but he wasn’t my caretaker and I didn’t like when he treated me like I was his employee.
“Oh, nothing much. I just got a call from the National Examiner asking if I had any comment about your mom being picked up for drunk and disorderly and property damage. Not to mention they wanted to know about the girl you were with. What. The. Hell. Is. Going. On?”
Shit. I’d meant to give Troy the heads-up yesterday but I’d had two very different women on my mind and for two very different reasons. Still, it wasn’t like me to forget to inform my manager of a potential PR nightmare coming our way.
“Sorry, man. I was gassed after everything with my mom yesterday and I forgot to give you a call.”
“Well, we need to talk to your publicist to figure out how we’re going to handle this situation with your mom. The girl…who’s she?”
“Her name’s Ellie. But I don’t want that released. In fact I want you to do whatever it takes to make sure none of this gets out. I don’t want my mom’s issues becoming tabloid fodder. If it hits the papers Justin and Olivia are bound to find out. There were some photographers taking pictures when we left. Buy the pictures. Tell them Ellie’s a sober companion or counselor, whatever, and that her picture can’t be in the media to keep the privacy of her clients.”
“Didn’t take you long to find a fuck buddy in Virginia did it?” He laughed.
Troy never did treat women with any respect. I hadn’t been perfect, either—I’d had my share of one-nighters. I gave them whatever amount of respect they demanded for themselves. I was always honest. At times Troy treated them like they were lucky to be in his presence.
“Whatever, man. Just make sure those pictures don’t see the light of day.”
“I’ll see what I can do.”
“Don’t see about it, do it. That’s why you’re my manager. To manage shit like this.”
“Fine. You’re gonna love the next phone call I got,” he said the sarcasm in his voice evident.
“What else could there possibly be...”
“I got a call from the E Network. They’re also considering Little Mac for the reality series.”
“That waste of skin?” Most people remember the whole east coast rapper versus west coast rapper drama from the 90’s. Well, that was a pretty apt description of the situation between Little Mac and me presently. He was my biggest competition in an already competitive industry. That’s not why I had no love for the guy. I can admit he puts out some good beats. We’d both grown popular around the same time and for some reason the guy loved to try to get under my skin. He was a total poser acting like some hard-core gangster rapper, when the truth was he was from Orange County and grew up with a silver spoon in his mouth. He subscribed to the theory that all media attention was good so he’d say shit about me to the press and try to get me to respond, or purposely date someone I had. He was the guy who was always competing with someone, even when he was the only one in the competition.
“They’re trying to cover all the bases.”
“We can’t let him get that show. What do we need to do?”
“I’ll provide damage control and let you know how I make out.”
“Keep me updated.”
Troy hung up and I walked back into the bedroom to see Ellie gazing at me with sleepy eyes. She pulled the covers up over her waist. Damn. As I strode toward her she began stifling a laugh to the point that she covered her mouth with her hand to hide her grin.
“What’s so funny?” I asked with a smile.
She nodded toward my lower half and I looked down to see my junk standing at full attention underneath my white boxer briefs. Guess my lower half was still thinking of Ellie in bed while I was on the phone.
I bounced onto the bed beside her, careful not to crush my junk. “You can take credit for that. I was lying here thinking of all the ways I could wake you up before my phone rang.”
She laughed again. God, I loved seeing that gorgeous smile on her face. It sounded cheesy as hell but it really did light up the whole room.
She looked a hesitant then said, “Who was on the phone? You sounded angry…was it about your mom?”
“It was my manager, Troy. The E Network is doing a reality show based on a hip-hop artist’s life. I was at the top of their list, now they’re thinking of offering the job to Little Mac.”
“Oh, I’m sorry.” She grabbed my hand and gave it a small squeeze. “I’m surprised you’d want to do a reality show. I didn’t get the impression you like having everything about your life on display in the press.”
“I’m not excited about having a camera crew follow me around twenty-four/seven, that’s for sure. But it’s a great way to find a larger audience. I don’t want to be a middle-aged man slingin’ rhymes for a living. I want to branch out. Get out of the pigeonhole I’ve been put in, show that I can do more.”
“What else do you want to do?” she asked.
“Act, direct, maybe run a clothing business. It’s cliché as hell, I know.”
“I don’t think so.”
“If I could use the show as a platform to show there’s more to me than just the hip-hop persona, I think it’d help to get people in the industry to take me seriously. That, and the pay is killer.”
Ellie scrunched her nose up in the cutest way. It was all I could do not to pinch her cheeks it was so endearing. “Can I say…no, never mind.”
“What?”
“Nothing.”
“Ellie, tell me what you were going to say,” I said, my voice firmer now.
“Well, from the looks of the house in Texas you bought your mom, and the fact that you charter a private plane, and you can
afford to rent this house for a month…I’d say money didn’t exactly seem like a problem for you.”
“No, but—”
“That came out all wrong. It sounds like I’ve been adding up your assets in my head,” she said.
“I understand what you mean. What I was going to say was that no, money is not a problem, but I want to make sure that Justin and Olivia are set up. For life. I don’t ever want them to have to want for anything. I want them to have the freedom to do whatever they want when they get older.”
Ellie was quiet and sat there thoughtfully. I felt the need to keep talking and fill the void, fearful of her judgment.
“I know that sounds ridiculous. It sounds ridiculous to my ears but you’d be shocked at how easy it is to burn through money, even when you have a lot of it. There’s a reason there are so many broke ex-athletes and child stars. You can get caught up in the lifestyle. If there’s more than enough in the bank, it won’t matter what happens. They’ll be safe and secure. No matter what.”
Ellie raised her hand to cup my cheek and the sweetest smile crossed her face. “I get it,” she said. “You’re trying to give them the life you never had growing up.”
As soon as I heard the words escape from her plump lips I knew they were true. I’d never thought of it that way. How was it that this girl got me so completely?
I turned my head and kissed the inside of her palm. “I guess, Yeah,” I said softly. A small smile crept across her face and she looked into my eyes, her deep brown ones pulling me in until the only thing I was cognizant of were those deep pools of chocolate. “What are you doing today?” I asked and leaned down, brushing her hair away from her neck and kissing her lightly.
She let out a soft sigh and my dick twitched, wanting nothing more than to bury itself in the heat in between her legs so that I could elicit more sighs like that one.
“I have a bunch of résumés that I have to get out. I…ahh, Mason…” she said as I stroked and nibbled on her neck with my tongue. “I…I didn’t have a…mmm…chance to get…oh, Mason…to get any out this week.” Her hands scratched lightly down my back as she enjoyed my ministrations.