by Anthology
Mason shook his head, his eyes still darting between my face and my chest.
I laughed a little to myself while trying to think of what I wanted to ask him. Our earlier questions had been tame to say the least: What’s your favourite color? When was your first kiss? Did you ever have a crush on one of your teachers? To which I found out that Mason did in fact have a crush on his third-grade teacher Mrs. Henderson.
I didn’t want to ask a tame question, though. I knew it was the slight buzz I had going, but I wanted to ask him something I probably wouldn’t ask otherwise. I knew what I wanted to know most. Had this man ever given his heart to anyone? He was rich, successful and led a life of fame that I couldn’t even begin to understand. I wanted to know if he had it in him to really love someone, or if everything was a good time to him. I’d never ask it in the context of what was going on between the two of us, but I could use this game to my advantage.
“Have you ever been in love?”
He blinked a few times and the expression on his face turned to one of hard plains. “Once.”
Okay, that was good I guess. Wait. Was it? Did I want him to fall in love with me? It was way too early to be thinking of anything like that. But now I wanted to know more about who he was in love with and when.
“When was this?”
“It was a few years back.”
“What happened?”
“The relationship crashed and burned.”
“Do you still love her?”
“No.”
A heavy silence fell between us. The mood had somehow gone from jovial to serious with my questions.
“Ellie, I really don’t want to talk right now.”
I swallowed past the lump in my throat. “What do you want to do?”
“Not what. Who.”
He walked around the island toward me, never once breaking eye contact. When he reached me he put his hands around my waist and lifted me up to sit on the countertop. The granite was cold underneath me. He placed a hand on my inner thigh and exerted some pressure for me to part my legs. I did and he stepped in between. I put my hands around his neck. One of his hands trailed down my arm and when it reached my shoulder he brought it to the back of my head and scrunched my hair up in his hand. His other hand rested at my waist. He stood there looking at me with lust in his eyes for what felt like hours. The sweet torture of having him so near, but not having his lips on me was more than I could bear. I pulled on his neck and brought his face to mine.
The moment our lips touched it was like the starting gun had gone off at the beginning of a race. Our tongues met forcefully, each one looking for dominance over the other. I wrapped my legs around his hips and we ground ourselves into one another. His hands groped my body while my nails ran down his back.
I groaned into his mouth when his hardness met with a particularly sensitive spot on me.
He brought his hands to either side of my face and pushed them up into my hair. “Damn, Ellie. If you don’t want this to lead anywhere that’s cool. But we’re gonna have to stop now. I don’t know if I’ll have the strength to end it if we keep this up much longer.”
“I want to keep it up. I don’t want to stop,” I said.
A giant grin crept slowly onto his face. He picked me up by the waist. I was straddling him, his hands on my ass as we made our way to the master bedroom.
There was nothing slow and methodical about our approach with each other this evening. Tonight we were two people who’d denied themselves a physical manifestation of their lust and need for each other, who were now going to let all barriers drop. I knew we wouldn’t be having sex, or making love—it’d be carnal and animalistic. And I loved it.
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
I walked through the great room with Ellie wrapped around me. I’d never needed someone physically so badly in my life. She was so goddamn beautiful, and I if I didn’t bury myself in her soon, I’d go mad.
When I reached the bedroom I laid her on the white comforter. She unwrapped her legs from around me and shimmied herself up to the top of the mattress so her head rested on a pillow. She laid there wearing only a white lace bra and matching thong. If the sight of her perfect body hadn’t already completely undone me, the expression on her face would have.
She looked at me as if I were the centre of her universe, like I was the only one who could provide her with what she needed right now. And I would. I wouldn’t stop until she was screaming my name out in ecstasy, begging me to both stop and keep going at the same time.
I crawled toward her on my hands and knees and the pace of her breathing picked up the closer I got. I hovered above her, my knees and hands on either side of her mouth-watering curves, and trailed one finger along the lace edging of her bra. Her breathing hitched.
Lowering myself enough to reach her mouth, but so no other part of our bodies were touching, I licked along the seam of her lips and her jawline until I made my way to her earlobe. I gave it the tiniest nibble and then sucked it into my mouth.
“Mmmm,” she moaned beneath me. Her hands came around me and tried to force me down onto her body but I was stronger and I wasn’t finished my slow torture yet. I wanted her begging me before I gave her what she wanted.
I moved my mouth away and brought my hands to the front clasp of her bra. When I released it and moved the cups to the side, her luscious tits spilled out, her nipples already erect. I laid down beside her, while Ellie tossed her bra to the floor beside the bed.
I bent my head and brought one nipple into my mouth, swirling my tongue around its taut peak and stretching it with my mouth as I backed away to give the same treatment to her other one. Ellie’s fingers dug hard into my shoulders. I kneaded and tasted and sucked her tits until she was panting my name over and over again in between her moans.
I trailed kisses from her breasts up to her mouth; I needed to taste her again. I plunged my tongue into her mouth and moved my hand down to her warm centre, pulling her thong to the side and pushing a finger inside her. “You’re so wet. So ready.”
She moaned in response and squeezed my shoulders tighter.
I pushed in another finger and brought it out slowly. I repeated the action over and over until my fingers were coated in her desire and she was writhing underneath me. She arched her back every time I pushed into her. When she brought her hands up to her own tits and squeezed them I swear I almost came. Watching her come undone so completely was more than I could handle. I was desperate to get inside her.
I grabbed each side of her thong and pulled it down her long legs.
Ellie sat up slightly and reached for the waistband of my Calvin Klein’s. I got up onto my knees so she could pull them down. When my cock sprang free it was only inches from her face and I couldn’t help but fantasize about what her plump lips would feel like wrapped around my jutting cock. She pulled my boxers down until they were at my knees.
I hadn’t been expecting her to fist the base of my dick, and I let out an audible hiss when she touched me.
“I want you in my mouth,” she said in a low seductive voice.
Was there any better combination of words in the English language? Christ. I was so tuned up if I let her put her mouth on me this would be over before it even began. I’d been fantasizing about Ellie placing her lips around me, but it wouldn’t be tonight.
I gently placed my hands on her shoulders. “No, Ellie.”
She looked up at me with those big doe eyes full of hurt and confusion. “Why won’t you let me do this for you? You stopped me last time too…”
I stroked her hair away from her face in what I hoped was a reassuring gesture. “Believe me. I’ve fantasized about you doing that to me more than you could imagine. But I want inside you, and you go there tonight,” I said pointing to my junk, “there’ll be none of that.”
Her forehead creased in confusion.
“I feel like a fourteen year old boy saying this, but I’ll finish. I won’t be able to stop myself.”
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p; “Oh.” She looked pleased with my answer and laid herself back down on the bed.
I got off the bed and pushed my boxers the rest of the way down my legs. Opening the nightstand drawer, I pulled out one of the condoms I’d put there. After the last time, I wasn’t going to be caught without one again.
“Let me,” Ellie said with her arm outstretched. I passed it over to her and moved back up onto the bed.
She ripped the package open with her teeth, pulled the condom out, and sat up. I moved in front of her and straddled her legs. She placed the condom at the tip of my cock and pinched the tip of the rubber then slowly slid the rest down the length of my shaft.
Seeing her hands work along the length of my cock was all I could take. As soon as she finished rolling the condom down I pushed her back onto the bed and covered my body with hers. She wrapped her legs around my waist and I positioned myself at her entrance.
I was finally going to claim what was mine.
*****
I loved it when Mason took the reins. In my daily life I wanted control of my own destiny, but in the bedroom he could call the shots with no arguments from me. The look that came over his face was primitive and fierce. His green eyes filled with lust and determination. He was over top of me, and the muscles in his arms bunched.
He pushed into me slowly, inch by long inch, his abdominal muscles contracting and his eyes rolling back into his head.
“You feel so fucking good,” he moaned.
I was so full with him inside of me that when he pulled himself out again slowly I whimpered at the loss. He pumped into me a few times at an agonizingly slow pace. I wanted to scream in frustration. He was so controlled. All I wanted was for him to take me.
Claim me.
To own me.
He pulled out so that only his tip was still in me. He paused before slamming back into me in one thrust.
I looked up at him as he worked himself in and out of me over and over again at a punishing pace. He was raw power. His muscles tensing and contracting with his movements. This was a man who knew what he wanted and he wanted me. A shiver ran up my spine that at this moment at least, this amazing man that was Mason Nash, was one hundred percent focused on me. It was a heady feeling.
The sound of my ass slapping into his hips only served to increase my desire. He bent down to take one of my nipples into his mouth, circling it with his tongue and playing with it between his teeth.
“Oh, yes, yes,” I moaned into his mouth as he moved from my breasts to my lips. After he’d kissed me for a few minutes he raised himself up off of me so our chests were no longer touching.
“I want you to say my name when you come, Ellie. I want you looking at me and screaming my name.”
I’d do anything he told me to right now if he just wouldn’t stop. Heat pooled low in my belly and I knew my release was imminent. He circled his hips when he was deep inside and that heat turned to fire. I couldn’t get enough of it. I tried to hold off my orgasm as long as I could because I didn’t want the feeling to end.
When I couldn’t deny it any longer I let the sensations wash over me and screamed Mason’s name. My core spasmed and contracted around Mason’s shaft. I opened my eyes to look into Mason’s half-lidded green ones.
“Fuck, yeah. Ellie…” Mason moaned and I felt him twitch inside of me with his own release. Every muscle in his body tensed as he pumped into me a few more times before moving onto his back beside me. I tucked myself into his side and lay there catching my breath. He had one hand on my ass, the other was stroking lightly up and down my arm.
“That was…I don’t even have the words,” he said still breathing heavy.
“I know.” He bent his head and kissed my forehead. Why did that one action threaten to open up a well of emotions I didn’t want to deal with? I wouldn’t ruin our time together by thinking about what would happen when it was time for him to leave. I wouldn’t. Enjoy it while you can.
“Give me a second, babe, I gotta take care of this condom.” I moved off him and he got out of bed and walked to the ensuite. I missed the hard warmth of his body instantly. Moments later, he crawled back in bed and we positioned ourselves like we were before.
“Have you heard anything more from your manager about the pictures that got taken in Texas?” I asked.
“I haven’t heard back from him yet. I don’t want you to worry too much about it though. I’ll do whatever it takes to protect you from the media, Ellie.” His muscled arms wrapped around me and gave me a squeeze.
“You can’t protect me, Mason. I wanted to know so I’d be prepared that’s all. How did you deal with it when you first became famous?”
I felt Mason shrug his shoulder underneath me. “I didn’t really. At first I basked in it. The attention, the money, the women. I won’t lie and say I didn’t like it. I was a poor kid from the trailer park who thought I’d be living pay cheque to pay cheque all my life…if I was lucky. I could never have conceived of any of this happening to me.”
“When did it change?”
Mason sighed. “You asked me earlier if I’d ever been in love. I was once. Rebecca and I were together a while. I loved her. I thought the feeling was mutual. It wasn’t. She betrayed me and that was the first time I really looked at the people I’d surrounded myself with. I realized everyone was there to get a piece of me. Take their share of my success. After the incident with Rebecca I took off the rose-coloured glasses. Got rid of the dead weight in my life.”
“I don’t know if I could deal with that. Is it worth it?”
“I get to do something I really enjoy. I get to see and do things I wouldn’t be able to otherwise. There’s a cost, sure, but Olivia and Justin have a better life because of it.”
“Still, not feeling like you can trust anyone…”
“That’s one of the reasons I like you so much. My fame actually works against me with you. I don’t have to worry about you selling a story to the tabloids, or calling in a tip about where we might be so a picture of us together will show up in the media. I know you aren’t going to leak any of the texts I send you.”
“But you can’t know that about me. How could you? We just met.”
He bent his head and kissed my forehead while squeezing me with his arms. “I know.”
With that declaration Mason Nash stole a sliver of my heart. I knew his trust wasn’t given easily.
I didn’t like how much I was growing to need him, how quickly. I didn’t want to feel attached to him. I wasn’t a novice at relationships but if I was honest I’d never really loved anyone. I always knew at the back of my mind that if things didn’t work out I could cut and run and life would continue as I knew it.
I couldn’t escape the feeling that when Mason left, my life wouldn’t go on as it had before. I’d be altered in some way. I hoped against all hope that the piece of my heart he took with him wouldn’t be too large.
We lay in silence for a long while. Our breathing became steadier and my eyes grew heavy as sleep took hold. I fell asleep on Mason’s chest listening to his rhythmic heartbeat, hoping that when he left he wouldn’t rip mine from my chest.
CHAPTER NINETEEN
When I woke Ellie was draped across my chest, her dark hair spilled over top of me. The vanilla scent of her shampoo filled my nostrils and I inhaled deeply. I liked waking up with her near, especially if it meant I’d gotten to be deep inside her the night before.
The sex had been incredible. Beyond incredible—fucking fantastic. Best ever. Gold star. The. Absolute. Shit.
I couldn’t wait to do it again.
And again.
And then again.
Speaking of which, time for Ellie to get up so we could make that happen. She didn’t need any more beauty sleep. She was gorgeous. Another hour of sleep wasn’t going to change that.
I rubbed my hand lightly up and down the bare expanse of her back, wishing she was lying face up so that I was rubbing her front. When she didn’t so much as stir I applied
a little more pressure. Still nothing. Apparently Sleeping Beauty was hard to rouse after a night of bedroom calisthenics.
“Ellie. Babe,” I said in a hushed voice. No response. I really was going to start calling her Sleeping Beauty. If memory served the prince had had to wake her up with a kiss. I could handle that, although I had a kiss of a different kind on my mind.
I gently eased myself out from underneath her. She stirred a little and mumbled something then repositioned herself on her back and fell still and silent again. Perfect. I moved down to her legs and separated them so that I could get myself in between them. Her head tossed to the side but she didn’t stir.
My cock was as hard as a rock in anticipation of tasting her again. I bent my head down and licked her bottom to top. I couldn’t see how I’d ever get enough of this. I stuck my tongue in and out of her like I was banging her with it and she began to moan in her sleep. I moved up and started vibrating my tongue on her clit, keeping my eyes on her face the entire time. When I exerted a little more pressure her eyes flew open and locked with mine.
“Oh God, Mason. What are you….ahhh.”
Her hands came down on top of my head and she pushed my face into her as she rocked her hips. It was fucking hot how responsive she was. I knew she was close to coming when she cried out. I slipped a finger inside her and it was like flicking a switch. She came and when her hands tried to pull my head away I resisted until I’d wrung every last shiver and contraction out of her.
I loved doing that to her. I could do it all day every day just to see the look on her face after she came. The look she had right now. One of pure satisfaction and contentment. To know that I was the one who put that flush in her cheeks made me feel like a goddamn superhero.
Normally I’d be looking for her to return the favor so I could find my own release. I didn’t seem to need that with her. Don’t get me wrong; I was hard as a rock and my dick was aching for Ellie to touch it. But the satisfaction of giving that to Ellie more than made up for it.