Housekeeping

by Summer Cooper

  However, none of that changed anything.

  Mason didn’t look like he was going to back down as he stood up with sudden enthusiasm, a grin on his face as he held a hand out to me. I stared at the hand, trying to hold myself back.

  Then, I had a sudden thought… why not?

  Why was I fighting myself so hard, when I had to admit I’d been tempted to get myself off to the thought of this guy and the size of his cock? It had been so long since I’d last been in a relationship, I was almost desperate enough just to jump him and get this over with. He’d only shown minimal interest in me before, so this was my chance, right? He wasn’t just laughing his head off at this older woman that lusted after him.

  After a moment of staring at his hand, I reached out my own because I had to admit if only to myself that I wanted this, wanted him. There was no shame in it. I placed my palm on his, and his long, rough fingers folded over my hands. My heart thumped hard.

  “Would you mind coming back to my room with me?” |he asked, holding my hand.

  I blinked at him, my body already heating up at the thought of the two of us getting hot and heavy.

  “Huh?”

  He chuckled, grinning at me. “I was thinking we could just head up to my room, instead of me taking you home. Would that be inconvenient for you?”

  I bit down on my lip. I would have felt more comfortable at my place, but I figured I wasn’t going to be thinking much about comfort while trying to get into his pants. Besides, my place was small, and while clean, it wasn’t exactly pretty to look at. Then I looked Mason over and decided my bed wouldn’t be big enough for the two of us with his six-foot-four frame, especially considering the luxury he was used to.

  “Let’s do that,” I said decisively, getting up.

  I pulled my hand out of his to clear the table and wash the dishes we’d used. I already had the rest of the food I’d cooked put away, but where the others could find it when they finally made it in to eat. I was just glad no one had come in to interrupt and found me with Mason, or there would have been rumors all over the hotel about it, and that was the last thing I needed.

  With everything done, Mason held his hand out to me, and again, I took it.

  He dragged me out into the hall, then to the elevator. Thankfully, he knew where the elevators used by the staff were, so I didn’t have to put up with him dragging me through the lobby, in front of guests and other staff.

  In the elevator, we stood facing forward, both of us silent. It was a little awkward for me because we were still holding hands. It was hard to stand still, my body was feeling way more than interested, and I couldn’t help fidgeting in impatience as I watched the floor numbers go up.

  “I never realized how high my room was,” Mason muttered.

  If he was trying to be witty or something, the joke fell flat. The elevator doors finally opened, and Mason was tugging me out. He let go of my hand again when we stopped in front of his room, so he could find the keycard to unlock the door, then pulled me inside. Out of nowhere, he whirled me around, his other hand going to my shoulder as he held me against the door, and I gasped, my eyes widening as I looked up at him.

  “What the—”

  He cut me off before I could voice a complaint, his lips slanting against mine in a kiss. I made a noise of surprise, but it only took a second before I was kissing him back. I pulled my hands away from his to place them on his chest, running them up and around his shoulders to wrap my arms around his neck. I leaned up on the tips of my toes, pressing my lips harder against his.

  I was getting short of breath, and as I was thinking about pulling back, he broke the kiss first. I was left panting, though Mason seemed to be faring better than I was.

  “Damn, Laura,” he muttered, huffing a small laugh.

  My face felt a little hot. “Sorry. It’s been a while for me.”

  “Oh?” His eyebrows shot up. “How long is a while?”

  I opened my mouth to reply but realized I didn’t have a ready answer. How long had it been anyway? More than a year, maybe? I remember getting dumped a long while before last Christmas, and the year was getting on, so nearly.

  “A while,” I said. No need to go into detail.

  He didn’t press for more, instead he leaned down for another kiss that I melted right into. After a long, passionate kiss that left my body yearning towards his, I pressed my hands to his chest so he’d let me breathe again.

  “Are we ever going to move away from the door?” I asked breathlessly.

  Mason grinned at me, then pulled away. He took my hand again and pulled me further into the room. He pulled me over to the couch, directed me to sit down, then sat right next to me, body shifted to the side a little, so he was facing me.

  I didn’t fight it when he went in for another kiss. We’d already had dinner and conversation. Right then, I only wanted the one thing from him, and as he was pushing me back into the arm of the couch and lying his athletic body over mine, I was all for it. I reacted with enthusiasm, in fact, throwing one of my legs over his, my fingers burying in his hair to hold him to me as I kissed him back with as much passion as he was giving me.

  He nibbled on my lower lip, making me moan. His tongue slid into my mouth, tangling around mine, and I sucked on it. Mason let out a growl that ran a shiver down my back, pressing me further into the couch. When he pulled away again, I was lying down on my back, my legs thrown over his, and he was half kneeling on the couch with his upper body braced above me, one hand on the arm of the couch.

  Mason didn’t slow down, moving to kiss his way down my neck. His other hand went to my waist, flexing a little as he slowly, seductively moved it up.

  That was where I got scared, and I put a hand over his to stop him. It was enough to get him to freeze completely. He slowly pulled back to meet my eyes, his own full of questions. Suddenly feeling awkward again, I looked away from his gaze.

  “What is it?” he asked, his voice in a whisper.

  I sighed, pushing against his chest some more. He moved until he was sitting properly, and I shifted my legs from over his to do the same. I fixed my slightly mussed clothes, my hands on my knees.

  “Did I do something wrong?” he asked quietly, after a minute of silence.

  “No, you didn’t do anything wrong. It’s just that… I don’t usually do this sort of thing.”

  “Having sex?” he responded, his tone incredulous.

  I let out a snort at that. “No, not that. I’m not a virgin, Mason. I just… don’t do one-night stands. Usually, I date guys before I sleep with them. I want to do this though,” I added quickly, so he didn’t think I was asking him to date me. “It’s just…”

  As I went to explain, my voice trailed off. Usually, I dated guys to gauge their reactions to when we both wanted something more out of the relationship. It had taken a while for me to grow comfortable with my body the way it was because while my scars were a mark I would have to live with for the rest of my life, they were also a mark that I’d escaped death once, so it was a big thing.

  Still, I wasn’t so comfortable that I would let just anyone look at me so exposed. I might have got my life back on track; I was able to carry on happily like I hadn’t had a bad experience in my life. That didn’t mean I would be okay with people judging my body, and it was why I didn’t date that much. I was in my mid-thirties, and I’d dated maybe five guys, and one of them was before the whole cancer thing. Of the remaining four, only three ever made it to my bed. One of those relationships lasted over a year, but we still broke up. He was the guy who’d left me last year because he’d fallen for someone else.

  I could be fine with everything else in my life, but over this, I couldn’t be so carefree. I didn’t like that I was so self-conscious because it was something I hadn’t had before, but it wasn’t something about me that I could easily change either.

  “There’s something you should know…”

  Mason arched an eyebrow at me. He didn’t dismiss me though
. He sat back and crossed his arms over his chest.

  “Go ahead, Laura. I’m all ears.”

  10

  Laura

  Mason was waiting to hear what I had to say, and at that moment, I hesitated again. I wanted this or I wouldn’t have taken the guy’s hand in the first place, so I took in a deep breath for courage and decided to spill everything.

  “So, this thing you should know… it might weird you out a little bit,” I said in warning, already bracing myself in case he suddenly didn’t want to continue.

  He shrugged. “It’s fine. Just tell me before I jump you.”

  I sucked in a sharp breath, eyes widening on him. But then I shook my head, determined not to let him distract me.

  “Okay, so I was sick a while back, and I needed to have surgery on my chest. One of my breasts was reconstructed and the other one, well, sort of ‘lifted’. I also have only one nipple.”

  The words flowed out of my mouth because I didn’t see much reason in keeping it a secret, anyway. Then I held my breath and waited for his reaction.

  He didn’t have much of one. He just blinked at me, arched an eyebrow, and his eyes dropped to my chest. The look in them was almost curious.

  “If you were worried that would bother me, don’t,” he said blankly. “I’ve wanted you for a while now. Since the last time I saw you, I’ve had you in my head. It’s not going to be easy to turn me away.”

  My jaw dropped a little at his declaration. It wasn’t exactly what I expected, but it was a good enough outcome that my nerves quieted a bit. He stood up and held his hand out to me. Once again, I took his hand, and he pulled me up from the couch, then led me over to the bedroom. Then he whirled on me, putting his arms around my waist to tug my body closer to his, and leaned down for another kiss.

  Only, it was different from before. There was still passion, but the kiss was softer, almost tender, and as much as I’d loved the rough kissing, this made me melt. This time when his hands lifted my thick top, I didn’t stop him. Our lips separated long enough for me to raise my arms so he could pull it off. Mason backed me up slowly until the back of my knees hit the bed, and I fell back onto it, with him following me down, pressing me into the soft, wide mattress. I moaned a little at the luxury. It was like lying down on a fucking cloud.

  “Move up,” Mason said against my lips.

  I let out a groan but did as he wanted. I toed off my shoes, then rose up on my elbows and pushed my way up the bed. Mason followed me, crawling up, so he remained above me, keeping our lips locked. When I lay back down with my head on top of the pillow, he was braced over me on all fours. His eyes, when he pulled back long enough for me to see them, were smoldering.

  “Do you have condoms?” I asked before we could go any further. Those were a must with any guy I slept with for the first time.

  Mason smirked. He rolled off me to reach for the nightstand, and I pouted a little that he’d moved away. I looked down at my body and let out a shaky breath. I still had on another top and my bra, but already I was feeling exposed. Mason didn’t give me long to ponder on it before he was back, settling his body above mine. He held a strip of four condoms up so I could see them before he set them to the side on the bed.

  “I hope you don’t think we’re using all of those,” I said, breathless.

  Mason just hummed and leaned down to leave a peck on my lips. “Not all of them, no. But more than one at least.”

  I arched an eyebrow. “You can last for two rounds?” I asked.

  He smirked, then leaned down to kiss me some more.

  I flinched a little when his hand dropped to my waist. The top I had on underneath was light, and I could feel his hot touch through the fabric. It had been so long since I’d had such large, rough hands on my body. I shuddered when that hand slipped under my top to touch my bare skin, sighing into his mouth as my body squirmed under his. He slid his knee between mine, and I parted my thighs, spreading my legs so he could lower his hips to the space between them. He still had on his slacks, and I was wearing jeans, but even through them, I could feel the hardness of his thighs, and I clamped my legs around him, wanting to feel more of it.

  It had been a while for me.

  Mason moved from kissing my lips to leaving little kisses all over my face. I had my eyes squeezed shut, and I let out a little giggle when I felt his lips on my forehead, temples, cheeks, and chin. He kissed his way down my jaw, nipping slightly when he got to the flesh of my neck. He nibbled lightly on my ear, which made me gasp. My back arched slightly as a throbbing began between my thighs.

  “Fuck, you’re good at this,” I said in a light growl as he nipped and licked his way down my neck.

  His teeth dug in a little at one point as he sucked, and I imagined he’d leave some marks for me to enjoy tomorrow. I’d have to explain them but I’d probably be more smug than embarrassed—as long as I didn’t get to see any guests, that is.

  “I’d like to think I know how to treat a woman,” was Mason’s response. “Don’t worry about a thing, Laura. Just lie back and enjoy it.”

  I wanted to protest a little. I wasn’t a passive kind of girl, especially not in bed, but Mason was working some magic on me, going to the other side of my neck and repeating the process going down. His tongue dipped in the hollow of my throat, and my head tilted back as I let out a light gasp, my thighs flexing around his.

  “So good,” I breathed out.

  Mason chuckled.

  His hand, still on my waist under my top, pushed the light fabric up. My breath hitched, and like he could feel my unease, Mason bit down on the side of my neck, just where it met my shoulder, sucking a little harder. It was enough to distract me, so he had the top up and over my chest before I realized he’d moved it. I helped take it off after a second of hesitation.

  He stopped and pulled back, rising on his elbows to look down at me.

  “It’s your call how far we go tonight,” he said, his voice clear, eyes soft as they met mine. “You can keep your bra on if you want.”

  I didn’t want that. Even if he was saying it for my benefit, it would be uncomfortable for me. Sex was messy and sweaty, and having clothes on when I fucked, especially my bra, just felt disgusting afterward.

  “It’s fine,” I said. I arched my back a little and reached behind my back.

  Mason didn’t try to help as I searched for the clasp of my bra to undo it, and I was grateful. Once I had the clasp undone, I settled back down, crossing my arms over my chest to hold onto the bra straps. I held that pose for a second, taking a deep breath, then slid it off and tossed it to the side.

  My eyes wanted to look anywhere but at Mason. Still, I wanted to see the expression on his face, and when my eyes turned away for a moment, they flitted right back.

  Mason didn’t even seem to hesitate. He leaned down to continue kissing me, starting from my neck and making his way down to my chest. He squirmed a little lower, so his face was level with my chest, his hands cupping both my breasts, squeezing lightly. His lips dropped little kisses all over my breasts, not leaving out my nipples, real and tattooed.

  I was thrilled and so fucking happy, feeling shameless as I wrapped my limbs around him, wanting his body as close to mine as possible. His actions were enough to make me give in, and when he wrapped his lips around my nipple and sucked, I let out a little cry as my back arched, pushing my breast even further into his mouth.

  “Naked,” I gasped, my thighs flexing around his once more as the throbbing between my thighs grew unbearable. “Please, Mason! Clothes off.”

  He didn’t argue, letting out a little groan as he moved, so he was on his knees above me. I moaned a little because I had to pull my legs from around him, but his hand fumbling the button of my jeans was enough to distract me. I did the same, my hands moving to the waistband of his slacks, then around so I could undo his belt, then his button and zip. I tugged his slacks down, and they slid smoothly down his thighs. My jeans were a little too tight for that, and he p
ulled away to take them off, making me groan in protest.

  Mason pulled my jeans lower off my legs as he slid down my body. He tossed them to the side, then did the same for his slacks, pausing for a second before he pulled off his briefs, too. I sucked in a harsh breath, seeing him erect for the first time.

  “It’s not anything you haven’t seen before,” he murmured, crawling back over me, settling his hips between my spread thighs once more.

  My eyes stayed on his cock the entire time. Fuck, he was at least ten inches, thick, the head already a flushed pink. Far from being daunted, I wanted him in me, fast. He didn’t seem to be in much of a hurry, and he let out a moan as he rocked against me, rubbing his cock against my sex through my panties.

  “Don’t fucking tease me,” I growled, though I ruined the effect when he rocked his hips again and I let out another moan, deeper, throatier.

  “I want this to last as long as possible,” he said, pressing a kiss to the side of my neck where he’d dug in his teeth before.

  Letting out a growl, I ran my hands over his back, sliding down over his ass to cup his cheeks, then another moan as my hands flexed.

  “I’ve dreamed of this ass,” I admitted, a little breathless as I squeezed his hard, toned globes in my palms. This time, when he rocked his hips against mine, I shifted my hips up to meet him, letting out a loud cry when the head of his cock rubbed against my clit. I squirmed against him, letting out more cries, feeling like I was close to orgasm already, and he wasn’t even in me yet.

  Mason let out a husky little laugh that wasn’t helping the state my body was in. At last he moved, pulling back to tug off my panties, then reaching for the condoms. My hands got to them first, and I grinned up at him as I tore one from the strip and undid the wrapper. I wrapped my legs around his hips, tugging him lower as I reached between us, and smoothed the condom over his dick. I bit down on my lip, stroking him a few times so I could feel his thick length in my fingers.