He shifted his hips with a hiss, and it was my turn to grin. I was going insane with lust as it was. There was no way I going to hold out just to torture him a little. If we ever did this again, I could try it then. I guided the head of his cock to my entrance, then held my breath as he moved, slowly filling me up. I looked up, and our gazes held as he filled me to the hilt, then froze.
“Move,” I whispered, half urgent half pleading.
He didn’t wait for me to tell him twice. His hips started a gentle rhythm that had his cock rubbing my insides in all the right spots, ones that made my hips dance and my thighs tense. My hands moved back to his ass, and I moved my hips against him, my nails digging into his ass, trying to get him to move faster.
“Fuck me properly,” I moaned against his throat, my tongue nipping out to lick sweat from his silky skin.
“Oh, but I am,” Mason purred, ducking his head to place kisses all over my chest. “Don’t be so impatient, Laura.”
The way my name rolled off his tongue had another shiver running through my body. He didn’t make me wait for long, his thrusts becoming deeper, moving faster until he was fucking me hard and deep. I cried out with every thrust, loving the feel of his cock moving in and out of me, feeling so filled by him. My eyes squeezed closed as he fucked me, giving into the sensations pouring all over my body. Little shocks ran through my body, starting from every point where we were connected.
My cries grew louder the closer I got to climax, the pleasure climbing and climbing until I wondered just how high I would go. And then, before I was ready for it, the pleasure burst, and I let out a whimpering moan as my body shuddered, convulsing around Mason’s cock, still moving in and out of me. He buried his face in my neck, groaning, as his own body went still, then his hips jerked, his cock throbbing inside of me as he came.
We were both left spent, and he just barely managed to roll us over, so he didn’t fall on me and crush me, with his arms going around me and one of my legs thrown over his thighs. I felt drowsy as we caught our breath, and a small smile crept onto my face.
In the next moment, reality kicked in.
The sex was amazing. It made me feel so alive, like I hadn’t felt in ages, and I knew I wouldn’t regret my decision to sleep with Mason. I also knew that still, nothing would happen between us, because he was still out of my league, and it wasn’t like I was the first woman he’d ever taken to his bed. I couldn’t help but feel sad about it.
Well, I thought to myself, trying to find some silver lining, at least after this… his room shouldn’t be too hard to clean tomorrow.
Unless he decided to have a party or something.
“Should I leave…?” I murmured after some moments, a little unsure how we were going to go about this.
I’d never had a one-night stand or a fling before. I didn’t have the time or the chance to before I’d got sick, or the inclination afterward, so the only rules I knew were what I read of in romance novels.
Mason grumbled, his arms around me holding me tighter against his chest. His softening cock slid out of me as we shifted, and I let out a gasp at the feeling. Mason grumbled some more, reaching between us to pull off the condom, then dropping it off the side of the bed, before tugging me close once more. He reached for the sheets and wrapped it around us.
“Would it be a problem if you stayed?” he asked, his voice drowsy.
“I don’t have any clothes here…”
“Wear what you had today, then,” he said.
I wrinkled my nose. It would be more likely that I woke up to rush home for a change of clothes or something. He didn’t seem to want to release me, and I didn’t want him to let me go. This little fling would end at some point, but a night of comfort, sleeping in his arms, might not be too bad to indulge in.
11
Mason
I woke up feeling like I was on top of the fucking world. I had a fucking dirty grin on my face and nothing could erase it. Not even Dad and his fucking antics. It lasted for all of two seconds as I stretched across the bed and found it empty.
What the fuck?
I thought I was dreaming, so I looked around and sure enough, the room was empty. Shit, why did she creep out like that? I was thinking about it when I remembered last night and thought, it doesn’t matter. Last night was fucking….
Hmm, I couldn´t believe that I was lost for words. Me. Mason Thompson. Then I remembered she had to work and that must be why she got up and didn’t want to disturb me. I slid out of bed, humming a little tune, and headed for the bathroom to take a shower. No longer feeling dejected, but more like the fucking king of the castle.
I’d see Laura again, there was no doubt about that in my mind. I wasn’t sure what had changed yesterday when I’d held my hand out to her. Before she probably would have just turned me down. I felt a little guilty when I thought I used her vulnerability yesterday, just a little bit, to get what I wanted. The decision had ultimately been hers, and she’d had plenty of times to try to back out of it, only she hadn't.
I jumped out of the shower like a rabbit out of a magic hat, toweled myself dry and walked back to the bedroom, and headed for the closet. My mood was put to a dramatic end once again as I thought about going to look for Laura and then remembering that I had to work too. I couldn’t start neglecting work, not for any reason. I found another pair of slacks and a shirt, a belt, cuffs, and a coat. I got dressed, then put on a pair of socks and my shoes. I stopped in front of the full-length mirror behind the closet door and grinned at my reflection.
I went to the bed where I opened a drawer on the nightstand. I pulled out a watch and wrapped it around my wrist.
I left my room with my hands in my pants pockets, still humming the same tune under my breath. There was a large smile on my face, but no one there to see it. By the time I got to the elevator and pressed for the right floor, I’d controlled my expression just a little. I was going up to see my brother after all. I didn’t want to confuse him, and I didn’t want him getting the wrong idea either.
I got off on the right floor and walked down the hall, nodding to the secretary before walking right into the office. Trent was already there, already working, as usual. He had his head buried in his monitor already, scanning reports.
“Do you ever fucking sleep? Or are you living here these days?” There was a jaunty tone to my voice as I broke the silence.
He glanced up from the computer. “Well, I’m always busy. I get off late and I start early, most work is like that. It won’t go away if I take extra time to sleep. How’s your work been? Anything to do today?”
I crossed the room to sit on the chair in front of his desk, crossing my legs and folding my arms, thinking for a split second whether to tell him about last night. A second longer of thought made me change my mind. We weren’t tight. We didn’t share intimate details of our lives and that wasn’t going to change now.
“At the moment, no. I’m done with what I had to do before, so I came to see if there was something else you needed help with.”
He sighed and leaned back, his elbows resting on the arms of his chair, and his fingers clasped together. There was a slight frown on his face, and I took it to mean I wasn’t going to particularly like the news he had to tell me.
“There’s a deal we need to get for the hotel, an important deal. The problem is, I’m swamped with meetings for today, besides everything else I need to do.”
“And?” I asked out of curiosity.
He picked up a folder on top of his desk and pushed it across to me.
“We either get it, or our competitors will pick it up from under us, and we can't have that or Dad will have palpitations when he comes back. I need you to go and get this deal for us.”
I read through the document, taking note of the dates. Trent was right; Dad would be mad if we lost this because it was a deal he must have been working on for nearly three months. I recognized some of the names, and they were pretty big, almost as big as the Thompson name.
“How long do you think it’ll take you?” Trent prompted, his eyes drilling into me.
“It’ll only take a day or two. It depends on the level of competition though, because with something like this I’m assuming there is going to be competition.”
He knew more about it than I did. I had to pick his brains, even if my cock was begging me to find Laura. My mind was telling me I couldn’t fuck this up. Not once, if for once I was going to earn my Dad’s respect. Even if it felt like a waste of time at the best of times.
“There is, but I’m sure it’s not anything you can't deal with. I need you to head out as soon as possible. I would have gone myself, but I get better deals out of a boardroom, and Kevin isn’t particularly suited to this.”
Of the three of us, I was the one good at cutting deals. I closed the folder and got up.
“I’ll head out in an hour. I’ll let you know when I get the deal.”
“Or you could let me know if it falls through.”
I laughed. “Oh, please. I’ve never lost on a deal.”
Especially not when it was taking up my time when there was plenty of other shit I could have been doing. I left the office with the folder tucked under my arm, heading back to my room. Once I was in, I picked up the hotel phone and made a call to the cleaning department.
I had a small suitcase packed by the time the door to my room was unlocked, and Laura came in, pulling in her cleaning supplies. She looked up, her eyes widening in shock to see I was still in there, but then they narrowed on me.
“Sorry for calling you in,” I said with a sheepish smile. “I didn’t know how else to meet you. When did you leave my room this morning?”
She arched an eyebrow. “I got up pretty early to head home to get showered and changed first. Was that all you wanted to ask?”
I wanted to cross the space between us and pull her into my arms for a long, wet kiss. The tenseness in her shoulders and almost defensive stance stopped me. I didn’t know why she was on edge and I didn’t like that. I wanted to frown but didn’t want her to think something was wrong, so I pasted on a smile and tucked my hands into my pockets, clenching them into fists.
“There was something else.” I sighed. “My brother is sending me on a little errand out of town. He’s too busy here and it’s not something Kevin can do, so it’s up to me.”
I was trying to sound important because part of me felt like an errand boy and the other part was trying to convince myself that it would come to an end once I closed this deal.
She looked around the room. “You didn’t have to call me up here just for that. There isn’t even that much of a mess here, and I do have a job to do.”
“I know, but I don’t have your number, and I wanted to let you know that I’ll be back, I’m not gone for good yet.”
“Not yet, huh,” she teased, a slight grin on her face.
“Yeah, not yet,” I said with a chuckle. “Besides that, I wanted you to know… that I would like to see you again.”
I must have surprised her with that declaration because she had this stunned look on her face like she hadn't expected me to want more from her than one night. That was far from the case; I wanted much more than a single night with this woman.
“I need to head out now,” I said, turning back to the bedroom to retrieve my suitcase. “I’ll see you when I get back!”
I pecked a kiss on her cheek, then left the room like a lovesick teenager. Once I got downstairs there was a car waiting for me. I hopped in and the driver took me to a small airstrip. Trent had arranged for everything, perfect as usual.
On the ride there, I sat back in my seat and looked over the documents some more. I hated being unprepared and the ride would give me that time if I used it properly, then I would have the confidence to do what I needed to do on landing. Besides, I knew better than to use my phone on the plane. When I’d gone through the whole document thoroughly, I tilted my head back and closed my eyes for a bit of rest.
When the plane landed, I got off and was led to a waiting car that drove me to the hotel I’d be staying in for the night. I went straight to my room, getting out my phone for a quick round of searches. An hour later, I was as ready as I was going to be on such short notice and left the room.
Before I could talk to my targets, I had to find them. I’d learned just enough about their hobbies and habits to know where to find them. In the lobby, I picked some pamphlets up of the hotel and went through them quickly.
“First off,” I muttered, “the lounge.”
Trent would have let them know I was on the way. The meeting would be super casual, which pretty much meant we could end up anywhere. It was time for lunch, so they’d be about ready to eat, I thought. Lucky for me, I didn’t have to wait long to meet them, because they were in the hotel lounge like I’d thought they would be, all gathered together and talking loudly in a circle of seats.
“Good afternoon, gentlemen,” I said smoothly, cutting into the conversation. “Would you mind very much if I joined you?”
“Why, if it isn’t Matthew’s second son?” one of the men said, his hand out for mine. I took it and looked him over.
I recognized him, and a few of the others, because they’d worked with my dad before. I was probably the youngest guy in the whole group, but that didn’t stop them from letting me off easy, simply because of my last name and my dad. There were some guys I recognized as the competition as well, and I wondered how much of a head start they had on me.
Not that it was going to matter. If Dad wanted this deal, I was going to get it for him.
“Hey,” one of the guys said, “it’s lunch already, so why don’t we all go eat now?”
There was a round of agreement, and everyone got up to go to the hotel’s restaurant. We were a pretty large group, but it was full of big names, so we were served well enough.
I was barely paying that much attention to the proceedings, though I’d done this often enough there was nothing I missed in the discussions, and I even joined in at times. It was all so fucking casual it would take a while before any actual talking about the deal went down. I couldn’t be the first to bring it up either, or I was going to lose.
Throughout the whole thing, I found myself preoccupied. After lounging around a bit after lunch to let the food settle, the group moved to the tennis courts for a few rounds. I didn’t have anything casual to change into, but besides rugby, there wasn’t any sport I played so I wouldn’t be joining in any way. Instead, I sat to the side with the commentators, dropping a few lines here and there.
Afterward, we all went to a club not too far from the hotel. The second I walked into the room, I knew just what kind of club it was. Usually, I would have been right in my element, but I couldn’t help but look at the others as we settled into the VIP area, half-naked women all over the room perking up at the group, offering themselves freely.
Fuck!
Usually, that would be the first thing on my mind. I would walk up to the bevy of beautiful women, or they’d come swarming to me like bees, but I had the honey back home and she wasn’t here. There was only one woman I wanted right now, and I sat back like a chump with a limp dick knowing that no matter what, none of the women here could get it or even me in the mood right now.
12
Mason
“Hey, Thompson! Would you get us some drinks?”
I started at the call, though I came back to myself in the next second, a smile crossing my face.
“Everybody tell me what you want,” I said, getting up. “I’ll have it all brought over.”
I wasn’t surprised they were asking me to go, I was surprised they hadn't tried to send me on errands sooner, considering how much younger I was than anyone else in the group. They were all above twenty-five, and I was only twenty-three. I was going to be treated as the gopher, but not for long if I could help it.
Even in the VIP area, the place was crowded, and it was enough to let me know the club was fairly pop
ular in the area. There was a bar set up against one wall, and I slid through the bodies moving around easily. Women came at me because I was young, tall and handsome. Being in the VIP area also gave me importance, so that meant I was worth something, namely their time to try and get my money out of my pockets and into theirs. It was pretty much the same thing that happened to me any time I walked into a club, only this time, I didn’t bother stopping to look at any of them.
None of them were my type, then again neither was Laura. I was surprised that now I’d had a taste of her, I couldn’t get her out of my mind. She was incredible.
It was a little maddening. The whole time since I’d left the hotel, I hadn’t been able to get her out of my mind. I would have loved to bring her on the trip with me, to have her on my arm the whole time. Not that I would have even if she’d agreed to come with me. It may or may not have helped the deal I needed to make, and I had to think carefully about everything. If I didn’t have the experience I did, the attention I was paying to this whole deal would not have been enough.
“Hey,” I called out to the bartender. “I’d like a few drinks brought to our table? Over there.” I gestured back to where I’d come from over my shoulder.
“Sure. What is it you’d like?”
The bartender folded her arms on top of the bar, leaning over it to bring her face closer to mine and flash some cleavage. My eyes drifted down for a second, before looking up into her heated eyes and flirtatious smile. Any other time, I would have flirted back. Even in the middle of a deal, I wouldn’t have held myself back.
All I could think about when I looked at this woman, was how her dark hair was completely different from Laura’s fair locks. Her eyes were darker, her skin paler, her body thinner. She was completely different from Laura, and while it wasn’t off-putting, it didn’t get my body hot either.
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