Undesired Lust

by Eden Summers

  “Can I take you, Sid?” Sean asked, ever the gentle giant.

  She nodded. Her body was already thrumming in anticipation, her pussy hot and wet. How did one woman gain this much luck in one night? The Grammy was a dream. These two delicious men were a fantasy.

  Sean was the wall of gruff confidence. He was broad, fierce, with a playful spark in his deep blue irises. But Mason, holy fluttering ovaries, that man was delectable. His eyes were teasing and cocky, his face etched from her dirtiest imaginings. And his body. She shivered. No man could’ve suited her more. She only wished he would stop recording their time together so she could lose the slight ache of apprehension in her chest.

  “Keep your eyes on me.” Mason gripped her chin, guiding her mouth along his length as Sean lowered her G-string to her bent knees. “I want you watching me while Sean gets to sink into your pretty pussy.”

  She whimpered around his cock, obeying his command. The head of Sean’s shaft nudged her entrance, swiping the slickness of her slit. If her mouth wasn’t full, she’d beg. She’d plead. She’d do whatever necessary to gain the penetration her body craved.

  “Balls deep,” Mason muttered.

  Sean sunk home, making her back arch with the overwhelming rush of desire. She was full, each thrust stretching her inner muscles.

  “Look at me.”

  She opened her eyes, not realizing she’d squeezed them shut, and became ensnared.

  “Does he feel good?”

  Her whimpers followed each of Sean’s pounding thrusts, proving how turned on she was by the enthusiasm she showed Mason’s cock. She continued to hold his gaze, working his length further into her mouth. Breathing through her nose, she relaxed her throat, and tried not to gag. She could’ve succeeded if her concentration didn’t keep shooting back to the impending climax Sean continued to stoke faster, higher. His thrusts went deeper, his fingers on her clit adding to the friction. He knew how to build her desire, concentrating on her reactions and sticking to the movements which made her convulse.

  “Fuck.” A guttural growl vibrated from his chest, and his hand moved from her chin to her hair. He gripped the short lengths, pulling tight, guiding each of her undulations. “You’re too good at this, kitten. I need you to slow down.”

  She took her time enjoying them both, even reluctantly releasing Mason from her mouth so she could focus on clenching her pelvic muscles tighter around Sean. The room was quiet, only panted breaths and the slippery glide of flesh resonating. Then Sean began to fuck her with more strength, gentle at first, gradually increasing his pace until he was thrusting with ardor.

  Sean’s hand gripped her hip, the other pressing on the low of her back. She felt their touch everywhere. The slight breeze of the central heating made her nipples tighten, her skin broke out in goose bumps.

  “You feel damn good, Sid.” His intensity increased. “So. Damn. Good.” He groaned. “Fuck. I don’t wanna come yet.”

  “Hurry up,” Mason growled. “I want in on the action. I need to be right where you are when I come.”

  Sidney would’ve chuckled over their bickering, if she wasn’t struggling to contain her own orgasm. The finish line was within grasp, dangling at the tips of her fingers. Not yet. She needed to draw this out. To extend the ecstasy for as long as possible.

  If she were more experienced, she’d offer to let them both take her at once. Only, anal had never been her thing. She didn’t want to ruin the moment by trying something likely to end in disaster.

  Sean grunted, his hands gripping her hip tighter. “Fuck.”

  Mason pulled her hair, his possessive gaze narrowing. “I’m next, kitten. Just you and me.”

  Sean came undone, his drawn out moans filling the room, his undulations threatening to drag her into bliss. Slowly, Mason backed away, his cock leaving her mouth as he stared down at her. With adoration? She shook her head, denying the stupid thought’s strength to take hold. This was celebratory sex. Drunken, no inhibitions, celebratory sex. She wouldn’t taint it with emotions.

  As Sean let out a guttural groan, Sidney continued to stare at the man she adored, willing herself not to fall apart. She wanted to save her bliss for him. To come undone in his arms, his skin against hers, chest to chest, thigh to thigh. She needed his lips, his passion, his undivided attention.

  “Sean’s going to leave us now. It’s my turn to play.”

  “I am? Christ, at least let me finish first!”

  Sidney pressed her lips tight, fighting a smile as Sean withdrew. A kiss landed on her shoulder, and then the bed began to bounce with his retreat.

  “I guess I’ll leave you both to it.”

  Mason held her gaze while Sean staggered from the room. The glint in his eye was predatory, the curve to his mouth seductive. He clicked a button on his cell and threw it to the far corner of the mattress, not watching where it fell. “I’ve waited a long time for this.”

  Sidney straightened, her nerves on alert. Now that they were alone, the room felt different. More intimate. Less controlled. Her heart hammered beneath her ribs, her stomach a mass of butterflies. The alcoholic confidence was wearing off. The adrenaline losing the battle to her insecurities. “You don’t have to seduce me, Mason. I’m already in your bed.”

  He climbed onto the mattress, closing the distance between them. His hands gripped her wrists, the strength of his hold leaving her defenseless. “How long have we known each other?”

  Her breath hitched at the ferocity of his gaze. “I don’t know.”

  He raised her arms, pinning them over her head in one tight fist. “We met years ago at a Grander Records Christmas party.” A grin tilted his lips as his face came within an inch of hers. “I’ve wanted you ever since.”

  She closed her eyes, leaning her head back with a whimper. She wanted to believe him, to sink into the fantasy of his affection until the real world no longer existed. Unfortunately, that dream was too big. Unachievable. Mason Lynch would never settle, and he certainly wouldn’t do it with someone like her.

  A calloused hand ran down the side of her breast, leaving a trail of fire over her waist, her hip, to the apex of her thighs. Then his lips were on her nipple, making her arch her back for tighter suction. Every move he made increased her desperation. Every possessive glance had her aching for more.

  “Fuck, I’ve wanted you,” he grated.

  She whimpered, testing the restraint of his hands, needing to touch him, to trail her fingers along the strong lines of muscle at his shoulders. There was no doubt she lacked the finesse of all the groupies he’d been with. She wasn’t a cock slayer. But she wanted to give him pleasure. She needed to blow his mind.

  He tightened his grip, not letting her free. “I’ve wondered what you taste like,” he murmured, moving to her other nipple. “I’ve pictured these breasts for nights on end.”

  Oh, god, Mason Lynch. This moment would forever go down in history as the best drunken mistake of her life.

  “I don’t believe you,” she panted. “You have millions of women at your disposal.”

  “And the only one I wanted was you.”

  His fingers slid through the slick arousal of her pussy, and her core clamped down in response, begging for penetration. He pinched her clit, the light nip of pain making her jolt before he filled her with his touch. “Watching you with Sean nearly killed me.”

  She expected the previous lines from a playboy of his caliber, but not his latest admission. Even though his tone and his touch matched the sincerity of his words, she would never believe he had feelings for her. She couldn’t. If she fell under his spell, she’d never recover.

  Opening her eyes, she stared at him in annoyance. “Don’t play me.”

  He released her hands, letting her arms fall to her sides while his thumb gently rubbed her clit. “Ask me in the morning, and I’ll deny it, but you undo me, kitten. I’ve never had a woman intrigue me like you do.”

  Before the vulnerability took over her features, she placed her mo
uth on his, kissing him with gentle strokes of lips and tongue. She wouldn’t ask him in the morning. She didn’t plan to stick around that long, and had no intention of acknowledging their intimate time together once their clothes were back on.

  “Take me,” she whispered against his lips.

  He answered by deepening the kiss, holding her head tightly to his as he laid her down amongst the pillows. He nestled between her thighs, and when he reached for the condom sitting atop the mattress, she had the chance to run her fingertips along the indentations of his muscled chest. He wasn’t majorly buff like Sean. His body was more natural. Every inch well defined and not over-the-top muscle man.

  “Is it weird that I’m a little nervous of your scrutiny?” he asked, working the condom over his length in quick strokes.

  She chuckled, trying not to concentrate on how experienced he was with pre-sex preparations. “See, now I know you’re playing me. The Mason I know is never nervous.”

  “You’re right. I’m not…around anyone else.” He settled himself against her belly, his chocolate eyes hypnotizing her.

  “How drunk are you?” She tried to chuckle again, only the seriousness of his expression made the laughter fall short.

  “Drunk enough to risk our working relationship.”

  She fell silent. Speechless. For once, the unstoppable front man of Reckless Beat was showing vulnerability, and all she could think about was how she was going to walk away unscathed.

  “There’s no risk. We’re both adults. However, if you don’t hurry up, I might start rumors about your lack of prowess.” She waggled her brows.

  He narrowed his gaze, the grin coming back to tilt his lips. “Subtle.”

  “To Grammys and gratification.” She smiled at him and reached up to place a peck on his mouth. As their lips collided, he thrust home, stealing the breath from her lungs. She circled her legs around his thighs, lifting her hips to meet each undulation.

  Their tongues tangled as he chipped away her barriers with each gentle glide of his palm over her body. He drove her to new heights, bringing her to the brink of ecstasy, and then pulling out of her, concentrating on sucking her nipples, until he sunk home again.

  Time melted away while they explored one another, turning their one-night stand into the height of intimacy. She forgot about Sean. Forgot about life. Nothing else existed except pleasure and passion.

  “I can’t take any more,” she panted, her body on fire with fatigue. “Please, let me come.”

  Mason nuzzled her neck, sucking her earlobe into his mouth. “Anything you say, kitten.”

  He slid his hand around her hip, cupping her ass in his palm. With each thrust, he ground his pelvis into her, grazing her clit, increasing the rush of warmth through her veins. The pulse of arousal began to pound in her sex, clenching her walls tighter around him. And when his lips found the sensitive part of her neck and the whispered “You’re perfect” skittered into her mind, she lost it.

  She cried out as her orgasm hit, and listened to the brutal groan echoing in her ears as Mason followed. Their sweat slicked chests melded together while he held her close, grinding and thrusting with force until she held her breath, trying to cling to the last pulses of rapture. Gradually, their movements slowed as one, and he rolled on his side, taking her with him. Face to face, his length still inside her, they stared at one another.

  “You’re tired,” she murmured, tracing the darkness visible under his eyes.

  “Mmm.” He brushed his lips across hers, his lids drooping with each passing second. “I better get cleaned up before I pass out.”

  She nodded, the slightest twinge of disappointment squeezing her ribs. She needed to leave. For the sake of their working relationship, she had to abide by casual sex rules and be on her merry way.

  Mason pushed from the bed and dragged his feet to the bathroom. While he was gone, she took the opportunity to find her underwear and shimmy into her gown. By the time he reentered the room, she was fully dressed and hovering in the doorway.

  “You’re leaving?”

  She nodded. “Yeah. I think I should.”

  “You’re welcome to stay.” He flashed her a wicked grin filled with seductive promise.

  She raised her chin, trying to build her determination to leave. It didn’t help when he strutted his fine ass past her and climbed onto the bed. The morning after would be awkward. Although her heart begged her otherwise, it was best for her to go back to her own hotel. Now. Before she succumbed to his charms again. “We both know it’s best if I go.”

  The humor fled his features, replaced with what she hoped was disappointment. He pulled up the bed sheet, letting it fall at his waist. “Whatever you want, kitten.”

  Christ. Move. Move. Move. The endearment never ceased to grab her by the ovaries.

  She eyed the cell phone near his elbow, her throat tightening with indecision. She wanted to see the video. It would give her the clarity she needed to make her heart realize this moment wasn’t as magical as she currently thought it was.

  “Will you send me a copy?” She continued to stare at his phone, too embarrassed to make eye contact.

  “I can Bluetooth it now if you like.” He sat up, prepared to leave the bed.

  “No.” She shook her head, finally meeting his gaze. Each passing second was draining the last of her strength. If she didn’t leave soon, she’d crumple and fall back into bed with him. “I’ve gotta go. Please guard it with your life.”

  “I promise it will stay between you and me.”

  His chocolate eyes held sincerity. She didn’t know whether it was the alcohol, lust, or her growing affection that made her trust him. But she did. Right now, she would place her life in his hands. It didn’t seem out of line when he already held her heart.

  “Good night,” she whispered.

  “Good night, kitten.”

  And with one final rake of her gaze down his body, she left, trying to ignore the way every muscle, bone, and thought screamed at her to go back.

  Two Years Later

  present day

  MASON GLIDED THROUGH the water, concentrating on his strokes, clearing his mind, and shutting himself off from life. Swimming had been his only solace the last sixteen days. The one place his worries melted into nothingness, and he could breathe. Not that the breathing came easier here, it was just different. The freezing water made him focus on the burn of his lungs and shrivelling nut sack instead of the anger over his long lost muse.

  His hand hit the wall, and he stopped to rest his arms over the edge of the pool. The tile froze his bones, and the late March air made his skin shiver. His Goochland home, right outside Richmond, Virginia, was his sanctuary. The place he went to unwind and forget about paparazzi, delusional fans, and the music industry assholes. This was where he found himself, where his muse came out to play—until recently. Now his head was awash with radio static. And why the fuck wouldn’t his dogs shut the hell up?

  “Shadow, Willow, sit down!”

  “Nice stroke.”

  “Fuck!” He shot back at the feminine voice and went in search of the owner. “Jesus fucking Christ, Leah. How the hell did you get in here?”

  His band manager…well, ex-band manager, stood at the far corner of the pool’s edge, hands on slender hips, one eyebrow raised as she rocked a navy pants suit. “Your mother.”

  Hell no.

  “Guess who’s losing her spare key and passcode privileges,” he muttered, trying to calm his rampant heartbeat with deep breaths. Apart from his security company, his mom was the sole person he trusted with access to his estate. If she was going to pull shit like this, he’d have to find someone else to take care of his dogs while he was away.

  “In her defense, I didn’t really give her a choice. I laid on the concern about you pretty thick.”

  He squinted up at her. It had been sixteen long days since he stormed from Mitch’s wedding, vowing the label could blow him and find another sucker to make them millions. S
ince then, she hadn’t called. Not even an email or a fucking text. “All of a sudden you’re worried about me?”

  “Oh, come on, Mason. Grow up. I’m not going to coddle you.” No, Leah didn’t coddle. Not him anyway. She was gentler with Ryan and Blake. Sean received moderate kindness. But Mason and Mitch bore her fury on a continuous basis. Something to do with media scandals prematurely turning her hair grey or something.

  “Then what the hell are you here for?” he grated. She didn’t have to fly all the way from New York to piss him off. She could’ve achieved that over the phone.

  “Let’s call it an intervention.” She shot him a sinister smile, making his system flood with unease. “Well, that’s what I told your mom we were doing.”

  “You told her what?” His mother was a worrier. The slightest inkling something was wrong with him or his sister, and she would be on the phone, or in the car, or on a fucking plane to see them.

  Leah shrugged. “I told her enough to get me through your front door.”

  “I don’t believe this.” He climbed from the pool, ignoring the fact he wore a Speedo he wouldn’t be caught dead wearing in public. He lived on a large property, with head high sandstone walls and a state of the art security system. When he was alone, he sure as shit expected to stay that way.

  Leah watched him with a tilt to her lipstick tinted mouth. Her ocean irises lowered their focus to his crotch, then back up to meet his gaze. “Cold?”

  “Of course it’s fucking cold. My dick is trying to shovel its way through my scrotum in search of warmth.” It was late March, for Christ’s sake, and it didn’t matter how warm he heated the pool water, it still made his cock shrink to the size of a pea.

  He ignored the way her smile widened. She really was beautiful, but damn, he wouldn’t be surprised if she had a set of balls bigger than his. The woman was a hardass and never ceased riding him to work harder, or faster, or better.

  He strode to the first sun lounger, grabbed his towel, and then dried off as he headed inside. His dogs waited for him on the other side of the glass pool fence, wagging their tails, not sensing his frustration. “Don’t come to me looking for affection.” So much for guard dogs. He needed to stop treating them like pets and go back to training them to protect the house. “Go to bed.”