by Amy Brent
I moaned and arched my back into him, and that was all the entrance he needed.
Chapter 18
Mason
I felt her body lunge into me as her hands raked through my hair. Her fingertips were like licking flames upon my scalp, heating my entire body as our lips devoured one another’s. My hand ran down her blouse, unbuttoning it before pulling it from her pants. I slipped my hand underneath the fabric as her hips began to roll, and I knew exactly what she wanted.
Where she wanted me to be.
I parted her beautiful pussy folds as her legs spread for me on the couch. I trailed kisses down her cheek, licking up her neck as she shivered in anticipation. I wasn’t in a denying mood as I felt around for her clit, and the moment her body jumped, I smirked into the crook of her neck.
“There she is,” I said. “There’s what I’m looking for.”
“We have to be quiet,” she said.
“I know. The question is, can you do that for me?” I asked.
She whimpered as I started my ministrations on her body. She shook and jolted, her lips rolling into my fingertips as I circled her swelling clit. I could feel her wetness growing, her juices beginning to cover my fingertips as my mouth rushed up to hers. I swallowed her groans as I circled faster and faster, feeling her tremble underneath my body as her back arched further and further off the couch.
“Come for me,” I said into her lips. “Do it now.”
Her hands rushed to the back of my head and pulled me in for a painfully beautiful kiss. She moaned into my mouth, and I gladly swallowed them as her hips rolled lewdly into my hand. I circled her clit as she rode out her orgasm, watching wildly as her skin flushed its beautiful, decadent colors. I could smell her scent already filling the room, and my cock sprang to attention, wanting nothing more than to be buried in her and never released.
I slowly pulled my hand from her pants as her back dropped to the couch. She panted for air as I held my fingertips to her lips. I painted her juices onto her skin, watching her tongue dart around as she licked herself off my skin. I groaned at the sight. How wanton she was for any connection with me.
I couldn’t deny myself any longer.
I stood up and stripped myself of my clothes as she wiggled out of her pants. I wasn’t patient enough to wait for her, so I pulled her to her feet and ripped her blouse over her head. I unclasped her bra, tossing it to the ground as she gasped lightly in shock, but she wasn’t upright for long.
I bent her over the edge of the couch and slid my cock right into the warmth of her pussy.
She shivered as I filled her body with every inch of my thick, throbbing cock. I coated myself in her juices, going painfully slow as she bucked her ass back into me. Her body was so greedy for me. So willing to gobble me down as my hands massaged the cheeks of her ass. I wanted to crack my hands across them just to watch that beautiful red tone drift across her skin.
But I knew that would be too loud, so I restrained myself as I slowly picked up my pace.
She pressed her face into the couch as her moans and groans grew in volume. I bit down on my lower lip as her pussy massaged my cock. She gripped me in all the right places as my hands held her hips. Her excess gave way underneath my fingertips as her walls began to swell around my cock.
“You feel amazing, Sarah. So fucking tight for me. Just the way I like it.”
“Fuck, Mason. Oh. You feel so good.”
I reached down and wound my hand in her hair as she whimpered at my command. I pulled her head up from the cushions, watching as she struggled to stifle her sounds. My cock slammed into her, making her legs shiver with her wanted orgasm as her juices covered my cock. She bit down onto her lower lip, trying desperately to keep her sounds at bay as she squeezed her eyes shut.
But a moan left her lips, and I had to punish her for that.
“I thought we were supposed to be quiet,” I said as I pulled out from her pussy.
“No, no, no. Come back,” she said breathlessly.
“I think I’ve got a way to muffle your sounds,” I said, grinning.
I walked over to her as she spilled onto the couch. She laid there on her back, her body flushed with unfulfilled desires as my knee planted next to her head. My cock, dripping in her beautiful juices, lightly danced around her lips. Pre-come mixed with her silken fluids as I smirked down at her, waiting for her to take my cock in her mouth.
“What? You enjoyed licking yourself off my fingers,” I said.
I watched her part her lips and groaned when she took my dick all the way back. Her tongue swirled around my cock head, almost taking me to my knees as I hit the back of her throat. I could hear her slurping herself off me, drinking me down as her hands wove around my thighs. I had to take a second to catch my breath, to make sure I wasn’t going to blow my load right then and there down her throat.
“Shit, Sarah. Your mouth. Mmm.”
Slowly, she began to bob her head. Her cheeks hollowed out, and her fingernails raked down the backs of my thighs. I planted my hands on the arm of the couch so I could thrust down her throat, hearing her gurgle and gag every time I stuffed her mouth full of me. Her throat was incredible. Soft. Tight. Just like that beautiful pussy I wanted to pound earlier. And I would get to that. I would ruin her body for any other man by the time I was done with this little tryst we were having.
But as I felt my balls pull up into my body, I quickly pulled my dick from her throat and clenched my hand around my cock.
“Not yet. I’m not ready for either of us to come yet.”
She was breathing hard as I situated myself between her legs. I pushed into her as her jaw unhinged in silent pleasure. I tossed her legs over my shoulders, bending her in half as my lips captured hers once more. Her whimpers and moans lived and died on my lips as I plummeted deep into her body, feeling her shake with lust as her fingertips dug into the strength of my forearms.
I could feel her pussy fluttering around my cock, begging me to spill my come. And I wanted to. Oh, how I wanted to fill her to the brim, but I wanted her in every single way I could think of. Just in case this was the last time.
Just in case this was all I had to remember her by.
I slammed into her until her juices were dripping down my balls. I could see her thighs glistening with her fluids as her eyes began to roll into the back of her head. I pulled myself from between her legs and wrenched her up, my hands rounding the globe of her jiggling ass as I hoisted her into the air. Her legs wrapped around me as my cock popped back into her pussy, and she bit down into my shoulder to keep from moaning out into the room as I planted her back into the wall.
Slowly, I rolled my hips into hers. I didn’t want to pound her against the wall and alert anyone to our lascivious activities. After all, I didn’t want anyone else seeing her in this vulnerable position except for me. I watched her chest pant and flush as her arms clung to me around my neck. My forehead pressed into hers while we breathed each other’s air, the smell of our sex around our heads.
The tension was stifling, and I stilled my hips, allowing my dick to find a resting place as we caught our breaths.
“Good news,” she said.
“What’s that?” I asked.
“I don’t have a headache anymore.”
I couldn’t stifle the chuckle that came rumbling up from my throat. I opened my eyes and found her staring at me, her eyes bouncing along my face before her lips slowly approached mine. She kissed me, her plump, slick lips encompassing mine as I sighed into her body.
But the moment her pussy clamped down onto my cock, my engines fired up again.
I stumbled backward and sat down on the couch. I turned her around and staked her onto my cock, her back pressed into my sweating chest as my hands grasped her knees. I spread her, our bodies reflected in the makeup mirror as I watched her clit throb in the reflection. I slowly slid my cock out and back in, her lips moaning at our connection point as I bit down into her shoulder.
The way
her body was spread for me. The way it shook and trembled and clenched for me. The way she willingly let me part her knees and the way she was staring at our reflections in the mirror.
She felt our chemistry. The way our bodies locked together and rode each other, so we could both reach our final resting places.
I slammed my cock up into her as she lobbed her head back onto my shoulder. She turned her face to me and began peppering my skin with sloppy kisses as I slammed up into her again, bouncing her tits for my viewing pleasure as her fingernails dug into my thighs.
But I couldn’t deny either of us any longer, not with the tension mounting in the air.
My hand slid across her stomach as I began to pump into her. Her hips rolled down onto my cock, her pussy throbbing around me when my fingertips found her clit. She bit down onto her lower lip, trying desperately to keep quiet as my other hand found her pert little nipple. I tweaked and tugged while my other hand circled her clit, and all the while my cock was pounding up into her body as she sat there, helpless against my attack.
“Mason. Mason. Yes. Holy shit, yes.”
“You better keep it down, beautiful. Someone might come in and see you,” I said into her ear.
“Oh. Oh, fuck. I’m gonna come. Please. Please let me come. Please don’t stop this time.”
My tongue darted out to lick her neck, leaving a trail of wetness as I nibbled at her collarbone. I sped up my fingertips, pinching and flicking her swollen clit as my balls pulled up once again into my body. I could feel my orgasm curling my toes, shaking my body and pulling it taut as electricity and fire surged through my veins. My nibbling teeth dug into her shoulder, causing her to stifle her wails as her body finally threw her over the edge.
Her pussy milked me so well, pulling pump after pump of thick, hot come from me.
My legs shook, and my toes cramped. I grunted into her skin as she pressed hard into my chest. I wrapped my arms around her tightly, fearing she would get up and walk away from me yet again. Her body quaked, convulsing with her own pleasure as my teeth finally released her shoulder.
By the time she was done with her orgasm, my legs trembled with weakness. Never in my life had my toes curled with an orgasm, and I panted into the crook of her neck as she lay there, weakened and limp in my lap.
I sprinkled her skin with kisses as her hands massaged every inch of my skin she could find. I slowly peeled her from my lap and laid her on the couch, covering her with a blanket as I bent down to kiss her forehead. I looked into her eyes and saw a blank sort of pleasure, her eyes hazy with her orgasm as a goofy smirk played across her lips.
I couldn’t help but capture them one last time before I got up and started putting on my clothes.
“At least you were a bit more attentive this time before you take your leave,” she said.
“I always attempt to make up for my mistakes,” I said as I buttoned up my shirt.
“Where do we go from here?” she asked as she stretched.
I internally groaned when the blanket slipped below her beautiful, voluptuous tits.
“Well, I want you to think about my offer.”
“Which was?”
“Dinner, wonderful sex, and getting to know one another without developing a serious relationship. I want you to seriously think about it but not for long. I want an answer by Saturday night.”
“Why Saturday night?” she asked.
“When you give me your answer, you’ll see.”
Then I slipped out of her dressing room, shut the door behind me, made sure no one was staring in this direction, and left her to her thoughts.
Chapter 19
Sarah
I walked back to my dressing room after the taping, and I had to grin. Every time I sat on that couch, I could feel Mason’s presence there. Our encounter yesterday had been glorious, I had to admit, but I still wasn’t sure about his proposal. He was essentially proposing we’d be fuck buddies. Friends with benefits. Except I didn’t even know if we were friends. On one hand, there wasn’t any pressure for a relationship. Just fabulous sex and good food beforehand. On the flip side, however, if the press caught on to what we were doing, it could spell disaster for my show and every single premise I’d ever taken from the start of it.
But I wanted to go for it. As I sat down on the couch and sank into the cushions, I imagined I could feel his lips on my neck and his hands on my hips. I could feel the way he pressed me into the wall and hooked his gaze onto mine, going slowly as his dick felt every single part of my walls. Even now, I shivered in my seat at the thought of having him again. Of tasting his dick on my tongue and feeling him pour himself into me time and time again.
And the bit of attention he showed me afterward was a nice touch.
If we could avoid the press, no one had to know about it. My boss couldn’t use it to manipulate the show, and no scandals would be spun in the media to tarnish my name. We could simply enjoy each other’s presence and what we both had to bring to the table. Then, we could go about our lives as successful, independent business owners.
So, instead of waiting until tomorrow to give him his answer, I called him right there in my dressing room.
“Wow,” he said as he picked up.
“What?” I asked, giggling.
“I never would’ve imagined seeing your name scroll across my phone. Ever. I figured I’d have to call you four times tomorrow before you picked up simply because you pitied me.”
“That’s what happens when you’re pity-worthy,” I said, laughing.
“So, to what do I owe this pleasurable phone call?”
“I’ve been thinking about your proposal.”
“Uh-huh.”
“And I’ve come to a conclusion,” I said, grinning.
“Wonderful. Lay it on me.”
“Honestly? I’d rather sit down and talk about it. I think it would help us both to get a clearer understanding of what is actually about to take place.”
“Ah, a face-to-face conversation. Can I get you to promise me you won’t run for the hills the second it becomes a bit too intense for you?” he asked.
“I can’t promise anything other than we’ll have an adult conversation about an adult topic. From there, it all depends on where you want to lay your hat.”
“Intriguing. Okay. I’ll bite. Why don’t you come over to my place once you’ve wrapped up for the day? We can discuss it. Maybe over a glass of wine?”
“Sounds phenomenal. Just give me a minute to wind down from my interview, and I’ll head on over.”
“Rough day at the office?” he asked.
“The interview went a little sideways, yes.”
“What happened?”
“How familiar are you with how Dallas works?” I asked.
“Not really. Enlighten me.”
“There’s a string of clubs in the area. Very popular with the college kids. They’re wanting to expand into a more upscale area, however. They’re keeping the same clubs open, but doing them up a bit differently, I guess you could say.”
“Renovating,” he said.
“You could call it that. They aren’t rebranding, just outfitting the buildings to fit another target audience. Men like yourself, I would think.”
“All right. So, how did the interview go sideways?” he asked.
“I asked him if it would be smarter to open a new place and start that arena fresh instead of trying to rebrand the old buildings. He pulls in a great deal of money from the college crowd. He could easily step into both arenas and double what he pulls every year.”
“I take it he didn’t like the suggestion?”
“I believe his words were, ‘If I wanted a woman’s opinion, I would’ve employed one.’ ”
“Whoa! Please tell me you’re going to air that. I want to see it.”
“Oh, it’ll be aired. We only edit the shows if they’re pretaped.”
“Like the one that interrupted us yesterday?” he asked.
“Yes,” I s
aid, giggling. “Like those ones.”
“Well, I’m looking forward to your response as well as the social media outrage that’ll occur,” he said.
“Anyway, give me some time and then I’ll be over.”
“See you soon, gorgeous.”
I smiled at his words as I hung up the phone. I put myself together a little bit and swapped out the heavy on-set makeup for something a little more modest. I shook my hair out, giving it some volume before I grabbed my things and headed to my car. Thirty minutes later, I was knocking on his door, and when he opened his home up to me, a glass of wine was thrust immediately to my hand.
“Shall you join me on our couch?” he asked.
“Our couch, hm? Sounds so permanent.”
“Well, we are the only two that have sat on it, and it’s the only piece of furniture besides the table we enjoy.”
“And the bedroom,” I said, grinning.
“I take it the answer to my proposal is a positive one,” he said as we sat down.
“It is. I think you’ll enjoy the answer. But, it comes with a condition.”
“Most wonderful things do. What is your condition?”
“Emma can’t find out.”
I saw him stare at me for quite some time before he took a sip of his wine. We both stared out the window, sipping on our glasses in silence. I wasn’t sure what he was thinking, but the silence was deafening to my ears. My mind was screaming for him to answer. To say something. To pounce my body. To do anything in this awkward space and time where I’d just admitted keeping something from my best friend.