by Ally Prince
I forced myself to head toward the kitchen, I could put space between us that way. I felt the heat of his eyes on me as I walked. He stopped at the small bench and sat on a stool as I headed into the small brown kitchen and pulled two beers from the fridge.
“Thanks, Pen. Nice little place you have here.” He looked around my little apartment which suddenly felt a whole lot smaller with him in it. The living area snuggly fit a sofa and television with a small dining set for two. The bedroom barely fit my bed and a dresser. Cheap rent lured me here, and it stopped me from seeing or hearing my brother humping his wife every single second of the day. I often wondered how Lucy managed to walk.
“It will do until I figure out what I want to do with myself. Not sure if staying here is a long-term thing,” I offered honestly, taking a sip of beer and nearly choking when I spotted Mason’s expression. Brows draw tight, lips thin, arms hunched forward as he leaned on the bench.
“You’re staying here, Pen,” he stated as if there was no argument.
“What? I thought about heading into the city.” Okay, the thought crossed my mind for like a minute or two and then I remembered traffic. The way Mason reacted to my little white lie, I loved that. I lived to get those reactions from him, they stirred something deep inside of me.
“We have shit to talk out, and we will. But hear this… you are mine. Always have been. I let you go once and I ain’t doing that shit again.” His eyes narrowed on me and then he licked his lips. My mind filled with how nice those lips would feel on mine right about now. He growled before standing. “Don’t look at me like that, dinner will burn.”
I wanted to say, fuck dinner, but he had a point.
Thankfully the timer of my tiny oven went off, and I got myself busy trying to avoid his eyes and heated stare. I was sweating by the time I placed dinner at my small table and Mason’s smile was huge.
“When you move in with me, you can treat me like a king every night.”
I choked on my forkful of food. Tears streamed down my face as I hit my chest and Mason patted my back.
What the hell did he say?
I gulped down some water and wiped my face.
“Um, what?”
“We’ll talk after dinner, don’t want all your hard work going cold.” The look in his eyes was sinful, but my hand shook as I ate. I hated that he had this effect on me, but I should have been alarmed he’d made plans with me, for me, without me.
Mason
I stood at the sink like a good little bitch. A raging hard-on in my pants and a temptress to my left.
Penny had on a dress, and I had stared at every inch of her thoroughly and could say without a doubt, the little minx did not have underwear on. Her boobs bounced a little and swayed, her nipples pebbled when we touched, and when she bent down to get the lasagne out of the oven I was given a flash of fucking heaven. I wanted to throw the food on the counter and take her right there. Her pussy was staring at me, begging for me, and I would take it.
Penny cooked amazing lasagne, but it was the company I loved. Literally, I fucking loved this girl. I couldn’t tell you when it happened, but it did, and if she thought for a minute what I felt for her would be classed as temporary she’d have to think again.
“When does your lease run out?” I wanted her in my house.
“Mason,” she whined a little popping her hip on the counter to look at me. Brows raised, slight smile on her face, she looked fucking perfect.
“What?”
“I only have a maternity leave position at Wimberley.”
“Nice, how long for?”
“At this stage until January.” She sighed heavily. “I really love that class.” Penny always talked about being a teacher, so I admired her for getting back on track and going for it. For a while there, after her parents died, I thought I might have had to commit murder or at least some sort of assault. The boys I chased away, threatened and roughed up who were sniffing around a rebellious and utterly beautiful Penny, had been my worst nightmare. But at the time she was only seventeen, and Logan would have killed me. I wanted to claim her more than anything, but I couldn’t, now I could.
“So, that gives me a few months to knock you up.”
The plate fell from her fingers to the floor shattering. She jumped back but her wide eyes were on me. Her mouth was open, and something pretty close to panic graced her features. Crossing the distance between us, my boots crunched over broken porcelain, and I pulled her into my arms. My hands skated over the swell of her hip and down onto the cheeks of her firm ass, not a pantie line to be felt.
“Does that scare you?” It should. She should run. But I would follow. This is how I did things, she loved me I know she did. Her chest rose and brushed mine, I could see her pulse hammering in her neck.
“Don’t say things like that,” she whispered, her hands coming up to my chest and playing with a button on my shirt.
“Why not? I want you tied to me in every possible way, Penny. I’m not denying it anymore. Logan will get over it, I’m sure you can convince Lucy to blow him or something for forgiveness, but I’m not letting you go.” She shuddered in my arms head dropping forward. “Why did you invite me here, sweetheart?”
I wanted to know what she wanted. We had been on a slippery slope since she’d returned. Something or someone had forced her home and I wanted to know why, but she clammed up every time I mentioned it. This time she wouldn’t get out of it.
“To have sex.”
I chuckled as her head hit my chest. Pressing a kiss to her hair, I inhaled her sweet scent. “I’ll have sex with you, darlin’, whenever you want. But I’m going to need to know more.”
She sagged a little. “I want to see if I still can.”
What the actual fuck.
Gripping her shoulders I pushed her back, forcing her to look at me. My Penny looked frail and scared.
“Why wouldn’t you be able to? I know you can, baby, and it was magical.” A blush crept up her cheeks and then she shrugged a little trying to look down.
“Just fix me,” she whispered as I lifted her chin and brought my mouth to hers. Her lips opened immediately and her tongue let me take the lead. Passionate and slow but everything I needed. I would fix her then she would talk. My hands found her waist and I lifted while she wrapped her legs around my waist, her perfect pussy so close to my aching dick. I headed for what I assumed was her bedroom in this tiny little hellhole. Pushing the door open, I spotted the bed and kneeled on it and then laid her down with me on top of her. She fit me perfectly, made for only me.
“Let’s get rid of this scrap of material you call a dress, so I can see what’s mine.” I tugged up the hem and Penny reached out taking it over her head.
Jesus, fucking Christ.
I moved a hand to grip her breast, those rosy pink nipples popping out to meet me. My mouth watered, I wanted to suck on them and cover them in me. I groaned as I dropped my mouth and tugged on one. Penny moaned beneath me, her hips moving to get friction as I lathed at her rosy peaks.
“Look at you all achy and needy.” Her eyes were glassy, mouth parted and wet and I could smell her arousal already as she ground against my jeans. Needing to get inside, I quickly got off the bed and stripped naked. I watched her watch me, she only slightly frowned at my arms which was good because now’s not the time for that fucking conversation. With my cock pointing straight at her, I climbed between her legs and settled against her wetness.
The slickness of her pussy and the heat of her body had me fighting for control, I didn’t want to be rough with her, not yet anyway. “Tell me what you want?” My voice came out rough, full of need. Putting my mouth back on her tit, I lathed it, sucked it, and bit it. She squirmed beneath me, rubbing her cream all over my cock.
With a slow hand, Penny reached down between us, her small grip felt like a vise when she wrapped it around my dick. Slipping her hand up and down through her own juices, I groaned. She then pointed him to where he needed to be and nu
dged him gently into her opening.
I stopped an inch in, just held as still as possible and tried to breathe, so tight and wet. “Once I’m in, your mine. This is the only dick you get for the rest of your life, Pen,” I growled. The thought of her even looking for another one had an ugly feeling rising inside. Looking down at her, those dark blue eyes on mine, she seemed to appraise my words before she nodded and moved her hips letting me slip in a fraction more. “I mean it, Pen. I’m not letting you go. Ever.”
Tears welled in her eyes, but a small smile appeared on her lips, beautiful. Slamming my lips to hers I took control, my hips thrusting forward and claiming her once and for all.
We moved in perfect unison as though we’d done this a thousand times before. When we had only done it once—I was her first, now I would be her last. “Shit.” The thought was enough to make me want to blow my load deep inside her, but I needed to make it good for her too.
Coming up on my elbow, with my other hand I reached for her knee and tugged it up high, pushing it toward her chest.
“Mason,” she panted, eyes wild, hands gripping.
I looked between us to see where we were connected, her juices coating my dick, her lips stretching around me, swallowing me. “I’m going to come in this pussy, Pen. Coat it with me, there’s no going back now, baby.” I needed to hold myself as deep inside her as I could get, but the little minx had other ideas. Her body tightened, fingernails scratched at my back, and she let out a long, low, sexy sound that had me pumping harder and harder. Her pussy clamped down on my cock as waves of pleasure rushed through her body. She panted and writhed, pulling me closer as she rode out what I gave her. When her body relaxed I shifted to my knees, pushing both her legs to her chest now.
“Mason?” Unease laced her voice.
“Open up for me, baby, I want to fill you up.” I looked down and holy fuck. “I’m going to come, Pen.” I watched her body take me, my girth looking uncomfortably big inside her tight hole. She squeezed her muscles and rocked her hips back making me slide in until I bottomed out. She grunted as I groaned. My cum seeped out in hot squirts filling her.
I kept her legs up until we had both stopped panting, my cock no longer leaking, but I didn’t want to lose the connection so I dropped her legs to my sides and covered her with my body. She nuzzled into me. Perfect.
We still needed to talk. Penny would confide in me soon enough. When she let her guard down, I would sneak in and there would be no way for her to ever let me go.
Tonight, though, I would stay deep inside her all night, possibly all weekend, or forever.
Chapter 4
Penny
“That’s it, baby, all the way,” Mason groaned as his hands threaded into my hair and he pulled my mouth further onto his cock. I gagged a little, eyes watering, but the sound of him in extreme pleasure aroused me. I’d never had a cock in my mouth before, it was a heady experience. I loved the control I had over Mason in this position.
I slowed my movements, tongue focusing on the tip, lathing at the seeping milky liquid that leaked from him. It tasted, salty and musky—manly. Wrapping my lips back around the tip I sucked hard, my hand making up the rest of his impressive length. I fit as much as I could in my mouth and hoped my skills were getting the job done. His cock swelled and jerked in my mouth, but before I could grip and coax him to come in my mouth he pulled out and gripped me under the arms and threw me on the sofa. We hadn’t even eaten breakfast, it sat on the table going cold.
I moved my hair out of my face, smiling up at the wild cowboy above me. His five o’clock shadow more prominent today, in the daylight he seemed a little rougher around the edges. Of course, that added to his hotness.
“It all goes in here,” he grunted, thrusting his thick cock into my slick pussy. My body clenched at the intrusion, slightly sore from overuse. Mason had done that, I loved the idea even more. “I want this pretty pussy coated in me.” I’d taken several loads last night, Mason seemed to run on very little sleep but I would not complain at all.
My hands found his tight butt, and I urged him closer, his pubic bone grinding in just the right spot. Widening my legs as much as I could in our cramped positioning, I let him slip inside as deep as he could. He ground down hard when he bottomed out.
“If I blow now, you know what will happen. I’m so deep baby, so fucking deep.” I could feel him nudging the deepest recesses of me. Sex always came with a pregnancy risk. Having sex with Mason bare-back, well, that carried a higher strike rate, but I really didn’t care, this was Mason, my Mason. I hadn’t planned on having kids at twenty-two or even twenty-seven but if it happened, well, we’d sort that out somehow.
“Do it, Mason, please,” I panted, breath scarce with this mountain of a man pushing down on me but I didn’t care. His chocolate eyes darkened, a slow victorious smile slipped over his lips and then he was powering into me. My head pushing into the arm of the sofa, his cock hitting deep within on every stroke. We both groaned. His thumb brushed my bundle of nerves a few times and I felt my orgasm taking over. My body tightened deep within and then spasmed and clenched on him. His cock getting bigger before his seed shot deep inside me, fueling the spasms my body produced as he jerked and pumped every last drop out of his cock.
He slumped on top of me, panting in my ear. His back slick with sweat. I hated when my hand brushed over the few small scars he had back there, but I tried not to let it show. I nearly lost him when I hadn’t even known I wanted him, not like this.
When we’d caught our breath, he pulled out and looked down between my legs. I blushed, but he seemed to like to see the mess he’d made leaking from my body. His finger brushed over my sensitive skin with a small secret smile pulling at his lips.
“Go put some pants on, because if I see that running down your legs, you’ll never eat breakfast,” he growled, shaking his head as he stalked into the kitchen to retrieve his boxer briefs. I scooted to my bedroom, cleaned up and pulled on panties and a clean shirt before joining Mason at the table.
Breakfast had turned cold, but being hungry and impatient I ate it anyway.
“So, when do you want to go and tell Logan?” Mason casually asked as I nearly choked. Telling Logan at any time was not a good idea. Like ever.
“Um… never,” I blurted out staring wide-eyed across the table at Mason. He looked cool and sexy as hell. His tanned shoulders, those muscles he earned from hard work. His hands—I loved his hands—with long fingers, short nails and they felt amazing all over my body. I loved those tight little dips on his lower back, those strappy muscles that led me to his cock and the power of his thighs. I tried not to pay too much attention to the burn scars on his arms. Purely for selfish reasons. I didn’t want to understand his rationale for going back into that fire. I didn’t want to acknowledge what we had was bigger than both of us. Not yet anyway.
“Babe.” Mason put his fork down, reaching across the table for my hand. “I need to tell him soon, I can’t lie to him.”
I nodded. “I know, just give me a little time. I’m not even sure what we have.”
Mason moved out of his seat so fast, I knew what I’d said was wrong instantly. “Seriously Penny.” He jerked me to my feet gently but commandingly and backed me up against the wall. “I told you last night what this was. This is forever, darlin’. You...” he bit my neck, “… are,” he sucked, grinding his cock into me, “… mine.” He lifted me up, and I wrapped my legs around his waist. Arousal instantly shot through me. Heat filled my blood and knew I wanted him again.
His fingers moved my panties to the side. “Feel that? That’s mine. I think you need a top up, though, don’t ya, babe? You want me inside again, don’t ya?” He nudged my opening and sank me down hard on his awaiting cock. I grunted at the force but clenched around him instantly.
“Oh, you going to play it that way are you?” His lips went to my neck as he thrust hard and fast. He sucked and bit, a hand slipping under my shirt and gripping my breast, squeezing it
forcefully, massaging it. The contrast overwhelming. He did the same with his lips and teeth at my neck, and within minutes he had me screaming out his name as I came hard on his cock once again.
“Take it all, babe. Tell me you’re mine.”
I panted, dazed but said the words. Mason growled before he thrust high and deep filling me once again. His cock jerking and pulsing inside me.
“We on the same page, Pen?”
How could we not be?
“Yeah, we are, Mase. Just give me a few days, a week tops?” I asked before I brought my lips to his. The kiss gentle and exploratory. He let me take the lead as he walked us into the bathroom. His tongue gentle and seeking, lips eager to please, and I knew while Mason and I may have had a complex past, our future would be explosive.
Mason
Logan called me early this morning, needing my help today for a few hours. I wanted to tell him to go to hell because I’d rather be balls deep inside his sister but figured I’d give Penny the time to find the words and tell him herself.
I’d just pulled out of Penny, her ass in the air. I slapped her butt cheek lightly then took a bite of the delicious looking skin. “Don’t clean up. I want me on you all day while I can’t be here.” I loved the idea of her feeling me even when I wasn’t around.
“You’re really are disgusting, Mason,” she panted out. I watched in fascination as the light clenching of her pussy caused my cum to seep out. Her lips were rosy and glossy in the mess of what we had both created. I wanted to spend every waking moment inside her tight little hole but we had shit to do.
“I’ll be back here for dinner. Next week I want you at my place, in my bed, in my shower. Fuck, in every room of my house.” I wanted her things in my space, I wanted to see her in my home, I wanted her to make it her own too.