Ex Games

by Stella Rhys

  I wasn’t sure when or how it started – it probably had to do with him being so visibly tired from work – but I gave him a massage. I’d always given them to Aaron but they always felt somewhat like chores. I could never strike the balance of “not too hard” or “not too soft” with him and there were always too many sudden yelps of, “Ouch!” for it to ever feel erotic.

  But Mason was a completely different story. Obviously. He gladly absorbed every ounce of strength from my hands and long fingers as I sat behind him, my legs wrapped around his waist and the heels of my palms sliding up his back. I was sure I was enjoying myself as much as he was, memorizing his every rock-hard ridge and muscle with a hot arousal that mounted by the second. He knew it too, because with every grunt that escaped his throat, my thighs pumped around him. I couldn’t help it. There was just something so primal, so masculine and sexy about the sound – I’d never heard it before and the fact that I brought it out of him had my panties saturating quickly, my body writhing and twisting between his back and the couch.

  His shirt eventually came off. Eventually, we moved from the couch to the bed I hadn’t touched in months – the one I had shared for years with his brother. I had Mason lay in it now as I straddled the small of his back, rubbing his shoulders, in awe of the fact that he had his head resting on my pillow – that my hands were tracing the lines of his body and giving him so much pleasure that he was groaning deep, the sounds awakening every unfulfilled need in my body.

  “Turn over,” I whispered to him. When he did, I breathed out a moan, his erection hot and hard under my pussy, swelling and straining against his pants as I continued to straddle and massage him. I rested my hands just below his collarbones and worked my fingers over the tension, wishing I could consume the delicious groan that thundered from the depths of his chest.

  “Christ, that feels incredible,” he murmured as I worked my way to his shoulders. As I massaged them, I rocked my hips gently, slow and first then gradually faster till I knew I had his cock as hard as it could possibly get. His eyes wanted to be closed, I could see that, but Mason opened them, lifting his head just enough to watch me riding him. “Fuck,” he whispered, his gaze trained on me, lifting slowly from the swivel of my hips to the light bouncing of my breasts as I moved on him. “I could fucking watch this all night,” he murmured, eyes heavy but unblinking.

  He eventually found his way on top of me. My legs wrapped around his waist again, he pressed his throbbing arousal against me, thrusting the way his tongue did the same in my mouth. As he explored me in a way he never had before, I felt lost in Mason – like I’d surrendered every part of my body to him. He captured my mouth, filled his hands with my breasts, pinned me to the bed with every push of his hard cock against my pussy. The sounds of our breaths and moans and bodies jostling on the sheets were loud enough for awhile to drown out his phone. He ignored three calls in a row before relenting with an angry “fuck,” climbing off of me and hastily grabbing the phone.

  “Ed, talk to me,” he muttered the minute he answered. His eyes remained pinned on me as Ed spoke, and they sparked with a fire as I reached under my leggings and panties to touch myself. Despite the business call, Mason watched me, nodding and encouraging me with a look of lust that thickened as I slowly picked up the speed of my stroke.

  “They broke the terms of their contract so we’re by no means obligated to do that. That’s all you need to tell them,” he said, refusing to break his stare from me as I arched my back and let out a moan. “Christ,” Mason cursed in a way that I knew had nothing to do with his call and everything to do with me as I shed my leggings, leaving myself in just my cream lace panties and loose raglan. He couldn’t help but come closer now. His jaw was tight as I stroked faster between my legs now, watching the way his six-pack clenched with every jagged breath, reveling in how incredibly blue his eyes looked as they anticipated me coming

  “Yeah. That’s fine. Ed, let me talk to you about this tomorrow.”

  The last sentence of conversation Ed subjected Mason to had him clenching his teeth, his stare so heavy between my thighs now that I could practically feel their heat bringing me closer to orgasm. The second Mason hung up he pounced on me, making me shriek in shock and delight as he buried his face in my neck and thrust a hand between my legs.

  “Let me hear you come right now,” he growled, cupping my pussy over my panties, fingering between my folds then rubbing my clit so furiously I came within seconds, gasping for breath against his lips as he kissed me with unbridled passion, his fingers tangled in my hair and making a fist that only relaxed once he’d stroked every last aftershock out of my body. Once I was finished, I closed my eyes, raking my fingers through his thick hair as he kissed my breasts over my shirt, brushing his lips along their heavy curves and up my neck till his mouth was back on mine. But he gave me barely two seconds of his gentle kiss before pulling away.

  “I should go,” he said.

  Despite the bliss of a few seconds ago, my heart dropped. But as I sat up in bed, I didn’t argue, still feeling torturously like it wasn’t my place to. So instead, I sat there, eyes wide and hair rumpled as I watched Mason get dressed and gather his things without looking much my way. Or maybe he did and I just refused to count it because what I wanted was his attention back to being rapt on me, undivided and unblinking. I had been spoiled and now there was no going back – I wanted Mason Leo so fucking badly. I wanted every part of him, and I wanted him to want me.

  But as intimate as we’d just been, we were still in some kind of limbo – some agonizing place where I still wouldn’t let myself ask him if anything had changed in our contract. My pride was killing me, and I was letting it.

  You don’t have the right to be upset, I reminded myself as I said goodbye to him at the door. He’s not technically yours. But that didn’t stop me from peeking my head out the door to watch him get to the elevators. And it didn’t stop me from smiling when he looked back and with his hands slid in his pockets, tilted his head, returning my gaze for a second before stepping into the elevator and out of sight.

  Chapter Fourteen

  With two days left before we departed for St. Lucia, Mason’s work schedule grew hectic. I understood fully that running a company of a hundred employees was a real responsibility, so I braced myself to be ignored and tried to take comfort in the fact that the last night we had together still had him sending flirty to filthy texts that made me bite my lip on the couch and look up to realize I had no idea what was happening on TV anymore, because I’d spent so much time smiling like an idiot at my phone.

  But my high dampened slightly on Saturday, when Mason texted at night saying he’d yet to leave the office. He still had far too much to get done before the wedding and would have to cancel dinner, marking about sixty hours gone by since he had watched me come on my bed.

  Not that I was counting.

  But around nine that night, I got another message from him.

  MASON: What are you doing?

  ME: Watching bad TV

  ME: Why what’s up?

  MASON: Not much. Just wanting to go home

  ME: You’re the boss so do it?

  MASON: Unfortunately not an option

  MASON: Will you be sleeping soon?

  ME: Probably not. Why?

  MASON: I need to see you

  I raked my bottom lip between my teeth. God, those five words were so simple but good enough to send a surge of heat throughout my entire body.

  ME: But you’re still at the office right?

  MASON: Yes. Just me and a handful of others at this point. I’ll send a car to bring you here if you’re willing to come.

  My heart actually fluttered. I was already up as I typed my response, shedding my T-shirt and sweatpants on the way to my closet.

  ME: I can be ready in 20 minutes.

  MASON: Thank God

  I chewed back a ridiculous grin at the last two-word message. With my phone resting on my nightstand, I typed with one
hand while getting dressed with the other.

  ME: Anything I can bring you?

  MASON: No I have everything I need

  MASON: Except one thing obviously. Car is on its way

  *

  It was strange to see The Leo Group office at night. While all the lights remained on, most every desk and room was empty. The city lights outside glittered at me as I walked down the quiet hall, detecting the sound of Mason’s low voice as I made my way closer to his office.

  I leaned in the doorframe when I got there, letting Mason continue going over something with a few colleagues. They all looked fairly exhausted, but the other two men didn’t make exhausted look quite as ridiculously sexy as Mason did. His tie was loosened, his sleeves rolled up and his forearms looking delicious as he rubbed the back of his neck. Lord. He looked so damned good I almost didn’t want him to look up. I rarely had time to observe him without his knowledge and there was just something so painfully attractive about Mason in business mode. Of course when he finally did look up and notice me, my little smile burst wider.

  “Hi,” he exhaled so eagerly the other two turned around right away. I smiled at them, giving a polite wave as Mason made his way to me. He breathed out again when his hands made contact with my waist. “Thank you for coming. I was about to fall asleep.”

  “I’ll make sure you don’t. But do you want me to wait in another room till you’re done here?”

  “No, we’re just finishing up.”

  “He’s lying,” said the blonde-haired one. “He’s just non-functioning now that you’re here. He’s been waiting.”

  “Oh,” I laughed, lifting my eyebrows. “I apologize then.”

  “Don’t. He wouldn’t let us go home so we’ve just been desperately waiting for him to tire out. You just saved our nights.”

  I laughed and stood back as the two men packed up to go, recapping a few notes with Mason before giving a salute and walking out the door. Shutting it fully, I turned to see Mason whipping off his tie as he sat in his chair. As I made my way to him, he fixed his eyes on me, watching me as I perched myself at the edge of his desk.

  “Long day?” I asked as his eyes traveled unapologetically up my crossed legs. They were wrapped in black tights paired with an off-the-shoulder sweater dress that Sofia classified as “not-even-trying-to-be” sexy. “At least now you’ll actually be looking forward to St. Lucia.”

  Mason gave a tired laugh. But he didn’t respond – at least not in words. Leaning back, he held out his hand and when I took it, he brought me close enough to cup the backs of my thighs and pull me onto his lap. I masked my excitement well as I obliged and straddled him, letting him snake my arms around his neck till I was settled comfortably in his arms. I wet my lips. We’d sat this closely that night at the Victorian Hotel, but this time felt completely different. For starters, I wasn’t crying. I was inches from Mason’s faint, sexy grin, our noses almost touching and our relaxed breaths mingling. It was easily the closest we’d ever been to each other and the realization alone made me squirm. But being that I was in Mason’s lap, my squirming had him quickly groaning and holding me still with two handfuls of my ass. My mouth parted at his firm grip, and I let out a breath that made him murmur, “Don’t do this to me.”

  I countered. “What if I want to?”

  Mason cocked an eyebrow. “Want to what?” When I bit my lips, he grinned wickedly. “Don’t get shy now. Tell me what you want to do.”

  I stared back at the mischief in his eye. “I want to do what you keep refusing to let me because you think it’ll make me feel used.”

  “And what’s that?”

  My smile was a bit shy as I rubbed his chest. “Return the favor.”

  I could feel him getting turned on. “Return the favor. I don’t know what that means,” Mason challenged with a smirk. “Tell me explicitly. In words.”

  “I want to make your cock hard and put it in my mouth,” I returned so quickly he sat stunned for a moment. But while he was still for a moment, I felt his erection twitch under me. I watched lust cloud over his face as he twisted handfuls of my sweater. “I want to make you come as hard as you’ve made me come.”

  “Is that right.” His breaths grew heavier as he stretched my top. My arousal built up as I watched the cotton inch down my body – my shoulders first, then the tops of my breasts, hooking on my hard nipple till Mason was a short yank away from exposing me fully. His eyelids were heavy as he teased himself. He wetted his sculpted lips as he stared ahead at my breasts, his cock swelling furiously underneath me. “You don’t know how hard it was for me to get anything done this weekend,” his mouth moved closer to my tight peaks, “when all I could think about were these perfect fucking tits of yours.”

  Feeling wicked, I gazed down at his handfuls of my dress. Just as he yanked it all the way down, I clasped my hands over my breasts, drawing a vicious groan from his lips as I covered what he was so aching to see.

  “Come on,” he breathed, tortured. “Show me.”

  “No.”

  “You don’t want to do this to me.”

  “Why not?” I cocked my head mischievously. But instead of answering, Mason gripped the edge of his desk, pulled us over till I was sandwiched between his broad chest and its glass surface. Wrapping his hands around my wrists, he tightened just enough to remind me of his strength. Then with a grunt and a pull he exposed my breasts for his mouth, growling as he caught and sucked my nipple between his hot lips. I gasped as he leaned forward and pushed me back on the desk, soaking my panties as he sucked on me hungrily, greedily. I let out a moaning breath, dizzy as blood rushed from my brain to the throbbing pulse between my legs.

  “Touch yourself for me.”

  His demand came with the sound of him undoing his belt. Yes. Back arched, I closed my eyes and obliged, feeling the arousal that soaked through both my panties and tights. Holy shit. I could hardly keep track of the different pleasures humming through me as Mason drew his tongue over my breast, furiously stroking his dick as I rubbed circles over my clit. Sensation burst in hot explosions throughout my whole body and only made me ache for more. But while I pleaded breathily for a condom, there was none in his office or my purse, so I was left to moan desperately as Mason gripped the root of his cock and teased me over my tights, tracing the length of my wetness with his thick, pulsing tip.

  “Mason, please, I can’t…”

  It was torment so ferociously wet and hot I was ready to say fuck it. I was so ready to give in but then he lifted me onto his desk, laying me flat on my back as he gripped my tights at the thighs and tore apart. I barely processed the sound of them ripping wide open before Mason slid two fingers inside and sucked on my clit. My jaw dropped as he worked his mouth over my swollen pearl, his tongue darting back and forth over it then swirling around as he pumped his fingers ruthlessly inside me. The incessant clinking of his belt only turned me on further because I knew what rapid motions were prompting that noise. He was jerking himself off. Furiously. God, this is too good. I felt woozy, out of my mind with satisfaction, but I lifted my head, bringing my knee close to my lips as I watched the muscle on Mason’s forearm twitch, using his firm grip to pleasure himself as his mouth pleasured me. I begged him not to stop as he lashed at me while bringing himself closer, his sculpted features twisting with the need to come.

  But he got me there first, grasping my thighs as he groaned against my pussy, launching me like a rocket over the edge. Bucking against his desk, I practically screamed for the ecstasy surging through me. It was practically blinding, an orgasm more powerful than the last but while I wanted to soak in it, I wanted more to bring Mason to the heights he brought me. So straddling him again, I let him pull off my dress. He grunted as I wrapped both hands around the length of his cock. His lips were parted, his eyes filled with sleepy awe as he watched my breasts bounce between my arms while stroking him, picking up my pace till he was gritting his teeth and on the verge of coming.

  When I felt him h
ardening in my grip, I let go and lowered myself to the ground, reveling in the shocked, “Fuck,” he breathed out as I wrapped my lips around the head of his cock. He growled with even thicker, raspier pleasure as I dropped my mouth down on his shaft and dragged my tight, wet pull back to his tip. My hands trailed along his calves as I bobbed up and down on his lap, my clit throbbing again when I felt his hand grab a firm fistful of my hair. Gentle but firm, he guided me, murmuring sexy, gravelly filth at me as he watched me suck him off.

  But I took control of the pace again when I felt him close, harder in my mouth than I knew possible. My hands were slippery as I stroked and sucked, my lips hot and swollen as they brought him to a sudden and shuddering orgasm. I gasped, eyes wide and back arched as Mason pumped stream after stream of thick cum onto my breasts, the perfect features on his face twisted in the hot, tortured, incredible pleasure. The fact that I was the one who brought him to those heights filled me with a dirty little sense of pride, especially as I knelt there wearing every drop of his satisfaction. I was so in awe I stayed there simply staring down at myself for a moment, feeling sexier than I’d ever felt in my life, especially as Mason gazed down at me, breathing hard and physically unable to pull his eyes away.

  God, it felt good to be looked at that way.

  It felt even better when the person looking was Mason Leo.

  Though he tried to get back to work, Mason called it a night within twenty minutes and had his car take us to dinner. My tights thoroughly ruined, I wriggled into a new pair we bought at a twenty-four hour Duane Reade, laughing the whole time as Mason held his coat above me like a curtain.

  After dinner that night, he took me home again. And though once again, we didn’t have sex, we got into bed together this time. And while I passed out before him, I woke in the night to feel my back against the hard warmth of his chest, and my resting pulse spiked just a bit when I processed his breath on my neck and his arm draped heavily around me.