“Do you love Courtney?”
He frowned again but sighed and shook his head, “No, but she’s developed feelings for me. I didn’t mean for that to happen, Mason, and now it’s too late but I didn’t intentionally go out to hurt anyone.”
I flew off the sofa and had him pinned between me and the wall in seconds as I pressed my hard body into his. His breath stunted and I flinched when his eyes darkened, in lust or fear, I wasn’t sure. Maybe I was reading too much into it as my horniness controlled my senses. Maybe I was looking for something I hoped was there but wasn’t.
“You knew she was married to Greg, Kade. How could you have not meant to hurt anyone when the woman is married?” I snarled at him, my rage camouflaging my desire.
Fuck, not now.
I pushed away from the wall and moved away before I did something really fucking rash and foolish. Why the hell was I looking at Kade differently now?
Because I had finally faced up to my sexual preferences, being honest with myself made me see things, as well as people, differently. My sexual appetite hugely diverse to what it had been in the past.
I knew I wasn’t gay, Ava’s sweet sexual pull on me granted that, but Kade, God he was suddenly tempting the sins from me, enticing an arousal that was only present for him and luring something dark from deep inside me.
Kade remained pressed against the wall as he regarded me warily, he had seen it in me, I knew he had. I had felt his body harden under mine, felt the aroused frantic beat of his heart in his chest, felt his fucking erection pressing into my belly.
Okay, I needed to take control of this, push past it and deny we hadn’t both felt what we had.
“What exactly do you want, Mason?” Kade asked quietly but hoarsely and I grit my teeth at the rough tone in his voice, his lust now unmistakeable and undeniable.
I turned and watched him. I viewed the desire that could never be acted upon, saw the confusion that mirrored mine and saw the need pulsing in his eyes.
“I need you to decide what you want, Kade.”
He swallowed heavily and stared back, his gaze heated but wary as his body hummed violently in the quiet room. “I think you know what I want, Mason, just as I know what you want.”
“You know nothing, Kade” I growled at him as I kept myself distanced and closed off to his curiosity.
He nodded slowly, “So you don’t want to fuck me?”
I was on him faster than lightening, my desire to pummel him, pound my fists into him raged through my system as I once again pinned him under me.
Our joint breaths were laboured and severe as we stared at each other violently, our bodies strumming with need and carnal desires.
His hot skin burnt straight through me, the raw primal lust expressed openly on his face seared directly to my dick, hardening it beyond its limits as a bead of sweat trickled down my chest, bouncing across my blistering skin as I fought to pull back.
So damn hard, becoming impossible.
“Admit it Mason, you wanna slide your cock deep within me, claim me, fuck me so hard that I scream your name in ecstasy but do you want your pretty wife to watch or do you wanna hurt her and do it behind her back?”
“Fuck you” I roared as I pulled away and left him still leaning on the wall, his legs trembling and his hard on ram-rod stiff as I slammed his apartment door behind me.
Chapter 28
Ava
I CRINGED AND shivered inside as the crack of the whip slashed against Madam Raquel’s toy for the night, her own face contorting in pleasure as openly as the man’s currently bent over the large tacky bed.
Jesus Christ, this place needed a complete overhaul, from security all the way through to new décor and furnishings. The corridors and reception rooms were freshly painted and decorated, all the greeting rooms decked to appeal but the private rooms were awful. It was a dive, plain and simple.
I scanned the room, strategically placing imaginary micro cameras in different parts of the room to obtain the best overall view of the room.
I had been surprised that none of the clients had regular criminal checks. They underwent one when they joined, along with health tests but then that was it, no more were done. Any of these men, or even women, could suddenly develop a fetish for rough and fatal sex and that was a hazard Mason couldn’t afford right now.
I heard the door behind me open and close and I turned to find Mason watching me. His eyes flicked to the scene in the room before his brow puckered and he rested his dark eyes on me.
My breath caught in my throat and my pussy walls clenched almost painfully when I caught the look of pure animistic need in both his body language and his expression.
“I need you” he whispered when he approached. His voice was low and raspy as his fingers curled around both of my hips tightly and painfully. His chest heaved with his heavy inhalations and the hunger rolled off him in thick tangible waves of lust.
“I need to fuck you right now, Ava, right now.”
I nodded as every inch of my skin pinched tightly with sensitivity, “Not here. My office.”
“No, here” He added as his gaze landed back on the couple now fucking hard and fast on the bed, their loud grunts filling the air with sex as Mason’s aura filled it with raw, primal lust.
I shook my head again, “I can’t Mason, the . . . the whip, I can’t.”
His expression softened as he nodded in agreement and grabbed my hand, pulling me swiftly from the room with an urgency I had never seen in him before.
“Are you okay?” I choked out as he hauled me through the office door and slammed me up against the wall, instantly burying his mouth on my neck, the hot muscle of his tongue sliding along my scorching skin as his teeth caught my flesh and bit it harshly.
“Oh . . .” I swallowed heavily as arousal loomed low in my belly and lust stimulated my blood, stirring a thrill so carnal and demanding that if I didn’t take my man soon I thought I might die. “Mason . . .” I begged, unsure of what I was pleading for but needing something, anything.
His fingers fumbled with the belt on my jeans, his eagerness causing his failure to unhook the pin and I chuckled when his temper got the better of him and he swore. “Need help, baby?”
His eyes lifted to mine and his dominance blazed brightly, his annoyance with my humour killed my wit as he stared me down.
“You find it funny, baby?”
I shook my head as a whimper rumbled through me, “No, sorry.”
He now yanked my belt, snapping the buckle and leather in one angry move, and hell if it didn’t heat my core more. His aggression and sheer need for me filled me with both awe and satisfaction. My sex moistened immensely, the pulsing ache inside it now a throbbing crave, a yearning for a good hard fuck rousing my body and I pulled at Mason’s hair and brought him up to my mouth.
He growled and slid his tongue inside my mouth, wrapping it around my own so tight I thought he wanted to strangle the thick muscle.
“Ava . . .” he whispered against my lips as he dragged my jeans and knickers down my legs.
“Up” he commanded as he palmed my butt cheeks and lifted me so I could wrap myself around him; shroud his frame with my own body as I draped my arms around his neck.
He held me tight as he carried me to the desk and settled me on the edge, my bottom sinking into the sharp edge as I shuffled back a little to ease the dig.
“Ava . . .” he breathed again as he thrust into me hard and deep, his cock was so wide I wondered if he’d had an enlargement. The initial stretch burned my pussy making me cry out with both the pleasure and the pain as he groaned loudly at our joining.
“I need to take you hard, Ava.”
I nodded, unable to form words before he pulled right out and plunged back in forcefully, his strength pushing me back on the desk and seeing the entire pile of paperwork scatter across the floor.
His large hands gripped my thighs as he slid me back towards him and deeper onto his solid cock.
His pounds became harder and firmer, his eyes squeezed closed tightly as his mouth twisted with his pleasure and a hand curled into my hair as the other enclosed the front of my neck. His loud grunts were nothing but primal and raw, his hedonism forefront and leading him as his whole body hummed with anger and fury, his hips driving fiercely as his whole face tightened with explicit tension.
“Mason . . .” I whispered as I palmed his cheek tenderly. Something had obviously happened to get him into a state like this, got him so wound up that he could be fucking any random and he wouldn’t care, so long as he was fucking.
“Mason, look at me.”
He gasped and opened his eyes as he stilled his thrusts, his eyes finally focussing on me as guilt surged through his irises.
“Tell me what’s wrong, Mason, tell me baby.” I urged as he remained deep-seated inside me, his cock now throbbing against my internal walls, making my pussy twitch in demand and delight.
He exhaled slowly; his forehead came to rest against mine as I followed the drip, drip of sweat trickling between his eyes and down the bridge of his nose.
“Ava.” He sounded almost in pain, almost tortured and sad and I swathed him with as much love as I could muster physically, his need and potent ache absorbing it as quick as I gave it him. “Ava, I . . .”
“What? Tell me, please.”
He shook his head, his forehead sliding against mine as his throat bobbed in his effort to calm himself. I could feel his body tremble with wrath and something else I couldn’t put my finger on, “Mason, just tell me, I’ll help you deal with it, baby.”
His eyes widened then closed tightly as his mouth opened then snapped closed simultaneously. His struggle to voice his pain made my heart hurt; his intense hatred and disgust for himself displayed openly on his face as a strangled moan simmered in his throat.
“Please.” I begged once more.
He rolled his lips but moved his head back slightly, “I . . . I wanted to . . .”
I nodded with encouragement, urging him to open up so I could ease his pain and remove the haunted look that tarnished his beautiful eyes, “What? You wanted to what?”
“I . . . I wanted to . . . I nearly . . . fucked . . . Kade.”
His eyes were cautious but honest as I stared at him, “What?”
He pulled out of me, my body wincing at the loss as he tucked his rigid length back in his trousers and zipped himself up. I almost whimpered as my pussy screamed its disapproval but Mason’s words soon had my arousal ditching rapidly.
“You . . . wanted to fuck Kade?” I asked slowly, struggling with the knowledge of Mason’s revelation as my jaw hung open in shock and my throat twitched in warning of its forthcoming closure.
I grabbed the edge of the desk to support my quivering legs as I blew out the deep breath I had been holding. “Okay . . . I, uhh . . . I . . . don’t quite. . . .”
His face scrunched up, mirroring the movement in his hands, his fists balled tightly as his guilt ate at him.
“Hey, listen to me.”
He turned slightly, his eyes solemn and full of self-disgust as he regarded me intently. “Did . . . did Kade feel the same?”
He paused for a moment, a deep sigh filtering from his lungs softly before he nodded. “I don’t want to lie to you, Ava. There was . . . there is something between us and damn, it was so hard to back down from, pull myself back from but I don’t . . . no, I won’t hurt you Ava. I won’t go behind your back but . . .” he hesitated as his eyes fired with a deep lust, “ . . . but I want him, badly.”
I dropped my gaze to the floor, tracing the pattern of the carpet with my eyes as his admission bounced around my brain. I frowned and looked at him, “Am I . . . Do I—do this?”
He frowned as he cocked his head in confusion, “Do you do what?”
“Do I make . . . men like this, is it me?”
He was upon me instantly, his anger evident in the way he held my upper arms and glared straight into me, “No, Ava, no. You are the most sexual woman there is; your body, your mind, they are full of so much sensuality Ava, don’t ever think that. You make me harder and needier than anything I have ever felt before. I can’t get enough of you. My cock is constantly yearning for you; for your delicious pussy, for your amazing tits, for your hot little mouth. The way you look at me when I take you, there is nothing on this earth that can compete against that. The little sounds you make drive me wild and the way your body responds to my touch is mesmerising, baby. You—you make me crazy with lust and need.”
I nodded and gave him a slight smile, “Did you . . . do you want us both together or are you asking my permission to fuck him?”
I needed to know as much as it might hurt me, I needed to be aware of what his fantasies included, what made him tick now that he had opened up to his desires and wants. Now I had opened the can of worms when I had invited Connor into our bed.
His hands dropped to mine before he threaded his long fingers through my small ones, “Only ever with you, Ava. I need you with me, I need your touch first and foremost but I can’t allow this. He still loves you Ava and I know how you feel about him . . .”
I opened my mouth to protest but he clamped our joined hands over my lips and shook his head, “Don’t be afraid, baby. I’ve known for a while, since this whole thing kicked off how you felt about him. I’m not angry with you, Ava. I’m not hurt; you chose me and stuck by that decision and never wavered, ever, in the last six years, and you will never know how much joy that fills me with.”
We were silent as we read each other, delved deep into each other to get a handle on this, to assess our own wants and needs. “What is it you want, Mason? Are you asking for my permission to fuck Kade? Is that it?”
He shook his head; his palm cupped my cheek so tenderly it forced a strangled whimper from me, his love for me so openly displayed in his eyes and across the entirety of his handsome face. I knew he loved me, I knew he loved me with his very soul and his entire essence. I knew it was me that made him inhale his first breath every morning, me that made his heart thud its first beat of the day and me that made the blood in his veins flow with warmth but what I didn’t know was where we went from here; now Mason had opened up to his sexual needs, could we survive them together?
“No, Ava, no. I don’t know what I’m saying, I just know that I wanted to tell you how I felt today . . . with him, with Kade.”
I could see his eyes darken again as he relived whatever had happened between them. “What did you feel, Mason? Tell me.” His throat dipped as his brow puckered in a slight frown but I could sense the tension in him with my question.
He shook his head as he tried to pull away but I grabbed his wrists firmly, my eyes narrow on him in command as I pursed my lips at him. “You wanted honesty Mason, so give it me. I want to know how he made you feel. Did he make your breath stunt? Did he make your belly hum? Did he make your blood heat with desire, Mason?”
His chest heaved as he narrowed his eyes on me; his jaw tightened with rage as his fingers slid into my hair and grasped a handful, his distinctive dominant hold made my sex jerk. My pussy flooded with my juices and my nipples hardened to rigid peaks as I watched the lust on his face deepen and become something more licentious and feral.
My own arousal and need spurred me on, knowing where my questions would take us, and damn if I didn’t need it.
“Did you want to bury your tongue in his mouth and play with his, Mason? Did you want to wrap your lips around his thick hard cock and torture him until he exploded his cum into your mouth?”
His chest rumbled as his hand reached to the zip on his trousers and within seconds his solid cock was free and in his fist, his hand sliding tightly up and down his length as his breathing became ragged and laboured.
“Ava . . .” he warned, his voice no more than tight rasp as his eyes pierced me with a burn that struck my clit head on and damn near brought my orgasm.
My own breathing was becoming forced and agonized as I watched
my glorious bastard pleasure himself so fiercely, his hand sliding swiftly but furiously on his shaft, pumping himself to an even greater width and length.
“Did you want to grip arse cheeks and slide into him, pound his tight backside and feel him push back against you, taking all of you inside him?”
He yanked me off the desk with one hand as he pushed me to my knees in front of him. Both of his hands seized my hair as he held my head still before he thrust his heavy cock straight into my mouth and down my throat. I opened for him, my own gasp allowing him entry past my burning tonsils; my eagerness and want taking everything he gave me, permitting anything he wanted and giving everything he wanted.
He thrust twice before his ejaculation released a torrent of his hot cum straight into my throat and down into my belly. His loud shouts of ecstasy echoed around the room as his fingers tightened in my hair and kept me rooted to him as he continued to pump furiously into my mouth.
“Fuckkkkk” he roared as he continued to come, his whole body jerking and twitching with each of the pleasure explosions spiralling into his muscles and brain.
“Ava!” he yelled as he still came, his sperm continuing to line my throat as his fingers tightened even harsher.
Eventually his hands loosened and his breathing levelled as he looked down at me, still kneeling before him as I looked up at him through my heavy eyelids.
“Bend over the desk.” He ordered with a tone that broached no denial, not that there was any.
I did as he asked, my juices sliding down my thighs with my potent arousal as I closed my eyes in preparation for Mason’s deliverance.
I groaned obscenely when I felt his hot tongue swipe over my groove, my flesh so hot that the extra heat of his tongue burnt my sensitive skin. “Fuck Ava, you’re creaming, baby.”
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