“Mason,” she panted my name over and over again, licking and nibbling any bit of skin she could touch. Her pussy gripped me tight and I pounded harder, slammed deeper into her until her cries grew louder. Wilder. “Mason, I’m close.”
“I can feel you. You have such a tight pussy,” I gritted out.
“Harder, Mason. Give me more. I need more.”
Oh fuck, she was a talker. A dirty fucking talker. I held back to see what she would do, licking a trail from her collarbone to her earlobe.
“Mason!”
“Yes, Cupcake?”
She clenched tight around me and pressed her forehead to mine. “Fuck. Me. Harder.”
With a command like that, how could I possibly refuse? I gave sweet Trish exactly what she wanted, a good hard fuck while she moaned my name. When she finally let go and drenched my cock, I couldn’t stop my own orgasm from roaring out of me and pulsing into her.
“Damn, Cupcake.”
She laughed and threw her head back against the wall. “Damn indeed.”
I waited for regret to seep in. For the tension to return to her body and for her to tell me this was a mistake. “You all right?”
“No,” she shook her head, blue eyes suddenly serious. “I don’t know what I was thinking.”
What the fuck? “What?”
“If I had thought about it for one second, I would have been on top. Dammit.”
Fuck she was cute. “Give me ten minutes and you can be the cowgirl of your dreams.” The smile she hit me with was stunning.
“Don’t make me start liking you, Mason.”
“Wouldn’t dream of it, Cupcake. Besides I got something better than like. You want me.”
Trish rolled her eyes and stared at my mouth for several long seconds before she leaned forward and kissed me, made love to my mouth until my cock was hard and ready for round two.
Good girls, indeed.
Trish
I had sex with Mason. Earth shattering, mind-boggling sex with a man I could barely stand. It was incredible. And it was incredibly stupid too. I knew I shouldn’t have done it. Hell, Mason was probably right that a part of me hadn’t locked the door because I wanted him, but that didn’t change the fact that it was a monumentally bad idea. The best damn bad idea I’ve had in a long time.
Even now, as we sat one row apart on the jet headed back to Belle Musique, I kept my knees squeezed together because my mind wouldn’t stop replaying images from the night before. Flashes of action from our night of reckless debauchery played nonstop, of me with my head thrown back in ecstasy, of Mason’s face twisted and dark while he pounded into me.
Oh-my-god.
I don’t know what in the hell I was thinking last night, and I wished I could blame it on the martinis, but I couldn’t. Especially when Mason had given me four orgasms, one just this morning before we left the hotel.
Now though, Mason seemed unaffected while I sat awkwardly in my seat trying to figure out how to appear normal after what had happened between us. It was a new thing for me, having wild sex with someone I could barely stand, and I think I liked it. A lot.
Once the jet was at cruising altitude, James came out with a piping hot black coffee for me and something for Mason. But I didn’t know what since I was determined to play it as cool as he was.
Besides all that, I had a billionaire with a heart of gold to read about, and I didn’t have time to think about a scorching hot one night stand. Nope. Not at all.
I drank my coffee and got lost in the story of Lex and Glory, which turned out to be a pretty engrossing tale. The kind that would make a less cynical woman than myself swoon and believe in things like happy endings. But the way Lex treated Glory, it was enough to make me long for that type of pampering and support. I would never have that myself, but as I engrossed myself in the story, I let myself suspend reality, eating up the pages while I enjoyed the hot coffee.
Then we hit a pocket of air and my coffee tipped over, down the table and all over my white V-neck t-shirt. “Dammit!” At least I had quick reflexes, and managed to move my e-reader out of the path of the hot, dark liquid.
“You all right, Cupcake?”
I glared at Mason as I stood, doing my best to wipe up the liquid when James appeared, taking the napkins from me with a gentle smile. “I’ve got it. Your suitcase is in the first bedroom.”
“Thank you, James.” I gave him a small smile before turning away and disappearing into one of the small bedrooms on the plane. Bedrooms on a freaking plane paid truth to some of the luxuries in the billionaire romance currently burning up my e-reader. It was a bit surreal to be able to turn around while changing my shirt on a plane. Surreal, but convenient, since the last thing I wanted was to spend the rest of the flight in a coffee covered shirt.
I hadn’t packed much since it was just a two day trip, which left me with only my white tank top that was part of a cotton pajama set to wear. When I found it folded neatly at the bottom of my small suitcase I smiled. At least something would go right today.
“Got any room in here for one more?”
I really hated the fact that Mason’s voice instantly put my body on edge. He might as well have asked me if I got wet just for him, the way he had last night, with the way my nipples beaded under my tank top. The way my panties grew damp in seconds. It was completely unfair.
“As soon as I’m done, the room is yours.”
I blinked when Mason stepped fully inside the room and closed the door. My pulse raced at the heat in his gaze, the way he licked his lips as his gaze landed on my chest. “Those tits are beautiful, Cupcake.”
“Don’t call me that.” There was no heat behind my words, because his gaze was like a caress all over my body, leaving my skin heated and sensitized. Ready for him to make good on the promise in his stare.
“Why? I already know you’re sweeter than a cupcake.” His body came closer until his chest was right in my line of sight. “That’s good news for you, Trish.”
I scoffed at his arrogance. “Oh yeah, why?” Arms crossed, I did my best to appear defiant and uninterested.
“Because I came for another taste.”
I swallowed visibly at his dark words, but my body was already on board, hot and heavy. And leaking like a needy little slut. “Who says that’s gonna happen?”
Mason’s smile darkened right along with those green eyes that were now the color of the forest at midnight. “I’ll tell you what, Cupcake.” He pressed a kiss to the crook of my neck and my knees instantly buckled, my fall broken by the firm mattress beneath me. With a smirk that said Mason knew exactly the power he had over me, he knelt before me. “I’ll get started, and you tell me when you want me to stop. How does that sound?”
The arrogant jerk didn’t wait for me to agree, or tell him to take a hike, he just slowly, and with excruciating care, removed my jeans and the pink French lace panties I’d just bought, the matching pink bra and the tank I’d just slipped on.
There was plenty of time for me to shove Mason away, to tell him this was another bad idea and I didn’t want it.
But I did want it.
So, so bad.
And when his big, rough palm pressed against my midsection until I was flat on my back, I submitted to him. Legs splayed open indecently. I propped myself up on my elbows to watch, because holy hell, Mason put on one hell of a show. I couldn’t take my eyes off of the way he manipulated his tongue into different positions to cause different sensations. “Oh jeez, Mason. Yes!” The way he kept his eyes closed like he wanted to focus only on the taste of me, only made me wetter. Hotter. “Oh god!”
The wretched man laughed, and instead of smacking him, I moaned long and loud as the vibrations sent a wicked pulsing through me, pushing me right to the edge of pleasure. Then he pulled back.
“What in the hell, Mason!”
He smiled, and he looked like some fallen angel with his dark brown hair slightly mussed and his smile slick from my arousal. “You mentioned some
thing about wanting to be on top?”
Holy cow. Was he serious? It was a dirty little fantasy of mine, one we hadn’t gotten around to last night because he’d been insatiable, eating me out and fucking me in every imaginable position while I held on for dear life.
“I-I did.”
Mason threw himself on the bed with a smile, hands propped behind his head. “Ride me, cowgirl.”
Cowgirl was better than cupcake, so I saved my glare for later, or maybe it had something to do with how damp and sticky my thighs became at the thought of what I was about to do. “If that’s what you want,” I told him with a coy smile.
“It’s what you want, Cupcake and that matters too.” He grabbed my ass, giving it a squeeze and lifting me until my ass was level with his chest. “Come on, Trish. Ride my face.”
I couldn’t suppress the shiver his words produced if I tried, and I didn’t try all that hard. My inner dirty girl took over and I straddled his head with a smile, loving that all I could see was those smiling green eyes, dark with desire. His tongue flicked out right against my clit and I bucked against him, and that was the beginning of the end. The way Mason’s mouth moved against me as I gyrated on his mouth was intoxicating. He licked and sucked and slurped at me while I rode him to orgasm, gripping his hair around my fingers while I bucked against his mouth. “Oh. My. God.” I shivered when his tongue flicked against my swollen clit again and again.
“Nope, not god. It’s just Mason.”
He was such a smartass, and I knew just how I planned to teach him a lesson. “I don’t think I’m done with you yet.” I lifted one leg and flipped my position, determined to make him come apart just as wholly as I just had.
“Yeah? You think you have another orgasm in you, Cupcake?”
“I guess that’s on you,” I told him boldly as my gaze slid to the long thick ridge currently trying to break free of his zipper. “I have something else in mind for you.” When he tried to speak, I lowered myself to his lips until I felt them on my sensitized clit. I freed his delicious cock and took him in my mouth.
“Oh fuck!” His words were garbled against my slick heat, but I heard them loud and clear, and they fueled me. Every groan and moan, every buck of his hips only made me bolder. Made me take him deeper at times, and wrap my lips around the throbbing head of his cock and suck like he was my favorite piece of candy.
It was intoxicating, holding a powerful man’s pleasure in your hand like this, and I felt how turned on I was by his every response. Cupping his sac, I took him as deep as I could and moaned when he began to nibble my clit. My body was on fire, thick lava flowing through my veins as he brought me closer and closer to another orgasm, but this was my show. I licked him from the bottom of his sac to the tip of his beautiful cock before taking him deeper and faster.
“Oh fuck, Trish! Trish!” Yep, that was the sound I wanted to hear. Mason, lost to pleasure and on the brink of losing control. His tongue slipped inside me and I began to ride him as I swallowed him whole. A loud long grunt escaped as he pumped his pleasure into my mouth and down my throat while I convulsed as pleasure seeped out me, impressively his tongue never stopped moving until he was totally spent. “Fuck me, Cupcake. That was pure fucking heaven.”
I smiled and rolled off him, feeling too good to think about the consequences of our lost weekend.
I didn’t care right now. And when we woke up thirty minutes before the plan landed, I still didn’t care. My body still hummed with pleasure and satisfaction and I didn’t want anything to dampen it. Not yet, anyway. So, I quickly dressed and went back to my seat, unsure how to act around Mason after what had happened between us. Again.
This wasn’t some romance novel where he would find reasons to see me more often. This was real life, and in the real world what we’d had was nothing more than a weekend of hot sex. A hot memory to pull out when I needed a release.
By the time I arrived home to shower, I had my head on straight even as my body still vibrated from a weekend of orgasms. And by the time I changed and headed into the coffee shop, I was ready for life to get back to normal.
Mason
Life made no sense.
I woke up the day after we got back from Vegas and looked out the window, expecting the sky to be red and the seas to be purple. I expected that maybe the poles had switched positions, or that some big event had occurred to make the world different, because I felt different. How could everything still be normal?
How could the town of Belle Musique wake up and go about its business like normal, when life would never be normal again?
How could it be after the town’s good girl, the goody two shoes, had thoroughly rocked my fucking world? Turned it upside down and invaded my sleep? But she had. Trish had become the song you didn’t want to hear even as it played constantly in your head. Two nights, half a dozen orgasms, maybe more, and now I couldn’t stop thinking about her. Every time I closed my eyes, there she was with her long blond hair fanned out all around her or brushing my thighs as she took my cock in her mouth. And the sounds, good lord the fucking sounds she made when she was being pleasured. When she was sucking the cum out of me.
They haunted me.
So, I’d kept my distance. Okay, that was a lie. I’d turned into a ghost, spending no time anywhere other than my shop and my house. My good girl assumptions had been wrong. Totally fucking wrong, and I couldn’t be mad about it.
In fact, I got hot as hell whenever I thought about just how not good Trish could be.
“Well damn, judging by that look it must have been one hell of a weekend if you’re still walking around with that look on your face.”
Mags’ ribbing pulled me from my X-rated thoughts and I glared at her, smirking like she knew something she didn’t. “I don’t have a look on my face. It’s called my face.”
“Ha! If that was your face all the time, maybe you wouldn’t piss Trish off so much.”
Just the sound of her name had my skin heating about ten degrees. “What’s wrong with my face? I’m hot as hell, thank you very much.” Sure, I was a grumpy bastard most of the time, but I’d never had any trouble getting women, and much of that was due to my ruggedly handsome features, at least that’s what the ladies told me.
“I’m not touching that one, Mase. But I do want you to tell me what happened in Vegas to put that smile on your face. Or who?” One brow arched in question, arms crossed and a look of pure mischief as she waited for a response.
“There was a nice dinner at a fancy ass place where I ate until my food baby became visible, and then we partied all night at Sin Is In. It was a great time.”
“Hmm.” Mags stroked her chin, studying me a little too closely. The way she always did when she thought she would get a secret out of me. “I don’t believe you.”
“That’s okay, you rarely do anyway. Don’t you have an appointment soon?” I knew she did, because I just checked the appointment book.
“I do,” she said and hopped off the swivel chair. “But I could use a coffee and some pastries before the client gets here.” I didn’t miss that mischievous little smirk as I got to my feet and headed towards the door.
“Be back soon!” The sound of Mags’ laughter followed me out of the shop. Yeah, so maybe I was a little eager to set eyes on Trish again, but it was just for research purposes. I had to be sure she was the same woman I couldn’t stop dreaming about. Fantasizing about.
That was all.
Inside Belle Bean was quiet. Deadly quiet which was weird, but as I looked around I heard the low strains of some kind of music coming from the kitchen and followed the noise. That’s where I found Trish, shaking her round ass to the beat of some crappy pop song while she stirred something in an oversized silver bowl. I watched, mesmerized by the way she moved her hips and sang off-key to the terrible song, lost in her tasks. It was sexy as hell.
“If I had known a show was included with the pastries, I would have shown up a lot sooner.”
“Aaah!” Tri
sh whirled around, with the large metal whisk in her hand, aimed right at me. “What in the hell do you think you’re doing back here?” She punctuated each word with a flick of her wrist until finally a big dollop of pink flew through the air in slow motion. I couldn’t take my eyes off the ball of fluff even though I should have moved. It landed on my chest with a gentle splat. “Are you trying to give me a heart attack?”
Looking down at the huge glob of cream, I swiped a finger through it and tasted it with a moan. “Damn, Cupcake, that is delicious!” Trish continued to glare at me and I sighed. She was so cute when she got all feisty like that. “I wasn’t trying to give you a heart attack, but I can’t help it if the sight of me makes your heart go pitter patter.”
She growled at me and the sound shot straight to my dick, but it was that fiery glare that really got me going. “Why are you here, Mason? For real?”
It was a fair question since I’d been avoiding her and her shop since the wheels touched down in New Orleans. It was a dick move, I knew that, but I’d been too shaken by the way she’d taken control on the plane and made me completely lose my mind. “You do still sell coffee and pastries here, don’t you?”
“I’m closed,” she said with a glare, holding the big ass bowl between us like some kind of barrier. I didn’t know if she was talking about her actual shop, or her. As an added blow, Trish took a step back, but I wasn’t deterred.
“But you have leftovers…”
She nodded, resignation written all over her face as she set the bowl down. I could deal with an angry Trish, and not just because my cock twitched in my pants at the way her skin flushed in anger. “Fine, Mason. Go up front, on the other side of the counter and I’ll be with you in a minute.”
“I’ll wait,” I told her because I wasn’t falling for that old trick where she made me wait up front and never showed up. But Trish wasn’t in a playing mood. Not at all, judging by the evil glare she sent my way.
“Then I guess you’ll wait forever,” she said with a shrug. “I hear that Ethel’s Convenience now has dark roast.”
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