The Cocky Cage Fighter Six Book Box Set

by Lane Hart

  Chapter Eleven

  Hailey

  My body lies limp and boneless as I keep ridin’ out the wonderful aftershocks. “Mmm,” I moan when Mason’s fingertip circles my sensitive clit, causin’ my hips to start buckin’ again. How have I managed to survive twenty-seven years without havin’ a man’s tongue between my legs before now? If I had any idea how freakin’ amazin’ that was, I would’ve been more insistent with the twats I dated.

  “Open up so I can feed you my cock, sweetheart,” Mason says, snappin’ me out of my reverie.

  I blink my eyes open to find him straddlin’ my shoulders, his hard length right in front of my face, waitin’ for entry. More than ready to return the amazin’ favor and pleasure him, I do as he asks and he slips his swollen head past my lips. I run my tongue over his wet slit and hum around him in approval when I taste his salty arousal. His hips jerk in response as he pushes forward, givin’ me more of his thick shaft. When I gag on his length, his fingers start playin’ with my clit again until I’m so distracted by a loomin’ orgasm that my throat relaxes. Mason takes advantage and forces himself deeper. I suck greedily on his cock when he pulls back, and on the next thrust forward, I’m comin’ on his fingers from the multitude of sensations.

  I’ve never been tied up and had a man force himself down my throat before. It’s exciting and a little scary to know I’m at his complete mercy. He could suffocate me on his steel length if he wanted, and there’s nothin’ I could do about it. But I know Mason won’t give me more than I can take. I trust him, and in exchange for that trust, he doesn’t stop takin’ care of me, teasin’ my pussy even when his breathin’ turns ragged and he overflows with the salty flavor because he’s so close to finishin’. I want more of him. I want to make him lose control.

  “Fuck, Hailey. That’s it, suck me harder, sweetheart. You want me to come down your throat?” he asks as he holds onto the headboard with one hand like he’s a cowboy on a bucking bronco. Mason rolls his sculpted hips faster and faster, fuckin’ my mouth with his knees braced on either side of my head. Starin’ up at the flexin’ motion of all the muscles in his upper body…God, he is so freakin’ sexy. His other hand is still between my legs workin’ me into another frenzy when I nod my approval for him to finish in my mouth.

  “Fuck, I’m so damn close,” he warns, movin’ in and out between my lips with quicker, shallower thrusts. “Ah, that’s it. That’s…Ahhh fuck yes!” Grabbin’ the back of my head for the first time, he stills deep in my throat as far as he can go. He curses in nonsensical phrases and his body shudders above me as I swallow the warm pulses of his thick release. Seein’ him come apart has me followin’ with another burst of pleasure, clampin’ my thighs together tightly when his fingers moves faster and faster until we both come down from the clouds.

  Mason slowly withdraws his cock from my mouth and then falls over onto the mattress next to me. The sounds of our heavy breathin’ is loud in the quiet room. Eventually he reaches up to untie my hands from the headboard. Job finished, he flops back to the same spot beside me and pulls me over onto his sweaty chest.

  “That was one of the most fucktastic things I’ve ever done,” he says, makin’ me giggle.

  “I’m soakin’ wet,” I tell him, reachin’ down to shimmy my panties the rest of the way off since there’s no reason to pull them back on now. I kick off my heels while I’m at it.

  “Damn right,” Mason replies. “And I’m still hungry.”

  “No way,” I say with a shake of my head.

  “Don’t even think of closing down the all night pussy buffet. I told you I wouldn’t stop until you begged me to.” Before I can say anythin’ else, he grabs my thighs and hefts my body up his until my pussy is sittin’ on his face and his tongue is flutterin’ between my sopping thighs. Of course I’ve never been in this position before, and it’s so freakin’ naughty that I try to get away. Instead of gettin’ free, Mason presses my pussy down on his mouth even harder, to the point I have to be suffocatin’ him with his nose and mouth buried between my overly plump thighs. My protests abruptly die down when he swirls his tongue over my clit and plunges two fingers deep into my pussy. I whimper in need when my hips start gyratin’ on their own, desperate to feel those wonderful tremors rock through my body again. Mason gives me the pleasurable earthquakes again and again, until I sob out my plea for him to quit because I can’t take another second of the incredible feelin’.

  “Now that’s what I’m talking about,” Mason says when he surfaces for oxygen again. “I could eat your pussy all day and night and never get enough.”

  But apparently, he won’t fuck me.

  Too exhausted to climb off him, I simply slide down his sweat slick body until we’re face-to-face instead of pussy-to-face. I’m met with his wide grin that’s still glistenin’ with my arousal.

  “You’re a messy eater,” I tease him.

  “It was a damn fine, finger licking good meal.” He chuckles. “Here, taste how fucking sweet you are.” He grabs the back of my head and pulls my lips down to his while I laugh and try to resist his hold. Mason succeeds in yankin’ my hair-tie out so that my hair falls down around my shoulders, but he’s unable to get my mouth down to his in this position. Not givin’ up, he easily flips us over so that I’m on my back and can’t prevent him from kissin’ me as I squirm and giggle underneath his big, strong body.

  Realizin’ my protests are futile, I finally relax and kiss him back, tastin’ myself on him. Mason never lets up. His tongue invades my mouth just as eagerly and hungry as it was in my pussy. The reminder has me meltin’ underneath his incredibly sexy nakedness, wrappin’ my arms around his neck to keep him right where he is.

  Most guys only kiss as a precursor to sex or for a few required seconds post-coital to appease us women, so I assume Mason will be the same. Once again, he proves me wrong. He just…kisses me, even though I feel his hard length between my bare legs. I keep waitin’ for him to put on a condom and slide his cock right into my hot and ready pussy. But he doesn’t. His hands even refuse to grope my breasts or ass. He just keeps his fingers threaded in my hair, and the other hand graspin’ my outer thigh, holdin’ it up on his hip.

  Unlike earlier with Senn, this kiss with Mason has me ready to beg him to take it further. I know without even askin’ that he won’t for whatever reason. So what do I do? I wiggle underneath him, tryin’ my best to get him all worked up.

  I gasp into his mouth when his palm suddenly swats the side of my thigh. “Quit trying to slip it in,” he says against my lips with a smile before he goes back to tongue fuckin’ me. He’s so freakin’ infuriatin’, and God he’s so damn hot, holdin’ me down underneath his muscular body while his talented, wet tongue teases me with the same type of penetration I’m desperate to have fill my clenchin’ emptiness with his cock.

  Later, after what feels like hours, he starts makin’ these sounds in my mouth, primal grunts and groans that are about to make me lose my mind. When he can no longer hold his body still on mine, his cock finally starts rammin’ the outside of my weepin’ pussy, seekin’ entrance, I want to cry out in triumph because I’m about to get what I’ve been so desperate for. My breathin’ accelerates right with his. I spread my legs wider and lift my hips to try to help him hit the bullseye while our mouths stay latched in the longest kiss in all of history.

  Unable to wait any longer, I reach down and grab his cock to guide him inside me, because if he doesn’t fuck me in the next five seconds I really might die from lack of orgasm. Before I get him in, he wraps his own hand around mine and then he’s squeezin’ and pumpin’ so that we’re both strokin’ his cock until wetness coats my stomach.

  Oh you’ve got to be fuckin’ kiddin’ me!

  “Well,” Mason pulls back, stoppin’ the kiss that I thought would never end. “That was…unexpected.”

  I give him a raised eyebrow look that says he’s left me sexually frustrated and better have plans to do somethin’ about it very soon.

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nbsp; “Okay, okay. I’ll be right back, you greedy girl,” he mutters with a wide grin when he climbs off me and heads into the bathroom. I yank my stupid dress over my head since it’s bunched up under my arms and aggravatin’ me, just like the man in the bathroom. Rollin’ over I look to see what time it is on the alarm clock, tryin’ to figure out just how long we’ve been goin’ at it. Eleven-thirty! Jesus. That means we’ve been in here makin’ out for almost four hours non-stop, beating my prior record of making out by about um, three and a half hours.

  When Mason returns, I continue to give him the evil eye while he simultaneously sings the chorus of 50 Cent’s “Candy Shop” and wipes off the mess from my stomach with a warm washcloth. I’m so distracted I don’t even notice what else he brought with him until I hear the buzzin’.

  “Where did you get that?” I ask, sittin’ up straight when I realize he turned on my pink rabbit vibrator.

  “It was in your bag in the bathroom,” he says with an amused smile before turnin’ it off again. “Now spread your legs so I can fuck you with it. It’s not as big as mine but it does have me beat with the clit ticklers and whole ability to vibrate thing.”

  Oh my God. He not only found my sex toy, but he plans to use it on me. I’ve never been so embarrassed. Yes, I’m a single girl, and even when I’m not, most of my past lovers haven’t been able to make me come durin’ sex. A release is somethin’ I need to be able to give myself occasionally.

  “No, that’s okay,” I tell him, clampin’ my thighs together.

  “I am gonna fuck you with this dildo, Hailey,” he says when he climbs back up on the bed, stretchin’ out next to me. “Now, do you wanna be tied up again or do you want to have your hands free?”

  My mouth falls open in shock at his question and no words come out.

  “Oh, sweetheart. I should’ve known that a control freak like you would really like being restrained.” He chuckles after makin’ it a statement not a question. “Hasn’t anyone ever done that to you before now?”

  I shake my head, still unable to form words.

  “Good thing I’m a fucking sexpert,” he says, to which I roll my eyes but can’t actually deny. “Now I’m gonna make you come so hard it’ll be lights out for you tonight.” Leanin’ down, he brushes his lips lightly over mine before he says, “Goodnight, sweetheart. You give amazing head by the way. I’ll be coming for months on the memories of your mouth on my cock alone.”

  Before I can digest all that information, the rabbit roars to life again and then Mason moves so fast I don’t have time to react. Both of my wrists are held tightly in one of his hands above my head. While I’m testin’ his very strong hold, the cool rubber shaft starts fillin’ my pussy up slowly before it’s withdrawn and the motion repeated. All the air rushes out of my lungs as I squirm at the pleasurable vibratin’ sensation on my still sensitive clit. God he’s right, bein’ held down while he fucks me with my own sex toy makes it feel even better than all the times I’ve used it in the past. I’m already on the edge of my release, especially after the hours of foreplay where all he did was kiss me. This is what I wanted and need, a cock stretchin’ me, fuckin’ me so good. But I would rather have his.

  My eyes close as my hips lift to meet his thrusts of the replica cock. When I open them again, I keep my gaze on Mason’s that is watchin’ me, alternating starin’ between my legs and my face. I arch my back and thrust my breasts up to tease him as I get fucked, not holdin’ back any sounds of pleasure. Mason’s eyes darken to army green, and I hope I’m drivin’ him crazy thinkin’ about what he’s missin’ by not fuckin’ me with his own cock.

  “Harder, Mason,” I say between pants and I’m rewarded with his groan. Stretchin’ his body out on top of mine, his hand keeps holdin’ mine hostage while he does as I ask with the rubber cock. His open mouth kisses down my neck and over the exposed tops of my breasts are what finally break me apart. I cry out, havin’ no clue what I’m sayin’ since I’m too lost to the waves of bliss he’s managed to whip up inside me. God that was good. So freakin’ good.

  With one last sigh, my body relaxes and sleep tries to take me under even though I’m not quite ready.

  “Hey, Mason?” I slur drowsily, unable to open my eyes.

  “Yeah, sweetheart,” he responds and I can hear the smile in his voice as he smooths the sweaty hair back from my face.

  “Did you really remember me…you know…from the Macy’s ad?”

  “Yeah, I remembered you,” he answers softly. “I think your hair was lighter, and definitely shorter, like right over your shoulders.” My breath catches because there’s no way he would know all that, or be able to guess it was a polka dot swimsuit, unless he actually saw a copy. “Maybe you really are the devil in a blue dress,” he adds. “And if so, I’m eternally damned.”

  “What? Why?” I ask, blinkin’ my eyes open in confusion to meet Mason’s hoverin’ above me. Leanin’ down he presses his lips lightly to my forehead before he answers.

  “Because when I was fifteen, I swore I’d sell my soul just for a chance to touch you.”

  Chapter Twelve

  Mace

  When Hailey’s eyes finally drift close and don’t reopen, I climb off her, and go into to the bathroom to clean up. Somehow, after I start the shower, I end up with another raging boner, leaving me no choice but to take care of it. Once I come quicker than ever thinking about Hailey tied up and sucking me dry, I towel off, go lock my bedroom door in case someone comes down looking for us in the morning, and then climb back in bed with Hailey.

  Still sound asleep flat on her back, I hear her lightly snoring when I pull the covers out from underneath her. She’s wearing nothing but her strapless bra, which can’t be comfortable, so I unclasp the sexy lace and ease it off. Seeing her naked for the first time is almost overwhelming. I barely refrain from turning on the overhead light to look at every inch of her that is only partially illuminated from the glow of the bathroom light. She’s so damn gorgeous. Perfect. And she has no fucking idea. At least not yet. By the end of the week maybe she will start to believe it if I tell her so enough times.

  …

  “Hailey? Um, sorry to wake you up so early, but we’ve got to be at the alteration shop for final fittings in fifteen minutes.”

  My sister’s muted voice penetrates the most awesome dream. One where a blonde goddess was naked, wrapped around me like a snuggie blanket after a night of giving each other mind-blowing orgasms.

  “Mmm. You smell good. Sunshine and leather.” I chuckle at Hailey’s softly slurred words when her nose and lips tickle my neck.

  “Hey, you really do exist,” I say to her. Pulling her closer, I wiggle down farther in the bed to feel her nipples brush against my bare chest. They’re nice, hard points, almost as hard as my cock that’s already nestled perfectly between her spread thighs since one of her legs is thrown over my hip.

  “Mason? Sorry, I thought this was Hailey’s room,” my sister says through the closed door causing my eyes to fly open. “Oh, and Linc and Senn want to know if you want to go fishing with them.”

  “Shit,” I mutter. “I better go.”

  “Mmm,” Hailey grumbles her disapproval and clutches my back to hold me to her tighter. The move inches her pussy closer to my cock. My whole body starts humming with awareness and excitement originating in the center of my body. For a brief second, I wonder if I swallowed Hailey’s vibrator last night.

  With a growl of desperation, I roll her to her back and mount her. My hand wiggles down between our bodies, getting ready to finger her pussy when there’s another knock, now sounding farther away.

  “Hailey? Sorry, but we really need to go.”

  “Fuck,” I mumble among other curses before kissing Hailey’s cheek, promising her we’ll pick things back up later, and reluctantly climbing off of her to go over to my room.

  Walking through the bathroom, I remind myself that I love my sister and she’s all the family I have left. If she’d been anyone else, I
would’ve ignored them, covered Hailey’s mouth with my hand, and then fucked her silly while they waited outside the damn door.

  No, no, no. I facepalm myself. I am not going to fuck her. Really, I should thank my sister for interrupting and preventing me from doing something so stupid. Although, right this second, with all my blood rushing to my cock, fucking Hailey doesn’t seem the least bit stupid.

  Back in my room, I have nothing lying around to put on other than wet boardshorts, so I have to dig through my duffle in the closet to find a pair of cargo shorts. After they’re on and zipped, my erection finally ebbing, I unlock the door and yank it open.

  “Oh, this…this is your room? But I thought I heard…” Claire’s light blue eyes go wide when she looks back and forth from my room to the one with a closed door on the other side of the living room.

  “I’m up. I heard you loud and clear,” I tell her, hanging on the door to keep me upright. “Fishing. Sounds fucking awesome. Can’t wait.”

  “Yeah, I can tell. Don’t be a grouch, Mason,” she warns. “It’s almost noon, so it was time for you to get your lazy butt up anyway.”

  “Sorry, I didn’t know it was so late,” I tell her honestly.

  “Yeah, it is. What were you doing last night that kept you up?” she asks with a raised eyebrow. A knowing smirk and raised eyebrow. Shit.

  “I drank too much,” I lie while reaching up to rub the sleep from my eyes.

  “I didn’t see you drink anything, and I was paying attention since you’re not legal and all,” she rebukes my story, crossing her arms over the chest of her long black, hippie dress.

  “I had a stash of Jack down here that you didn’t know about, sis. Mind your own damn business,” I warn, shoving my fingers through my bedhead.