The Cocky Cage Fighter Six Book Box Set

by Lane Hart

  “Money doesn’t buy everything,” Jude quickly points out.

  “No, but it buys a whole helluva lot when you’ve never had anything.”

  That’s it then. As if I need one more reason not to start anything with Mason, I can’t and won’t let him throw away his future for me. Am I still gonna try to fuck him tonight? Hell yes. Because in a few days, I’ll be hundreds of miles away from him and no one but our family and friends will ever know the two of us had a few stolen nights together.

  Chapter Fourteen

  Hailey

  Dancin’ is great exercise. So what if I’m sweatin’ like a pig? I’m burnin’ a ton of calories and I’m havin’ fun with the weddin’ party at the small, mostly empty nightclub. I like Kylie and all, but if she doesn’t get her ginger ass off Mason’s crotch, I will claw her eyeballs out.

  There’s nothing but dancin’ goin on between the two, not even really dirty dancin’, but that doesn’t mean I’m not jealous. I want it to be my ass grindin’ on his cock until he can’t take anymore and hauls me off to fuck me out back. Which is stupid. Even knowin’ what I do about his…harem, I still want him, at least for this one week. We could have a hot little fling, and then no harm, no foul on his MMA career. Besides, it’s not like he would ever want more than another fuck buddy.

  It doesn’t help that tonight I am strung really freakin’ tight. The flutterin’ pressure in my lower belly is almost more than I can take just seein’ Mason’s wide shoulders and broad chest in his fitted black dress shirt, rolled up to his elbows, tucked into gray dress pants. Thinkin’ about gettin’ him out of those clothes and havin’ a repeat of last night when we get back to our basement later…I’m ready to combust. It probably won’t take but a single touch of his fingertip or tongue to my clit and I’ll come like a freight train.

  When a thick arm bands tightly around where the warm pleasure is coiled, I moan in need. My head falls back against a strong shoulder when I feel the hard cock I’ve been cravin’ in the crease of my ass.

  “Goddamn, you’re sexy, Hales,” Senn says against my ear, and my eyes fly open realizin’ he’s not who I thought he was. Nope, who I thought he was is actually across the dance floor, glarin’ at Senn with narrowed eyes like he would like nothin’ more than to punch him in the face. I consider steppin’ away from Senn’s grasp but change my mind. We’re just dancin’, no different than what Mason has been doin’ with Kylie.

  “Stay with me tonight. You know it’ll be so fuckin’ good, just like last time,” Senn tells me. I’m pretty sure Mason is not sayin’ any such thing to Kylie. Or at least I hope not. When I feel Senn’s free hand trailin’ up between my legs, underneath my short, sparkly silver dress, I spin around and grab his wrist to halt his progress.

  “Stop that. We’re in public,” I warn Senn, lookin’ up at his wicked smile. When I let him go, his hands move lower to rest on my ass cheeks, apparently not carin’ who sees. I reach down to raise them to the back of my waist. Oh, and his cock is swellin’ to epic proportions against my stomach that’s still sensitive and needy. I gasp at the increasin’ pressure, which only encourages Senn to grind himself into me harder.

  “Then let’s get the fuck out of here. Now. I need you. Can’t you feel how much?” he leans down against my ear and asks, and I get a whiff of alcohol on his breath. “Everyone’s here or asleep, so we could get in the pool…”

  I shake my head, tryin’ to clear the memories of Senn fuckin’ me against the pool wall before I consider doin’ somethin’ so stupid again. About that time, I see movement from the corner of my eye. I look over and realize Mason’s headin’ over to us with a murderous glare. Oh no!

  “I, ah, need to go to the bathroom,” I tell Senn before peelin’ myself out of his grasp and makin’ a beeline down the club’s dark hallway that hopefully leads to the ladies’ room. Thankfully, it does. The heavy bathroom door barely shuts before it opens again behind me. I’m afraid to turn around in case it’s who I think it is, never respectin’ the privacy of a woman’s restroom. I step quickly into a stall, but before I get the latch turned, he’s pushin’ the door open, bargin’ into the small space with me. I look up to yell at him to get out, but the expression on his face stops me. Mason’s jaw is clenched tight and his green, absent of gold, eyes are burnin’ like he’s in pure agony, as if he’s bein’ tortured.

  The next thing I know he’s grabbin’ my hips, spinnin’ me around and slammin’ me against the bathroom door. An instant later, his mouth crashes down, claimin’ mine in a possessive, urgent kiss. His probin’ tongue forces my head to fall back on the painted metal while his big, hard body is plastered to mine. Suddenly, I can’t get enough. My pussy has its own out of control, racing heartbeat, makin’ me pant for more contact than the occasional graze of his bulge. I need Mason’s fingers, tongue or cock between my legs. Now.

  He swallows my hungry moans when this overwhelming…desperation I’ve never felt before has me shovin’ my fingers roughly through his hair and holdin’ his mouth down on mine, silently beggin’ him not to stop. My tongue strokes his insistently, demandin’ he fill me with somethin’.

  Mason grunts what sounds like his approval or understanding because he finally gives me what I want. His massive hand lifts my leg for me to wrap it around his hip while his other cups my pussy through my thong panties. As soon as he grinds the heel of his hand against my clit, the dam explodes.

  When the rapture can no longer be contained inside me, my lips wrench themselves from his to cry out.

  “You are so fucking sexy riding my hand,” Mason whispers against my ear.

  “Ohhh! Oh God!” Wave after wave of ecstasy rolls through me, causin’ my hips to rock uncontrollably. The door behind me shakes on its hinges as my arousal floods my panties.

  “Fuck, you’re dripping wet,” Mason whispers against my ear when he notices the dampness. His long fingers maneuver their way underneath the black, lace fabric. “This is mine,” he growls, pushin’ two thick digits inside me so forcefully I gasp in pleasure and go up on the toes of my one heel that is still touchin’ the ground. “If I see his hand up your skirt again, I will snap it off and beat him with it, and I don’t give a shit who finds out about us.”

  “Yes!” I moan as my eyes close in bliss when he starts fuckin’ me with his fingers.

  “You come for me and only me,” he says next to my ear. “Do you hear me, Hailey?”

  What was the question? I’m so busy ridin’ his hand that I can’t remember. Mason lets go of my thigh and grips my chin, anglin’ my head up. When his hand ceases movement, and I open my eyes to complain, I’m lookin’ straight up into his smolderin’ green ones. “Answer me, Hailey. Who do you fucking come for?” he asks.

  “Don’t stop,” I beg him, reachin’ down to cover his hand with my own to get it movin’ inside me again. “You. Only you make me feel so good, Mason.”

  “Goddamn right,” he replies. “He better not lay a fucking finger on my Butterfinger.”

  Mmm, crispy peanut butter and chocolate.

  Wait, what? Random candy bar remark aside, he doesn’t want Senn to touch me, but he has three or four girlfriends? What the hell?

  I let go of the two handfuls of his hair and push both palms against his granite chest. He barely moves an inch. Mason is at least gentlemanly enough to take his hands off me when he realizes I’m callin’ a timeout. I instantly miss those big, powerful hands inside me.

  “You okay?” he asks, gaspin’ for breath as he searches my face for an explanation of why I put on the brakes.

  “No, I’m not okay! You’re a big freakin’ hypocrite!”

  “A hypocrite?” he repeats, blinkin’ away some of the lust from his eyes.

  “Yes! You’re a hypocrite with a fuckin’ harem!” I push at his chest again after he winces on the last word, makin’ my heart sink a little in my chest.

  Lightin’ fast, Mason’s hands grab both of my wrists and hold them on the door above my head. “Hailey,” he
starts, his mouth so close I can feel his breath on my cheek. There’s not even a trace of alcohol, only the scent of minty freshness when he sighs. “Yes, I’ve been dating a few women. I told you that the first day we met.”

  “How many?” I ask. Thinkin’ back, now I remember that I asked him this question before and he dodged it.

  When he drops his forehead to mine, I know I’m not gonna like the answer.

  “Four.”

  “Four,” I repeat softly at the same time my shoulders sag and my eyes start to burn. He’s not with one other woman but four. That number…it’s mind bogglin’ to me. Is doesn’t seem…safe. Does he use protection? Claire said he’s not cheatin’ on them, and that they all know about each other, but I’m bettin’ they don’t know about me.

  “Don’t,” he says, buryin’ his face in my neck. “Don’t pull away from me.”

  “Mason,” I start, blinking away tears and shakin’ my head in disbelief. I’m in a bathroom stall with him, this boy who can’t even legally drink yet and is involved with so many women…What am I thinkin’?

  “Just say the word, Hailey, and it’s only me and you. Because even though I love being with them, no one has ever made me half as crazy as you-”

  I interrupt him with my scoff. I make him crazy? That’s not exactly a compliment. And like he could ever really just stop seein’ all those girls after we’ve only known each other for three days! He just admitted that he loves bein’ with them, so I’m not sure which is more disturbin’, if he’s lyin’ or if he’s actually tellin’ the truth about givin’ them up for me.

  “Crazy in a good way!” he exclaims right as the bathroom door opens, alertin’ us to the fact that we’re no longer alone. Mason freezes for a second before he grips both of my wrists in one of his massive hands so he can sneak the other up the back of my dress. “Don’t I at least make you…a little crazy, too?” he whispers against my ear. Then he doesn’t fight fair when he places open mouth kisses down my exposed neck and inches his hand north until it cups my entire ass cheek.

  “I-I-I can’t think when you do that,” I stutter quietly. Contradictin’ myself, I throw my head back to give him better access to my neck, encouragin’ his mouth to keep goin’.

  “Then don’t think,” he says, squeezin’ the handful of my ass when the toilet in the stall next to us flushes. “Do you want me to stop?” he asks, and then he raises the hem of my short dress before I answer because he already knows the answer.

  “No,” I admit. The word barely leaves my mouth before he yanks my panties down my legs and cups my still swollen and throbbin’ pussy. I cry out and writhe against the door, not carin’ who might hear me.

  “Do you want me to lick your pussy?” he asks in a soft, barely audible whisper against my ear. Like there is ever more than one response to that particular question. Mason lightly trails one gentle fingertip through my wet folds, mimickin’ the sensation of his wonderful tongue.

  “Mmm,” I shiver and moan my affirmative response.

  “Has he ever gone down on you?”

  I’m so high on the bliss of the buildin’ pressure that it takes me a minute to figure out which he he’s referrin’ to. But the answer is the same no matter who the he is.

  “No. Never. Only you.”

  After the bathroom door opens and quickly closes, tellin’ us we’re alone again, Mason sinks to his knees in front of me, and doesn’t waste any time buryin’ his head between my wet thighs.

  I don’t resist or say a word to halt him because I’m instantly catapulted to another galaxy as soon as his tongue touches my pussy. In this moment, there’s nothin’ I wouldn’t let him do to me. He has me pliant and desperate for the phenomenal frenzy I know only he can give me. It no longer feels like we’re a few inches away from a grimy toilet. It’s more like we’re in our own little passionate world of pleasure. Nothing else matters.

  When his tongue quickly flicks over and over again on my clit, my knees go so weak my palms slam against the sides of the stall to hold my body up. Grabbin’ the back of my thighs in an almost painful grip, Mason is somehow able to lift my feet completely off the ground, bracin’ my back against the door to find a better angle to fuck me with his tongue.

  “Ah! Ah God yes!” I scream louder as he takes me higher. There’s a finger or two in my pussy, and I’m pretty sure one is real close to invadin’ my ass. That shouldn’t feel as good as it does, should it? I vaguely hear the bathroom door open and close again, but then I’m fallin’ headfirst into the best, most intense orgasm ever. I don’t give a flyin’ fuck about anythin’ else in the whole world when my entire body starts to shake uncontrollably.

  Embarrassingly enough, when I descend from orgasm heaven, I realize I’m actually grindin’ down harder to get more of the strange and erotic feeling in that forbidden place. “Yesss!” I sob so deeply that I don’t even recognize my own voice. The world seems to tilt, and then I’m slammed face first against the door. Mason tugs my hips back in his strong grip and… “Ahhh!” His tongue…is in my…in my…oh God…is he really? “Yes!” The crazy man is on his knees, tongue fuckin’ my backdoor, and it is hot and so wrong and…and…a-fuckin’-mazin’. I don’t dare stop him. Instead, I shamelessly push my hips back against his mouth for more, while my face presses against the door. When he slips first one finger and then another into the wetness he’s created, scissorin’ them wide apart to stretch me, my lower belly quivers because I know exactly what he has in mind. I want it, even if it’s a little scary because his cock is so much bigger than his slick tongue and two fingers.

  “Please, Mason,” I beg him.

  “Are you sure you really want this?” he asks now pumpin’ three fingers inside me. When I moan and bear down on him in response, he groans; and then his massive body is off the floor, pressed against the back of mine, towerin’ above me. He grabs a handful of my ponytail and yanks on it to turn my head so he can place open mouth kisses down the back of my neck. “Am I about to go where no man has ever gone before?”

  “Y-yes.” I’d laugh at his question if I wasn’t so lost to the pleasure.

  Mason’s warm breath rushes out against my ear. “Fuck, Hailey,” he mutters. “I don’t have a condom ‘cause I wasn’t planning on this happening, but I swear to you that I’ve never not used one. I get tested and don’t ever chase waterfalls. I stick to the rivers and lakes I’m used to-”

  “I trust you.” I interrupt him when he starts ramblin’ old TLC lyrics. And for some reason, I really do believe he’s bein’ nothin’ but honest.

  Reachin’ behind me, I stroke his hard cock through the front of his pants, causin’ his hips to thrust forward into my grip. “Now shut up and fuck me,” I order him.

  “Yes, ma’am,” he replies; and as soon as I move my hand, I hear his zipper go down. That’s when a case of the nerves hits. He gave me too much time to think. Are we really gonna do this? Have I lost my mind? I actually yelp when the smooth, blunt head of his cock presses against my ass cheek, but he only lowers it to rub through the wetness from my pussy.

  “I’ll try not to hurt you,” he assures me. “Just say the word and I’ll stop.” When he pulls my hips back, I almost tell him to wait. Before I can get any words out, he pushes forward; and then the wide tip of his cock is lodged inside me. My palms smack against the door and I hear a whimperin’ sound. It takes me a minute to realize it came from me.

  Mason’s big hand covers the top of one of mine and squeezes it sweetly. He leans down next to my ear and says, “Relax, sweetheart. The worst is probably over.”

  On my exhale, he thrusts in deeper, makin’ me cry out at the combination of a slightly painful burn simultaneous to an odd sensation of pleasure.

  “Fuck, you’re tight. So good. Gotta move,” Mason gasps into my hair. “Tell me you’re okay.”

  “I’m…I’m,” I stutter over the words when he starts thrustin’ with a slow, smooth rhythm. “Ahhh,” I moan when his free hand snakes around the front of my body.
His thumb finds my clit, and two fingers pump in and out of my pussy.

  “You’re what, sweetheart?” he asks, movin’ faster, harder in and out me, in front and behind.

  “Oh God, Mason,” I groan as he fucks me within an inch of my life, fillin’ me with his cock and his fingers. He stills deep inside me, and then those long, talented fingers of his are strokin’ his length through the thin, inner layer separatin’ my pussy from his cock.

  “Fucking incredible. Love your tight ass squeezin’ my cock and your pussy ridin’ my fingers,” he tells me, placin’ wet kisses on my neck before he starts to move again, fuckin’ me so hard and good that I claw at the door where my face is plastered, tryin’ to find somethin’ to hold on to.

  “Harder. Fuck me harder,” I tell him, because I want to feel him lose control as he invades every inch of space within me. Mason slams into me so hard my pelvis, braced by his hand, rams into the door with each pump of his hips. The pressure on my clit sends me soarin’ yet again.

  “Mason! Oh God, Mason!” My orgasm is so intense, so unbelievable, that there’s nothin’ but the pulses of pleasure tightenin’ my body and then his quick pants and grunt of release against my ear before I feel the hot spray of his cum filling me up.

  “Damn,” he groans while still twitchin’ deep inside me. “You milked me dry. Best fuck…ever. Let’s go back to your room…so we can do it again.”

  “You might…have to carry me,” I warn him through the pants since my legs don’t want to hold up my weight. His strong arm bands tighter around my waist to keep me upright.

  When reality starts seepin’ back in, I begin to worry that our friends have noticed both of our long absences. Well, more specifically that Senn or Linc noticed since everyone else already knows.

  “Did Senn see you follow me in here?” I ask, and I feel Mason immediately pull his cock out. The emptiness is palpable and makes me feel…vulnerable and embarrassed about what we just did as I stand exposed with his arousal drippin’ down my backside. I hear the spin of the toilet paper holder and then Mason is cleanin’ up the mess he made on me when he says, “Nah, he was probably too busy trying to pull off a threesome.”