Mean Machine

by Joanna Blake

  “Mason? What are you doing?”

  I let go of her and grit my teeth. My cock was pulsing with need and I hadn’t even kissed her yet.

  Yet.

  “What the hell are you doing?”

  She frowned, looking confused.

  “Going to a party?”

  “Not dressed like that you’re not.”

  That set her off. She crossed her arms over her generous chest, which only made her cleavage deeper. I licked my lips as she lifted her chin to glare at me. Dear lord, she looked even prettier than usual when she was mad.

  “Oh really? Are you my father now?”

  “What? No, of course not. But you are not stepping foot in there.”

  “Kelly invited me. Not you.”

  I ran my hand through my hair, not sure why I was having such a hard time telling her what needed to happen.

  “I’ll take you home. You can change. And then we’ll come back.”

  “Don’t be ridiculous, it’s twenty minutes away!”

  “You are the one who looks ridiculous!”

  She froze, her pretty lips parted in surprise. Then her eyes darted away. But not before I saw the hurt I’d caused.

  “I’m sorry if I embarrassed you with my clothes but you are the one who bought them for me!”

  “Michelle! Wait just a minute.”

  The door slammed in my face.

  “That didn’t go so well.”

  Connor’s smirking face appeared in the kitchen window.

  “Shut up.”

  “Oh, you are bossy today! Why so cranky, Mase?”

  His mocking tone was grating on my nerves.

  “That woman will be the death of me.”

  He laughed.

  “Probably. I’m guessing she just wants your attention.”

  I stared at him, things clicking into place. She was… flirting? She had dressed like that for me?

  Maybe she was lonely too. Maybe she needed a man. I grimaced, realizing how many men would line up for that sort of opportunity. I exhaled and made a decision.

  If Michelle had an itch that needed scratching, then I damn well was going to be the one to scratch it. Not one of these jokers. I’d give her whatever she wanted and make sure she knew I wouldn’t expect her to do anything more than that.

  She would stay with me, in whatever damn bed she wanted!

  Including mine.

  I clenched my jaw in determination and opened the screen door.

  Just in time to watch as three different men closed in on her offering drinks.

  Chapter Twenty-Six

  Michelle

  “Refill?”

  I looked at the empty glass in my hand. It had been full of soda water and tequila a minute ago. Now a lemon slice sat in the bottom of the glass, all alone.

  I didn’t drink often, but whatever I was drinking tonight was going down easy.

  “Oh, that went fast.”

  Dave grinned, flashing perfectly straight, Chiclet white teeth.

  He was cute, and seemed nice, but he didn’t do it for me.

  Only one man had since I went out on my own.

  I caught Mason’s eye from across the room. He was leaning against the wall with his arms crossed. Not talking to anyone. Just… staring.

  At me.

  I felt a shiver go through me as Dave wandered off with my drink. Fred took his place, smiling and charming me as best he could. I laughed, because he was silly, but not to encourage him. He didn’t need any encouragement. Not one of the single men at the party did.

  My plan had worked, just with all the wrong men.

  I sighed, realizing I had waved a red flag at a room full of raging bulls. Meanwhile, all I’d done is piss Mason off. He thought I looked ridiculous, which made me want to crawl into a hole and hide.

  But I was here and I wasn’t backing down. If he didn’t want me, then so be it. But I wasn’t going to let him see me cry about it!

  I let out a shaky breath. Dave was back quickly with my drink. I thanked him and took a big sip. I could barely pay attention when they tried to engage me in conversation.

  “Excuse me, please.”

  I ran for the bathroom, the second half of my drink sloshing in the glass. I set it on the counter and stared at myself in the mirror.

  I heard a knock.

  “Just… just a minute!”

  I tried to make myself sound normal. But I wasn’t normal. I was tipsy, which was rare for me. And I was on the verge of tears.

  I spun when I heard the door open.

  “I said I’d be out in a minute!”

  Mason was slipping inside, and locking the door behind him. My mouth opened in surprise.

  “What are you doing?”

  He took a step towards me. Then another. Until he was flush against me, my back pressing into the countertop behind me.

  I lifted my chin.

  “Are you going to tell me I look ridiculous again?”

  His thumb came up and brushed my bottom lip. He was staring at my mouth in a way that made my insides flutter. But I wouldn’t be charmed into forgetting what an ass he was being!

  “No.”

  “Well, that’s a relief. I was thinking I should try and find a clown nose or—”

  His mouth came crashing down on mine. I froze for a split second, surprised as hell. I realized my plan must have worked and melted into him. He cradled my head tenderly in his hands, slanting his mouth over mine this way and that.

  His hands were gentle but his mouth was… not.

  I felt like I was being eaten, but it didn’t hurt. Like I was being absorbed, but I could still feel everything. That’s how insistent he was. How close. Everything he did was try and get closer.

  Finally, he tore his lips away. He didn’t move away this time though. I could feel his arousal pressing against my belly. It was big and hard and burning into me where it pushed against me eagerly.

  He was brazen. He was not pulling back this time. He was… not pulling back.

  “You don’t look ridiculous. I’m the one who is ridiculous.”

  “No. You’re not.”

  “Yes, I am. I’ve been afraid…”

  “You? Afraid? I don’t believe it.”

  He nodded solemnly.

  “I was. I didn’t think I was good enough for you.”

  “But, you are!”

  “No, I’m not. But I don’t care anymore. I can’t do the noble thing. I’m weak when it comes to you.”

  I drew in a breath. I was afraid to hope. Afraid to let my feelings show.

  “What does that mean?”

  “It means, Paton has that room all to herself.”

  My eyes got wide. It was one thing to give us a place to crash. It was something else entirely to start a relationship by sharing a bed.

  “Are you sure, Mason? Maybe we should just… date first.”

  He shook his head.

  “I’m all in, or all out. I can’t wait for you any more. I’m taking you home right now. Kelly and Cass will both be here tonight. They already made a bed up for Paton.”

  Oh. My.

  He’d really thought this through. It wasn’t just the miniskirt. Wasn’t just sex.

  He wanted me.

  “You really want this? With me?”

  “You have no idea how badly. I’ve been fighting this from the moment we met.”

  He smiled wryly.

  “I lost that battle.”

  I inhaled sharply as he tipped my head back and told me to open my lips. Slowly he lowered his mouth to mine and kissed me firmly. He slid his tongue into my mouth and I shivered with pleasure.

  “Cold?”

  His eyes were laughing but warm with desire. I had to laugh. I was a little bit chilly.

  “Is it okay if Pate stays here tonight? Kelly already made up the trundle.”

  I stared at him.

  His fingertips traced my collarbone. I was having trouble focusing on what he was saying. I tried to conce
ntrate but his touch was too distracting. His fingertips sent shivers coursing through me in every direction.

  But they all ended up in the same place.

  “Why?”

  “I thought we could be alone tonight.”

  “Oh.” I bit my lip, my whole body alight. “You want to be alone with me?”

  “Yes. I’m tired of pussyfooting around. I want you in my bed tonight. And I want to be loud.”

  My knees got weak and he caught me, his arm pressed against my lower back.

  Oh my.

  “There are things I want to do… well, we can always be quiet. But tonight I thought we could take the night off from being good.”

  My mouth felt dry so I licked my lips without thinking. He smiled knowingly when I did that.

  “So what do you say, Michelle? Do you want to be bad with me?”

  I nodded, not trusting myself to speak.

  “That’s good, honey. That’s real good.”

  And then he scooped me up into his arms and carried me through the party. Everyone gawked at us, except Kelly who gave me a furtive thumbs up. But I didn’t care about the stares.

  Mason wanted me.

  Chapter Twenty-Seven

  Mason

  We got into the house, but barely. We didn’t make it farther than the kitchen. I shrugged my jacket off as our tongues tangled, slamming into a wall while I tried to get her top off.

  The bow was tight… dammit.

  I broke off the kiss to work on it. The sound of our ragged breathing was the only noise in the house. Even the dog knew better than to interrupt me now.

  “Mason?”

  “Hmmm?”

  I was completely focused on that ribbon, and getting to see what was under her clothes.

  “I haven’t really… done this before.”

  I raised an eyebrow, still working at the laces in her corset.

  “How’d you get Paton, exactly?” I asked in a teasing tone.

  She laughed breathily.

  “No, I mean… well, we only did it twice. And I haven’t… since then.”

  I stopped what I was doing, staring at her. The graceful column of her throat was so elegant. Her profile was as lovely as a marble statue carved by Michelangelo. She was perfect.

  And… she hadn’t been with anyone in all this time?

  It was a travesty. But it was also a goddamn miracle.

  Mine. She really was all mine.

  Fierce possessiveness came over me, turning me into the caveman I wanted to be. I lifted her so her ass was on the kitchen counter and spread her legs so I could settle between them.

  Not a complete innocent, but close.

  She did look more than a little bit shocked.

  Damn, the girl was practically a virgin.

  “You and me, we’re born again virgins.”

  I brushed her cheek softly. I knew I should be gentle. I knew there was no way in hell I was actually going to be gentle.

  “Once I start, I might not be able to stop.” I tried to smile but it was too painful. I was holding back with everything I had. “I might be too rough.”

  She swallowed and glanced away. My stomach tightened up. Then she nodded to herself and slid her arms around my neck.

  “Good. I don’t want you to stop.”

  With a moan I sunk between her thighs and gripped her head, kissing her deeply. My tongue was deep inside her mouth seeking and stroking, my hands were on her ass and my cock was burning a hole in my jeans.

  “Fuck, I can’t wait…”

  I reached for her panties and tugged them down. Holding her legs open I lowered myself to my knees and pushed her skirt up.

  Jesus, she looked good.

  Her soft petals were slightly parted and begging for my lips and tongue. She gasped as I dove in, my tongue lapping her outer lips while she wiggled. I had a feeling this might be another first for her and I wanted it to count.

  Plus, I was worried I would hurt her. I was a big guy and even bigger where it counted. She had to be ready. She had to come first.

  I hoped like hell I could make her come.

  I put my fingers to work, strumming her sweet little clit as I pushed my tongue inside her. She was making sexy little surprised sounds. Yeah, I was pretty sure I had shocked her.

  I was all over her. I’d never been so eager to do something like this to a woman. But with her?

  I could do it for days with a smile on my face.

  I switched tactics, pulling her clit into my mouth and beating my tongue against it. Her fingers threaded through my hair and I knew I was onto something. I carefully slid a finger inside her and moaned at the tight, slick feel of her.

  She was so tight… I had no idea if I was going to fit. I grunted at the thought of that silkiness wrapped around my aching cock.

  I strummed my tongue against her clit even faster and added a second finger, stretching her slightly. That’s when I felt the first flutter.

  “Mason!”

  “Hmmm…”

  I didn’t stop. She was close. I could feel it.

  And then it happened.

  She opened like a flower, allowing my fingers deeper. I hooked them to press against her g-spot and she screamed.

  Oh yeah, she was coming. Hard.

  I didn’t ease up. I needed her soft and pliant. I knew there was no way we were making it to the bed. I looked up and saw a beautiful sight. Michelle’s eyes were closed and her head was thrown back. She was visibly shaking from the force of her orgasm.

  And she looked fucking incredible with her skirt hoisted around her waist and her tits pushed up over her top. I wanted them completely bare but there was no time. I had to get inside her.

  Right fucking now.

  I stood and got my cock out as quickly as humanly possible. I pointed it down, rubbing it against her. We were both clothed except for the important parts. It was somehow even more filthy than being completely fucking naked.

  Her face was beautiful. Peaceful. Satisfied. I’d done that to her.

  And I was about to do a whole lot more.

  I gripped her hip with one hand and guided my cock inside her. We both moaned in unison as the tip of my cock stretched her wide. I breathed out slowly as I began the agonizing process of opening her up.

  I didn’t want to hurt her. I couldn’t bear it if I caused her any pain. Not even a little bit.

  She was ready for me, I knew. She wanted this. But I had what had been called a horse dick by anybody who saw it.

  I was less than halfway in and already sweating from the effort it took to hold back. She moaned softly and I jerked, my cock lurching forward on its own. I slid in just a tiny bit more, watching her carefully for signs that I was hurting her.

  I was tall and broad and my cock was too. I was careful as fuck as I gritted my teeth and started to saw my shaft in and out of her hot, tight pussy.

  Mother of God she felt good!

  I groaned and eased in a bit further. I stared down at our bodies where they joined and decided a little clit rubbing was called for. The moment I touched her, she started to come all over my cock.

  I slid in a little further.

  “Christ… fuck, Michelle you feel so good.”

  “Hmmmm… ah ah ah ah ahhhh!”

  “That’s it baby. Come for me.”

  I didn’t recognize my voice. It was even lower and more gravelly than usual. I was deep and getting deeper as her pussy gripped my cock and pulled it further inside her.

  It was a goddamn dick massage and nothing had ever felt better in my entire life. This was it. The actual pinnacle of my entire human experience.

  And I wasn’t even halfway inside her yet.

  “Mason… I want…”

  “What do you want?”

  “Ohhhh… hmmm… more.”

  With a curse I pushed forward, feeling her welcome me in. I couldn’t fucking move for a minute. It felt too good.

  And then I went wild. Long, slow, delicious strokes.
I hit all the bells and whistles. I dipped my hips and brought them up, smoothly fucking her with a rhythm as old as time.

  She was mine. Mine. Mine. Mine.

  With each thrust I heard the word.

  “Tell me you’re mine.”

  “I am. Ohhh God… I’m yours.”

  With a roar I stopped fighting my release. She was mine. She would be sleeping in my bed from now on. I could claim her now and then we could do this all over again.

  Naked. On the bed.

  With blankets and pillows and me less likely to blow.

  I growled like a bear as my whole body took off like a rocket. My come felt like it was lightning hot as it shot out of my cock, sending spirals of pleasure all the way to my fucking toes.

  Holy shit, that was intense. I bucked my hips as another wave hit me. It was already the longest, biggest, most spectacular orgasm of my life.

  And it wasn’t over yet.

  Michelle had come with me but she hadn’t peaked yet. Her orgasm was still going strong, rolling over my cock in delicious waves. It almost hurt, she was squeezing me so hard. I held her up as her whole body convulsed.

  “That’s it. I got you. Fucking reach for it, honey.”

  She let out a scream as she peaked, her fingernails digging into my shoulders. I grinned. I hoped to have claw marks up and down my back by morning.

  I brushed her hair away from her beautiful face as she trembled in my arms. The most intense and amazing sex of my life and we both had our damn clothes on!

  “My God, woman. You are incredible.”

  She was trying to catch her breath. I didn’t want to leave her but I realized I should probably pull out. I did it really slow and noticed something crazy.

  My cock hadn’t really softened at all. In fact, it felt like it had grown another damn inch!

  “Jesus, Michelle. What are you doing to me?”

  “Did I do something wrong?”

  I took her face in my hands and kissed her hard and fast.

  “Christ, no woman. I’m still hard.”

  She blushed and looked away. She was so sweet and natural I’d forgotten how inexperienced she was.

  “Oh. Is that good?”

  I laughed and lifted her into my arms. My cock was still out but I didn’t fucking care. I carried her down the hallway to our bed.