by Amali Rose
He kisses along my jaw and down my neck until he reaches my collarbone, and tattoo. Using his tongue, he traces along the script, I was not built to break, before softly kissing it.
“I think tongue fucking you just might be my favorite thing ever,” he whispers, drawing a low laugh from me.
“I hope you don’t think you’re finished? You made all kinds of promises that I’m expecting you to keep.”
“Get that fucking dress off now,” he growls.
I hurriedly sit up and pull my dress up over my torso, revealing my bare breasts. His eyes widen at the sight, and his hand goes straight to his cock which is still confined in denim.
“You have got to be fucking kidding me, Crazy.” His voice is pained. “You have pierced tits?” And then like a heat-seeking missile his mouth latches onto one breast, his teeth gently tugging on the barbell, while his hand finds the other, and pulls.
I fall back, overwhelmed with pleasure, and Mason is quick to continue his assault on my tits. His hands are everywhere, somehow both rough and gentle, while he uses my piercings to keep me right on the verge of coming again.
Ripping his mouth away from me, he looks at me from under his lashes. “You have the Goldilocks of tits, baby, you have no idea.”
I pick this moment to giggle for the first time in my life. “Goldilocks, huh?”
“Yep, not too big, not too small.” A lazy grin crosses his beautiful face. “Just right. And fucking pierced. You’re killing me, you know that, right?” He reaches down and twists one of my nipples, causing my breath to hitch. “I’m going to have to fuck these tits one day.”
My hand reaches out, stroking up his inked arm, teasing him with my fingernails. “What’s wrong with today?”
Leaning away, he looks at me, trying to gauge my sincerity, but I know that he’ll see nothing but desire in my eyes.
“Abso-fucking-lutely nothing.” He stands up, and reaching behind him yanks his t-shirt over his head before moving his hands to his zipper while at the same time toeing his shoes off. Everything seems to move in slow motion as I watch his fingers drag the zip down, holding my breath as I wait to get my first glimpse of the cock that gave me the best orgasm I had ever experienced. At least until about five minutes ago, that is. A magic cock and a magic tongue, it would seem I hit the jackpot with Mason Alexander.
His hands move to his hips and slowly drag the jeans down revealing a mouth-watering V that leads to a shaft that, while not even fully exposed, has my eyes widening.
When he finishes removing his pants, it’s all I can do to stop myself from jumping up and doing a happy dance. Long. Thick. Hard, and pointing straight at me, it looks like Mason has the Goldilocks of dicks. Fuck yeah, Skye is going to hear about this!
He reaches down, and a gasp escapes me as he drags three fingers through my pussy, before using my cum to lube himself up. “You get so fucking wet for me, Crazy, I love it.” Lowering himself down, he starts placing open-mouthed kisses between my breasts, his tongue tasting me, leaving a trail of wet, exposed skin.
Moving up along my body until he is straddling my chest, Mason leans down to lay a kiss on me that makes every single one of my pulse points race.
Straightening up, he caresses my breasts before taking hold of his cock and teasing the tip over my nipples, eliciting a loud moan. Placing himself between my tits, he pushes them together, creating a snug little hideaway.
“Put your hands here, and keep them pushed together. I need to fuck these tits now.” His voice is gravelly and rough, and he’s having trouble getting the words out.
We move in perfect rhythm, as if we’ve done this a million times before. Mason starts with slow, shallow thrusts, and every time his dick peeks out through the tunnel of my breasts I can’t help but stick out my tongue and swipe it across the tip. He starts to pick up speed and grabs hold of the bedhead to anchor himself. I have to hold tight to keep my breasts in place while he thrusts harder and faster.
The low rasping moans he’s making are creating an intense throb in my clit, and the visual of him above me, and his cock sliding along my chest has my eyes rolling back in pleasure.
Letting out a loud grunt, he pulls away and takes himself in hand, jerking off until he climaxes loudly, his cum shooting out over my breasts.
Taking a moment to catch his breath, he sits back on his heels, and his eyes roam all over my body, until they settle on my breasts.
“Well, would you look at that,” his tone is undeniably mischievous. “You’ve been frosted by Mason.”
That night we are seated at Mason’s small dining table, naked and eating Chinese takeout from the containers while we laugh over embarrassing childhood stories.
“You know your apartment isn’t at all what I expected.” Mason turns and looks around his small apartment, and my eyes follow. It’s a small two-bedroom apartment, with an open plan that features a living area and a compact eat-in kitchen. A far cry from the extravagant penthouse I figured he would live in.
“I mean, don’t get me wrong, it’s beautiful.” And it was. With solid timber floorboards in a gorgeous dark oak, walls painted a soft gray and large picture windows, the overwhelming feeling was one of warmth and welcome.
“There’s only me, anything bigger seemed excessive. Just because I have money doesn’t mean I have to waste it.” Pushing away from the table, he’s standing in front of the fridge in two easy strides. “You want another water?” It takes me a second to answer because I’m trying to stop myself from getting up and biting his delectable ass.
I shake my head to clear the image, and am just about to answer when his cell phone rings next to me on the table. It’s his personal ringtone, so throwing him a cheeky grin, I snatch up the phone and answer.
“Good evening, you’ve reached Mason and his colossal cock, how may I be of assistance?”
“Fuck, Crazy!” Mason races over and attempts to grab the phone, but I’m too quick, and run around to the other side of the table to escape him.
There’s silence on the line, and I’m about to hang up when I hear a voice that makes my heart drop. “Cassidy?”
Oh. Fuck.
“Rhonda! Hi! Oh my god, I’m so sorry, I was just messing around. I haven’t seen his cock, I swear.” I look up and Mason is watching me with a look of curious horror, and I want the ground to open up and swallow me.
“Well, that’s a damn shame, Cassidy. My son could do with a girl like you in his life.”
“Really?” My voice is hesitant. That’s not the response I was expecting, after my foot-in-mouth hello.
“Really, Cassidy. He needs some fun in his life and you, sweetheart, are probably the perfect one to make that happen.” My hand tightens around the phone, and I start nibbling on my bottom lip. I have no idea why Rhonda’s approval means so much, but from the swell of emotion I’m feeling, it does.
Turning my back on Mason, I reply, “Thank you, Rhonda. That means a lot.”
“Okay, well, I will let you get back to whatever it is you weren’t doing, and we’ll talk later.”
“You didn’t want to talk to Mason?”
“No, it wasn’t anything important. I’ll catch him another time. You take care, okay?”
“I will. You too, bye.”
After taking a second to compose myself, I turn and face Mason.
“You alright over there?” His eyes are warm, and I smile brightly at him.
“Yep, but you’ve worn me out, Sunshine. I think it’s time for me to head home.”
He comes over to stand in front of me, pushing his body flush with mine and tweaking a nipple, straddling the line of pleasure and pain before leaning down and placing a soft kiss on the tip of my nose.
“You don’t have to go. Stay the night.”
“Are you sure?”
“Definitely. I even promise to let you get some sleep. I have some more work to do, anyway.”
He takes hold of my hand and pulls me toward his bedroom. Once we’re all sett
led I look over at him, sitting up in bed with his laptop balanced on his knees, and an array of papers spread out beside him.
“This account seems really complicated, are they all this difficult?”
“Fuck no. And there’s no reason that this one should be either, except that Alistair Thompson is the biggest asshole you will ever come across, and keeps moving the goalposts. Every time we make an offer, he agrees subject to minor changes, which then turn into major changes, and we have to re-work the entire proposal. We were this close to getting a contract signed about a month ago, when he suddenly decided he had an issue with one of the clauses. He’s a total fuckwit.”
“Wait a minute!” I sit up, pulling the sheet with me and cross my legs. “Did you say Alistair Thompson?”
“Yeah, why?”
“Shortish guy, early sixties, kind of handsome in a distinguished old guy way?”
“Jesus, Cass, I don’t know. I guess so.”
“I know him! He used to live down the street from us when I was a kid. I actually think my mom still keeps in touch with his wife.” I shudder as I start to recall all the stories I heard about him over the years. “Ugh, you’re right though, he’s the biggest dickhole! He used to cheat on his wife all the time. Everyone except his wife and kids knew about it. I used to feel so bad for them.”
Mason’s eyes narrow at my news, turning calculating. I recognize that look from work, and for a brief moment I worry that I shouldn’t have shared this information with him. But just as quickly as it came, the look vanishes.
“I can’t say anything about that man surprises me.” The disgust is evident in his voice.
“Yep, total douche canoe. How much work do you have?” I ask, changing the subject.
“A couple of hours.” Leaning over, he wraps my hair around his fist and pulls me toward him, his mouth covering mine and his tongue licking along my bottom lip before he pulls away. “Get some sleep while you can. You never know, I may wake you up for a midnight snack later.” And as I roll over and attempt to sleep, I clench my thighs at the promise his voice held.
Mason
“Right, that sounds good, add the addendum to the current contract, and hopefully that will finally please the fucker.” Samuels’ laugh on the other end of the line is hollow.
“One can only hope. Alright, I’ll get that drawn up now and couriered straight over to him. Enjoy your day off, man, you deserve it.”
“Thanks. I’ll see you tomorrow, but if anything urgent comes up I have my cell on me.” With no further preamble I hang up the phone, and make my way to the elevator in Cassidy’s building.
As I wait impatiently for it to arrive, my mind wanders back to last weekend. She threw me for a fucking loop telling me she knew Thompson, and spilling that juicy little titbit about him. I have to admit, it crossed my mind for a brief moment that I might be able to use that information to compel him to sign the contracts. Put this motherfucker of an account to bed once and for all.
Just as quickly, I realized that blackmail is illegal, and I wasn’t prepared to risk my freedom for a job I wasn’t even sure I wanted anymore.
The lift arrives, and as the doors open I stalk inside, quickly pressing the button for the fourth floor. I scrub my hands across my face in an effort to push thoughts of work from my mind.
Ever since my talk with Cassidy I have been questioning my commitment to my job even more intensely. She’s right. It doesn’t matter how much money I make, my mother is never going to allow me to take care of her. So why am I doing this? Why the hell am I working ninety hours a week, busting my ass doing a job I hate?
I am quickly thrust back to reality when the doors open, and Cassidy is standing right in front of me, purse in hand. As I walk toward her, her expression morphs from shock to happiness to suspicion in a mere nanosecond, and I take a moment to appreciate how fucking beautiful it is that she never tries to hide herself from me.
“What are you doing here, Sunshine? I’m not coming into work, not even if you try and use your powers of dicksuasion on me.”
“Jesus, what the hell is dicksuasion? You do realize that you can’t just go around inventing words, right?”
“Dicksuasion. The act of convincing me to do something by using your magnificent, giant cock. Dicksuasion.” She waggles her eyebrows at me, and I wrap my arm around her waist, pulling her close.
“Magnificent, giant cock, huh?” My lips find the spot behind her ear that makes her sigh in that way I like.
“Uh huh.” She leans into me, her hand fisting my t-shirt. “Skye was very impressed.” My tongue stops the path it was tracing. Did she say Skye?
Pulling away, I’m met with angelic Cassidy, all wide eyed and shit.
“You told Skye abou— You know what? I don’t want to know. C’mon, let’s go.” I take hold of her hand and spin us around, pressing the button to get the elevator back up.
“Wait, where are we going? Why aren’t you at work? What is this madness?” She steps back and looks me up and down, taking in my jeans and t-shirt, her eyes linger on my junk, and I fight back a smirk.
“Hey, my eyes are up here, Crazy. I’m not a piece of meat you know.”
“You’re not dressed for work, I see.” Her eyes widen. “Are you playing hooky, Sunshine? Oh my god, please tell me I’m popping your hooky cherry, please for the love of Channing Tatum!” Cassidy is literally bouncing in front of me. This is definitely not the first time I’ve played hooky, but who am I to burst her bubble?
“Yep, I would only do this for you, baby.” My mouth lands on hers, and I slide my tongue along her bottom lip before entering and tasting her. Too soon, we are distracted by the arrival of the elevator, and I take hold of her hand, turning to pull her into it, just as she turns and starts trying to pull me in the opposite direction.
“Whoa, what are you doing? We’re going this way.” We’re playing tug of war, each trying to pull the other to their side.
“Why would we leave the building? It’s Friday and you’re not working. We have three days; think of all the sexcapades we can have!” I pause, because fuck, she makes a compelling argument. But no, I have a plan and best boyfriend status to secure.
“Nope.” I take off into the elevator, pulling her behind me. “Trust me, you’ll be glad you came.”
“Aw, Sunshine, I’m always glad to come. But Princess is pissed, fair warning.”
“Who the hell is Princess?” I question, baffled.
“Ugh, it doesn’t matter, she doesn’t want to talk to you right now, anyway.” Cassidy sighs dramatically, before crossing her arms over her chest, pushing those incredible tits out, and pouting.
“Where are we going anyway?” she grumbles. “Am I dressed okay?”
I look over at her, for the first time taking the time to note what she’s wearing. Her long legs are encased in black leggings that are essentially a second skin, and she’s wearing this white t-shirt thing that hangs off one shoulder. My fingers itch to touch the exposed skin. Her pink hair is piled up on top of her head in a messy bun, and black flip flops complete the outfit.
“You look perfect, Crazy.” As the doors open we step out into the lobby of her apartment building. “Where were you headed, anyway?”
“Starbucks. A venti iced caramel cocoa cluster frappuccino was calling my name.
“Jesus, that’s a mouthful. But then you’re dating me, so I guess you’re used to a mouthful.” As we step out onto the pavement, I turn to give her a smirk but when I’m met with a downcast Cassidy, chewing on her bottom lip, I stop in my tracks. “I can see your brain ticking, Cassidy, what’s going on?”
“Is that what we’re doing? Dating?” That’s what she’s worried about?
“You said give it a go, Crazy, so fuck yeah we’re dating. I’m all in here.” I pull her into an embrace, oblivious to the people rushing by us. It takes her a second, but she wraps her arms around my waist and places a soft kiss on my jaw.
“Me too.”
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Alright, if we’re done with the emotional BS, we need to grab a cab. Let’s go.”
Moments later we’re situated in a taxi, headed toward the upper west side. Checking my watch, I see that we’re right on schedule. I can’t wait to see her face when we arrive.
Forty-five minutes of endless questions later, we come to a stop on Columbus Avenue in front of the iconic Magnolia Bakery.
I’m still paying the driver when Cassidy begins pushing past me in an effort to get out, and I’m left with a face full of ass. Hers is pretty spectacular though, so I’m not complaining. Instead, I give it a slap and push her out onto the sidewalk, following close behind.
“I don’t know whether to kiss you or punch you right now, Sunshine. This is my favorite bakery, but if you wanted a cupcake, I’m kind of pissed you didn’t ask me. I make a pretty damn good one, you know.”
“Don’t be like that, I love your cupcakes, babe.” She rolls her eyes at me as I move us over by the entrance, out of the way of the bustling crowd.
“So, I know how much you love frosting,” I can’t help giving her a little wink, but when she looks ready to slap me, I rush on, “I remembered you said you wanted to learn some new icing techniques and it was something you were looking into. Then I remembered Tanya telling me something about being dragged to a class here for some bridal shower. So, I checked it out and booked us in for a class today.”
Cassidy stares at me, eyes wide, lips slightly parted, as if she’s not quite sure what I’m saying. Then her face splits into a huge grin, and she throws herself into my arms.
“Best. Boyfriend. Ever! I’ll totally let you frost me tonight, big boy!” Grabbing my hand, she drags me inside, and the weirdest thing? There’s nowhere I’d rather be.
Two hours later I’m walking out the same door, with a box of cupcakes in hand, and a babbling girlfriend by my side. Cassidy was in her element in there, hanging on every word the instructor spoke. Watching her work her magic was incredible. She was focused and methodical, and I had to stifle a laugh at one point as I realized what a contrast it was to her work ethic in the office. But it also made it glaringly obvious that an office is not where she belongs. This is her passion. It’s what she needs to be doing, and I’ll do whatever I can to make sure that happens.