by Nikki Ash
“Okay,” I hear him say as I close the door behind us, pushing her up against the wall. My hands run along the thin orange strings leading to the triangles that cover her pert tits. Mila shivers, tiny goosebumps appearing along her skin. Pulling one triangle to the side, I wrap my lips around her nipple, sucking on it hard.
“Mason.” Mila lets out a breathy moan. “Not now!” she whisper-yells, pushing my head back.
“Please, baby.” I drop to my knees, her pussy directly in front of my face. I give the triangle covering her tight cunt an open-mouthed kiss, and she moans again.
“I’m ready!” Alec yells. I groan in frustration as Mila pushes my face away again.
“Tonight.” She slides to the side and opens the door, leaving me and my hard dick alone in the room.
“I’m holding you to it!” I shout.
We get down to the pool, and after finding some lounge chairs, I order us drinks and dinner since it’s already after seven o’clock. Jake and Troy spot us while they’re walking by, both dressed in workout clothes.
“You ready for your fight?” I ask as they sit down on the chairs next to me. My eyes scan the area for Mila and Alec who are playing a game in the water. They’re both laughing and splashing each other with water.
“Hell yeah.”
“You turning in early? We need to be up at five to get you conditioned and ready for the press conferences and early weigh-in.”
“Yeah, we’re heading to our room now.”
“And you’re good with your weight? You saw what happened with Sheffield at the last fight.” Sheffield came in weighing just over two pounds too much to meet the one-eighty-five mark. He had two hours to lose the weight and couldn’t do it. He relinquished his right to fight.
“Yep. My weigh-in tonight was perfect and it will stay that way.” Tristan wasn’t thrilled about not being able to be here for Jake’s fight but I assured him I would fill in as if I were Tristan myself. He’s been there for me and it’s the least I can do while he’s enjoying the last couple days of his honeymoon with his new wife and daughters.
“Nice. All right, then I’ll see you bright and early tomorrow morning.” We bump fists then the guys take off back to their room. I locate Mila and Alec near the deep end of the pool, and pulling my shirt over my head, I head over to join them.
Twenty-Seven
Mila
I spot Mason coming over, and I have to force my jaw to close and the drool to stop flowing down my chin like a broken faucet. I don’t think I’ll ever get used to seeing Mason without his shirt on. The man is ripped beyond belief, but not in a bulky way. He’s simply toned everywhere—from his strong neck and shoulders all the way down to his calf muscles. He’s got a perfect six-pack and his skin is flawless. His swim shorts hang low on his hips as he saunters over to join Alec and me in the pool. I was worried the fans—specifically the women—would be hovering everywhere we went, but the hotel has the area under lock and key and only registered guests are getting in.
Mason walks over to the edge of the pool and gives me a mischievous smirk that tells me he’s about to do something bad. But before I can figure out what it is, he’s cannonballing into the pool and soaking me completely. He disappears under the water, and a few seconds later I feel him tugging on my foot. I think he’s going to pull me under the water, but instead I feel his hands gliding up front of my legs and stopping at the apex of my thighs. My eyes stay trained on my son, who is playing water basketball with a couple of kids, the ache between my legs growing by the second from Mason’s touch.
He comes up for air and circles around me until his back is against the side of the pool and my back is against his front. His dick is pressed up against my ass as his finger runs down my front. It’s dark outside and nobody can see anything he’s doing to me, but I can feel it. I can feel him separating my folds and then his fingers entering me. He pumps his fingers in and out of me, his thumb massaging my clit. His other hand brushes my nipple through my swimsuit and my eyes dart around, wondering if anybody knows what’s happening.
“Fuck, woman. You’re cunt is always so tight. Even in the water, it sucks my fingers in.” And it may be partially because my husband just whispered the word cunt in my ear, or because I’m scared of getting caught, or it may be because he knows exactly what to do to get me off, but I come instantly. My body shakes as he brushes my hair to the side and kisses the pulse point on my neck as I ride out my orgasm.
Just as my body calms down, I feel his hands grab my ass. “Tonight, baby, I’m claiming this ass.” Then he lays a wet kiss to my cheek playfully as if he didn’t just finger me and make me come thirty seconds ago in a public pool.
“Hey Alec! Want to go down the waterslides before the food comes?” Mason shouts to my son who is still playing with the other kids.
“Yes!”
“Be back, baby.” Mason gives me another kiss before swimming away from me and toward Alec. And as I watch them head toward the water slides my mind goes to my mom, and I know if she’s in heaven looking down on us, she’s smiling because I’ve found my one.
“Want to shower with me?” Mason asks as he pushes his swimsuit down and his dick springs free. Alec is asleep in the other room and we’re in ours. Want to wear a child out? Take him swimming for a few hours. After he showered and was in pajamas, we put a movie on for him, and not even five minutes in, he was sound asleep.
“Sure.” I pull the strings to my top and let them fall, the material covering my breasts falling at the same time. I unknot the side strings and my bottoms hit the floor. I’m fully aware I’m putting a show on for Mason, but I can’t help it. The way he looks at me…it’s as if I’m everything he could ever want or need. I went so long without having a man look at me this way, and now that I have it, I want it all the time.
As we shower the chlorine off our bodies, Mason plants kisses along my shoulders and neck but he doesn’t make any moves on me otherwise, and I make a note to initiate shower sex before we leave. This shower is like twice the size of mine. Once we’re out and dried off, I remember what he mentioned in the pool regarding my ass, and butterflies start to take flight in my belly. It’s as if Mason senses my nervousness because he wraps his arms around my waist as his lips seal over mine. He guides us over to the bed, his mouth only leaving mine long enough to lay me down under him. Needing to touch him, my hands come up so my fingers can run through his hair.
Mason breaks the kiss and whispers into my ear, “Turn over, baby. On your knees.” He backs up slightly so I can do as he says. I’m completely naked and vulnerable with my butt in the air, and I love it. I love every new thing we try together. I love that no matter where we are or what we’re doing, Mason makes me feel loved and cherished.
With my head against the pillows, I peek around in time to see Mason lick his lips before he spreads my legs and his face disappears. And then I feel his warm, wet tongue hit my clit and lick up my seam all the way to my puckered hole. I let out a moan that would be embarrassing if I wasn’t so comfortable around Mason. He continues to lick me from one hole to the other with purposeful, languorous strokes. Every time his tongue reaches my clit, he stops and sucks on the sensitive nub, eliciting a needy groan out of me.
“This is going to feel cool for a second but then it will feel warm.” I can’t see what he’s talking about but a short beat later I feel liquid dripping down my crack. Mason spreads my cheeks, and with his fingers, he rubs the warming lube over and around my puckered hole. I feel him blow, and the lube warms up even more.
“I’m going to put this in you, baby. Just relax, okay?” He shows me a silver raindrop looking toy that has a pink jewel on the end. I’m assuming it’s a butt plug because a few seconds later I feel the cold silver against my hole. He pushes it in slowly, and at first I’m scared it’s going to hurt, but as he continues to push the toy into me inch by inch, I’m surprised when it doesn’t.
“It’s in all the way,” Mason says. “How does it feel?�
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I wiggle my butt for a second. “Full.”
“Oh, you will be…soon.” I feel his lips on my shoulder blades and then down my spine as he trails kisses downward, ending at the dip directly above my butt. I try to see what he’s doing but it’s hard in this position, so instead I close my eyes and relish in his touch.
I feel his fingers at my breasts, tweaking and pinching my nipples from underneath, and then I feel them on my pussy, entering me. He pumps his fingers in and out of me, and I feel myself getting wetter, more turned on with every pump. I can hear the slickness of my juices against his fingers as he fingers me good and deep. My body rubbing against the mattress as he works me over.
“Mason.” I let out a heady moan. I’m so close to letting go.
“Come for me, baby,” he murmurs, his fingers never stopping. He must insert another finger into me because my pussy suddenly feels even more full. Between the butt plug and his fingers, I feel deliciously filled and my body must agree because a few pumps later and I am coming all over Mason’s fingers.
He pulls his fingers out of me and I instantly miss his touch. Then I feel his dick enter me from behind. His hands grip my hips and his dick thrusts into me until I’m filled to the max. If I thought I was full with his fingers, I was wrong. He begins to fuck me from behind, and I’m meeting him thrust for thrust. I don’t know what he’s doing but I can feel the butt plug moving in my ass against Mason’s dick, and it’s hitting something in me I didn’t know exists.
Needing more, I start to beg Mason for something I never imagined I would beg a man for. “Mason, fuck my ass…please.” I let out a whimper. He pulls out, and I hear the crinkling of a condom that has me remembering…“I’m on birth control. I started the pills the day of my period.” I peek around at him, and he’s grinning wickedly.
“Thank god…I’m going to fuck this perfect cunt raw the next chance I get. But the condom is for your ass.” He bends over and places a kiss on my butt check. “Wouldn’t be very gentlemanly of me to come in your ass the first time.” He shoots me a wink, and I turn my face around, not wanting him to see me blushing. Only Mason can be sweet and crass at the same damn time.
I feel more warming lube drip along my ass crack, and then I feel him pull the butt plug out, and I swear I almost come from that action alone. “I’m going to go slow. Tell me if it hurts and I’ll stop.”
“Just do it,” I demand. I’m too turned on. My body is craving him too much. I need him in me now.
He pushes the tip into the tight ringed hole, and at first it hurts but as he continues to push himself into me slowly, the pain turns into pleasure. “Oh. My. God,” I groan out, sticking my face into the pillow so my son won’t hear me from the other room. I’ve never felt anything like this before. While it’s a bit uncomfortable, it also feels good.
“I’m all the way in, baby. You okay?” Mason’s hand glides down the center of my spine, and I shiver at his touch.
“Yes!” I breath out. “Please move,” I beg.
Gripping my hip with one hand, he slowly pulls out and then pushes back in until he bottoms out. I feel his other hand come around and circle my clit. The friction feels so good that my body starts to rock against him, meeting him thrust for thrust. Another orgasm begins to build, different from anything I’ve ever experienced. It has me grinding against Mason’s body as my hands find their way to my tits, my fingers pinching and pulling my nipples. The sensation I’m feeling almost has me scared—I’ve never felt this worked up before—and when my body can’t handle it anymore, I let go. I can feel my ass tighten and my pussy contract, and then I feel myself gush as I come all over Mason and the sheets. My eyes close, everything going black as my orgasm rolls through me.
“Holy shit,” Mason groans, and I can feel when he’s coming, his dick swelling in me, and even with a condom on, I feel his warm cum inside me. We both still, and before I can feel embarrassed over what my body just did, Mason says, “That was the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever felt in my life.” He slowly pulls out of me and I roll over onto my back and away from the now soaked sheets.
“Let’s jump in the shower and then I’ll call for new sheets.” Mason winks, and I groan, covering my eyes with the back of my hand. “Don’t hide.” His voice is close, and when I peek out from under my hand, I see him leaning down to kiss me. “That was amazing, Mila. You’re amazing.”
Twenty-Eight
Mason
It’s Monday morning and, while I should be training with my fight coming up, I can’t focus. This past weekend was without a doubt one of the best weekends of my life. Fight Night went perfectly—Jake won his fight and Alec and Mila had a blast. Bella invited us to join them the following day at Sea World, and since Alec and Mila have never been, we accepted. Alec wasn’t too thrilled with having to hang out with Bella’s daughter, Micaela, so he stuck to my side most of the time. We went on all the rides he was tall enough for and watched all the shows. We got back late last night, and after he was in bed I spent the rest of the evening inside my wife.
“Aren’t you going to welcome me home, fucker?” There’s a smack to my head and when I turn around, I see Tristan standing there, grinning from ear to ear.
“Hey, man!” I give him bro hug and welcome him back. “I’d ask about your trip but Mila said we’re coming over for dinner tomorrow night, so I’ll just wait to hear all about your Disney adventures then,” I joke.
“Funny.” He slaps my shoulder. “And that’s fine because I’d rather talk about you.” He cackles and I groan.
“What about me? How I need to train for this upcoming fight?”
Tristan looks at me like I’ve got two heads. “No, I want to discuss how the hell my best friend came to my wedding as a best man and went home as a husband.” We go into his office and I tell him everything. From Mila and I conversing over the Plenty of Fish app to us getting married. I tell him about how I ended up watching Alec during spring break, then I confide in him about Mila and I connecting on a level I never thought was possible. And when I’m done, Tristan is shaking his head.
“Well, goddamn. I always knew this day would come, but I didn’t think it would be so soon, and not with a woman who swore she would never touch you! I’m happy for you, man.”
“Thanks.” I let out a sigh. “Now I just have to make sure I don’t fuck it all up.”
Tristan gives me a long look before he says, “You need to give yourself a break. You’re going to mess up. It’s a given. But the key is to learn from your mistakes.”
“Mila’s already had one failed marriage. I need to make sure I don’t make it two.”
“Mason, you can’t predict the future. You can do everything right and it still not work out. You can’t live your life waiting for the other ball to drop.” I know he’s right, but it’s hard to push the possibility of failure out of my head. Every time I think about me failing, I think about my mom, and how my dad’s failures led her to prostitute herself out. She used to tell me I was like my dad. At the time I thought she meant it in a good way, but the fact she refuses to let me help her tells another story. She’d rather fuck strangers and sell drugs than trust me to take care of her. My dad drank and gambled. He put his addictions above his family. He died and left my mom to fend for herself. He’s the reason she couldn’t take care of me. Why she went to jail, and I lost the only parent I had left at thirteen years old. I refuse to believe I’m anything like my dad, and I know if given the chance I would do everything in my power to take care of my mom, but until she lets me in, there’s nothing I can do.
And don’t get me wrong. I know Mila isn’t my mom. She has a degree and takes care of her son. She was doing a damn good job of handling shit before I came along, but that doesn’t stop me from wondering what would happen if I failed her, if I broke her heart. My mom was doing okay until my dad started drinking and gambling. His addictions broke my mom’s heart and she was never the same. I don’t want Mila’s heart to ever break, especiall
y because of me. I might not be able to predict the future but I can do everything in my power to make sure Mila’s heart is handled with care.
Tristan’s phone beeps at the same time mine does.
Mila: Change of plans. Dinner tonight with the Scott’s at Burger Heaven. I’ll meet you there at 5:30 after I pick up Alec from school.
“I guess we’re having dinner tonight,” I say after texting Mila back and letting her know I’ll see her then.
Tristan and I spend the next several hours training, and when five o’clock rolls around, we shower and head downtown to meet everyone for dinner. I spot Mila, Charlie, and the kids at a table, and with them is… Gavin?
“What’s her ex doing here?” I ask Tristan.
“Oh shit, I had invited him since we’re hitting the field right afterward for practice.”
I stop in my tracks and glance to Tristan. “Hitting the field for what?”
“Softball.” He shrugs. “I joined Gavin’s team since he was in need of another player. Didn’t I tell you?”
“No.” I shake my head. “You most certainly didn’t tell me you play softball with my wife’s ex-husband.”
“Well, in my defense, she wasn’t your wife when I agreed to play.”
“How the fuck did I not know you’re playing softball? Can you even play?”
Tristan laughs. “I don’t know…you were busy, I guess. I think you were out with the guys or maybe at the gym, and I’ve only played a few games before I left for my honeymoon.”
“Isn’t softball for pussies who can’t play baseball?” I say to fuck with him.
Tristan eyes me for a second before he laughs again. “Are you jealous?” His laughter gets louder.
“No, I’m not jealous!” Okay, maybe I’m a little jealous. But c’mon! My best friend is having a fucking bromance with Mila’s ex-husband? What the hell!