by Callie Vegas
I huff. “What family dynamics? I don’t talk to my dad, he doesn’t talk to me. It’s not like we’re going to be having Sunday dinner together every week is it?”
“I’m close to my mum, Mason. And Richard. I have Sunday dinner with them every week. I enjoy it. It’s the time of the week where we talk about what’s been keeping us busy and where we share any news that we have. If we start a relationship, then I’d want you to come along to those dinners too.”
“No, fucking way.” Is she joking?
She stands up. “Well then I think you’ve just solved my problem.” She walks out of the room to the kitchen. I hope she’s getting another drink and not leaving.
Following her I see her putting her bottle on the side and grabbing her bag, which she left on the counter top. “Are you leaving?”
“Yes. I was hoping you would compromise slightly. But I can see you’re just as pig headed as I thought you were.”
I move quickly and box her into the counter. I put a hand on either side of her body. She gasps and looks up, takes her bottom lip in between her teeth. I’ve never seen anything quite so beautiful in my life. I can’t handle looking at her any longer. I take her chin in one hand and make her look straight into my eyes. Maybe if I remind her how much we want each other she might stay a while longer.
Leaning forward I kiss her sumptuous lips. They’re plump and I bite her bottom lip, sending a shiver through her. My hand snakes around to her neck and I pull her closer. She can’t get any closer to my body than she already is, but it’s not close enough. I want to be inside her. But something tells me now isn’t a good time. I need to convince her that I want to give it a go. I want to give in to the way her mouth makes me feel and how I want to know more about her. My tongue penetrates her lips and dances with hers, fighting for the upper hand. I win and that’s when I lose control.
I lift her so she’s sitting on the counter and she wraps her legs around me, instinctively. I step closer so my rock-hard cock is pressing against the heat of her pussy. Fuck! One of my hands snakes under her top and just the feel of her hot skin… it has me craving more. Her hands run through my hair and she tugs on it. I groan. My hand runs over her erect nipple and she gasps when my finger flicks it.
“Mason,” she moans into my mouth.
I squeeze her breast, eliciting another moan. I want to run my tongue over her nipples and take them into my mouth and suck them. I pull away to look at her. I need to make sure she wants this.
“Alyssa, are you okay? Do you want this?”
“Urgh. This is so wrong, Mason. Richard, my mum, they won’t be happy.”
“I don’t care how they feel, all I care about is how you feel about it.” I kiss her on the lips. A slow, meaningful kiss. “Do you want more, Alyssa?”
Groaning, she kisses me back and I take that as my answer. When our tongues fight for control, I lift her so that her legs wrap around my waist and her arms wrap around my neck. I turn and walk towards the lounge and lay her gently on the couch before climbing on top of her. My hands are feeling her body, trying to memorise every moment of when I touch her for the first time. I want this moment to be etched in my mind for ever. I kiss down her cheek and down her neck to the part where her neck meets her body. Then I slowly move down her body. Reaching out I pull her up so that I can take her top off and she’s now laid below me with just her sexy as sin red lace bra. Who knew she was wearing something so sexy under her suit today?
As I kiss down towards her breasts, I hear her take a deep breath. Looking up I see her watching me, but there’s something else in her eyes. Fear.
“Hey, Alyssa, what’s wrong?” I sit up and watch the emotions on her face. “Did I do something wrong? Go too fast or something?”
“I just don’t want you to have sex with me and then throw me away, Mason. I couldn’t stand that. I’m sorry. I’m not that person.” She tries to sit up. Now I’m scared she’s going to leave again. I pull her closer to me and hug her.
“Baby, I already know that isn’t going to happen. I care about you too much. I’ve never wanted anyone as much as I want you.”
“I… I’m a virgin, Mason.”
Say what? “You’ve never done this before?” I can’t believe that this gorgeous woman in front of me has never had anyone inside her. This information just makes me want her more. The thought that no other man has been with her makes me want to beat my hands on my chest and claim her as mine.
“No, I’ve always been too busy for relationships and I never wanted to give my virginity to just anyone. I want it to be special, but I also want it to be the start of something more. Does that make sense?”
Wow. I’m at a loss for words. On one hand I’m delighted she’s saved herself and she wants to hand it over to me. On the other hand, I need to make sure this isn’t just a fuck for me. I know how much I want her. Is it just lust though?
“I’m not going to take you tonight, Alyssa. You need something special for your first time not just a hard fuck on a couch.”
“Does that mean you don’t want me, Mason? Am I not good enough for you?” Her eyes fill with tears and I know she’s on the verge of losing it.
“Alyssa, look at me.” She raises her eyes to look into mine. I take her hand and bring it down to my groin where I wrap her hand around the outline of my throbbing cock in my jeans. “This tells you how much I want you. I’m not the arsehole everyone thinks I am. I want to be your first. I want to be your last too… if I have anything to do with it. But I’m not going to take advantage of you like this. That doesn’t mean we can’t play and have fun, just no penetration tonight. You up for that?”
Her eyes dry up and they have a glint to them that seems naughty. Smiling, she squeezes my cock. “That sounds like fun, Mason. I’m game.”
I kiss her hard. I must have been holding my breath waiting for her to answer me, because I can feel the tension in my body seeping out. I get up from the couch and undo my belt on my jeans, undo the button and the fly, watching her as I do it. I don’t think she realises that she is licking her lips and her eyes open wider with every button I undo.
When I’m undone, I slide them down to my ankles before stepping out of them. I’ve got my boxer briefs on and I know that she can see all of my cock outlined in the tight material. Her eyes are round like saucers and I know what’s going through her mind. How the hell am I going to be able to take that?
Chuckling, I reach down and take off her skirt and now she’s exposed to me. The one thing that surprises me is she is wearing stockings and suspenders and had I known that at work, I don’t think I would have waited as long. “Have you been wearing that all the time under your skirts?” I growl, barely being able to string a few words together.
She blushes and looks down at her underwear and watches my finger as I trail it along the top of the suspender belt. Raising her eyes to mine, she nods. “Yes, I have. I’ve thought about you finding out and taking a look. I’ve thought about you running your hand up my leg since the other day in the bar. I wanted you to reach higher and find out my secret that underneath my business clothes… I’m a naughty girl.”
When she says the word naughty, my cock twitches. He’s dying to be inside her, but not tonight… tonight is all about her and I’m going to taste her.
“I love naughty girls. Make sure you keep wearing that and then I can imagine it when you’re being all business like in the office. It’ll be our little secret.” Leaning down I take one of her nipples into my mouth. She groans and thrusts them further into my mouth.
I play with the other one, rolling it between my fingers and then suddenly I pinch it. She twitches and pushes harder against me. “Mason, don’t stop.” I have no intention of stopping, but my mouth is too full to tell her that.
I swap nipples, kissing in between her breasts. My spare hand slowly traces her body down until it’s at the top of her panties. Looking into her eyes I slowly lower a finger under the lace materials and down to her lips. S
he closes her eyes and takes a sharp breath. Nodding to give me the approval I so desperately need.
Sliding my finger between her swollen lips her moisture is the first thing to hit me. She’s soaking wet. She wants me, desperately. Moaning she pushes her mound closer to my finger, inviting me to delve deeper.
“You’re a very naughty girl, Alyssa. You’re so wet for me. I hope you weren’t going to leave without letting me know how much you wanted me.”
She moans, not able to string a sentence together.
I lower myself further down her body until my face is flush with her soaking wet panties. Looking up I see her staring at me with a dark glint in her eyes. Reaching out I take both sides of her panties and slowly pull them down her legs. Exposing her perfectly bare pussy. “Fuck, Alyssa, I can’t believe you’re bare for me.” After sitting back so that I can take them fully off, I stare at her and take a picture in my mind for me to use for when I’m on my own. Wow, she’s fucking beautiful.
I don’t know how I’m going to be able to keep my dick from finding his way inside her, because he is pushing to get out of my boxers right now. I need to concentrate on her. It’s all about her tonight, he can wait.
Leaning back down over her I kiss her with so much passion I think I’m going to explode. My hips grind into hers and her moans nearly make me come in my boxers like a fifteen-year-old. Slowly I work my way down her body again until I’m flush with her pussy. Reaching in I gently pull her legs apart and place them over my shoulders so that I am at eye level with her pussy. She blushes and tries to close her legs. “Alyssa. Don’t. Just relax.”
It takes a minute or two, but she eventually relaxes her legs. I don’t move until she does. I run a finger between her folds and watch as her body reacts to my touch. “Mason,” she murmurs.
I love hearing my name come out of her mouth in that tone. I lean forward, sticking my tongue out and as I watch her eyes grow wide, I lick between her folds. She tastes like amber nectar. Glorious and I want more. She wriggles, trying to get away. “Oh my god Mason.”
Lifting my face for a few seconds I say, “Don’t move, it will be so much better. You taste heavenly, I love it.” Then I dip my head once more. I’ve never tasted anything as good as this. I think I could live off the taste of her alone.
When I plunge a finger inside her tight, hot, pussy she clenches around me. Her body naturally holding me tight. “Baby, relax. I won’t hurt you.” Leaning forward I kiss her clit. “I promise.” I feel her relax her muscles allowing me to push my finger deeper.
She moans as she pushes herself deeper into the couch. I take my finger out and put two in, feeling her stretch around me. I can’t wait to get my cock inside her, but not tonight. I want to drive her mad and show her what she’s been missing out on.
I can feel the moment her orgasm starts to build. She wriggles beneath me, pushing her mound closer to my mouth. She wants to feel everything; my fingers inside her, my tongue sucking her clit and my spare hand pinching her nipples. It’s like sensation overload. Her legs twitch as she gets close. “Mason, oh my god stop. It’s too much.” She pushes her clit harder against my tongue proving she doesn’t really want me to stop.
I pump my fingers in and out faster. Bringing her to the edge, stopping and then repeating the process. This time, though, she screams, throws her head back, arches her back as her velvet walls clench and nearly break my fingers because she’s so tight. “Fuuuuck.”
Her body spasms as the waves of her orgasm crash over her. I don’t stop my assault on her clit as she squeezes my fingers tight. It gets too much for her. “Mason, please. I can’t. Not anymore.”
Chuckling I move away from her body, bringing my fingers out of her body. When she opens her eyes and looks at me, I lick my fingers clean. Her eyes open wide, she can’t believe I just did that. Leaning forward I claim her lips with a passionate kiss. It tells her exactly how I feel about her without using words.
Leaning down against her side, I wrap my arm around her and pull her in tight. Her breathing slows down, and I think she’s fallen asleep. Smiling to myself I kiss her on the cheek and lay against her, listening to her breathe.
After an hour I climb off the couch, put my arms under her legs, behind her back and lift her against my chest. As she rolls into my body, I carry her upstairs to my bedroom. I gently lower her down and cover her with my quilt and stand watching her. She smiles and rolls into the middle. I go back downstairs, locking the front door and turning off the lights. When I get back upstairs, I remove my clothes just leaving my boxers on and climb under the quilt with her. I pull her close to my body and with her fragrance swirling into my nose I close my eyes and fall asleep with her in my arms.
Chapter Seven
ALYSSA
Opening my eyes, I don’t recognise where I am. As I roll over, strong arms pull me back into a hard body. My eyes fly open and are wide when the events of last night come flooding back to me. My cheeks heat up as I remember Mason between my legs, licking me. It was the hottest thing that I’ve ever experienced, and I can feel the heat building there as I think about what he did.
“Hey baby,” Mason mumbles into my neck. “What are your plans for today?”
“Erm, I haven’t thought about it much to be honest. I might go shopping or something.”
“I have to go to work for a few hours today, can I see you tonight?”
“Look, Mason, I’m not sure we should have done what we did last night. It’s not right.” He rolls me so that I’m laid on my back, staring at the ceiling. He leans over me, so that he is the only thing I can see.
“Don’t, Alyssa. Don’t say that. What we experienced last night was magical. Don’t you think any different.”
“But Mason, you’re my step-brother, that’s not right.”
“Yes, I’m your step-brother by marriage. We’re not related. There’s nothing wrong with what we did, and I plan on doing it often and a lot more. Alyssa, I’m not letting you walk out of here today without you agreeing to see me tonight. It’s not dirty, what we feel for each other is real.”
“But Mason…”
“No ‘but Mason’s’ Alyssa. I know you want me, and I think you know how much I want you.” He leans down and kisses me, as he rubs his hard cock against my leg. I can’t stop myself from grinding against him. I want him so bad, I don’t think I could fight it if I tried.
He pulls away. “Now, let’s start again. Alyssa, can I see you tonight?”
I chuckle. “Yes, I can come over later.”
“No, I want to take you out.”
The fear takes over me again. I can’t be seen in public with him, people will talk.
“Alyssa, stop that thinking business. Who cares if anyone sees us? It’s not wrong.”
His hand is grazing down my side, making me shiver. I want to see him again. I want him to fuck me more than I’ve ever wanted anything. I know at this moment I would give him anything he wants. “Okay, I want to see you tonight too.”
The smile he gives me takes my breath away. Then he kisses me again and I can feel his passion flowing through his kiss. He is going to break my heart, I just know it. When he pulls away, I realise I’m fully dressed so I slide out of the bed and I can’t help it if I watch him climb out of his side. His muscles ripple as he uses his hands to propel him upright and when he swings his legs around, I see his tattoo on his back and all I want to do is reach out and touch it. When he stands and turns to face me, I can see the outline of his cock that was digging into my leg. Fuck, it’s huge. I must show in my face how scared I am of it because he laughs and says, “Baby, this,” he reaches down and grabs his cock in his hand, “this is going to be a tight fit but it’s going to be amazing. I know already how it’s going to feel.”
I stare at him for longer than maybe I should, trying to work out how it’s going to fit. He walks around the bed and stands in front of me. Taking my hand gently in his, he brings it down to cover his cock, through his boxers. It’s r
ock hard. I don’t know what I was expecting, but it shocks me that it can be so hard. He tightens my grip on his cock and I hear him moan. I want to make him moan again so I squeeze. I don’t know what I’m doing. This is the first time I’ve touched a cock, so I’m flying by the seat of my pants here.
“However much I want you to finish what you’re doing, I need to go to work. And I don’t want you to give me a hand job and then leave me. I want you to touch my cock until I come all over you and then I want to make you come twice as hard as last night.”
His words make me blush. I’ve never had anyone talk to me like that before. It’s dirty, it’s rude, but got it’s turning me on. I squirm on the spot and he laughs before putting his finger under my chin and lifting my head so that I’m looking him in the eye. “Do you want that Alyssa? Do you want to make me come so that I can make you come harder than before?”
I nod my head. I want all of that and more, but I can’t open my mouth to speak. The dirty words are alien to me and they won’t come out of my mouth. He laughs and kisses me chastely on the lips before moving away, my hand slipping off his cock and landing against my thigh.
“I need to have a shower, I’ll meet you downstairs in the kitchen in a few minutes.” He turns and walks into the bathroom and I hear the shower starting. That wakes me up from the trance that I’m in and I leave the room to head downstairs. I can see the mess that we left last night, and I tidy that up before going into the kitchen to put the coffee machine on.
I’m in my own world, thinking about last night and what it would be like to have sex with Mason. I’m ashamed to say that I can feel the heat swirling between my legs and all I want to do is to touch myself like he touched me last night. I squeeze my legs together trying to ease the yearning for his touch.