Betad by kitchmill. Mistakes are my own.

Preread by Hoodie.


12


Back at the clubhouse the party was still as strong as the phantom vibrations between my legs. We bypassed it all, heading upstairs to Masen's room. I didn't know what I expected to see when I entered. Posters of half-naked ladies straddling motorcycles on the walls or something. But the walls were bare and painted a nice dark gray that went well with his light gray bed set.

"So, this is all yours, huh?" I asked, just inside the doorway.

Across the room, Masen was removing his shoes. He craned his neck to give me a suspicious glare. "You making fun?"

"No, it's nice." I shut the door, making sure to lock it, and made my way over to the bed. My fingers ran along his comforter. "So …"

Before I could ask him if he stayed there often his lips were on mine, taking my breath with a hungry sweep of his tongue.

His cool hands disappeared into the jacket I was wearing, slid it off my shoulders and onto the floor. His cold fingers found my stomach next. I sucked in the breath out of his mouth, my muscles clenching as he traced the skin along my ribs. He broke the kiss long enough to pull the tank up and over my head and drop it at our feet.

Oh, wow. We were doing this.

This was happening.

Okay.

Of course I wanted it to. It was why I was here. I definitely, definitely wanted it to happen. Especially when his mouth latched on to my neck and he quickly undid my bra, letting it fall to the floor with everything else.

Unlike before, he wasted no time dipping down to take a nipple into his mouth. I let out a surprised, high-pitched moan, my knees buckling when his wet tongue swept across the hardened peak. Such contrast. The warmth of his wet mouth and cool touch.

Gripping me tighter, Masen held me up with one arm around my waist. His free hand cradled the underside of my breast as he licked and sucked me into a panting mess before moving to the other.

A needy noise escaped me. I clawed at the back of his T-shirt in an attempt to get it off of him. Getting the hint, Masen released my breast, removing his arm from around me long enough to grab the back of his collar and pull it over his head.

His lips immediately sought mine. I welcomed them eagerly, wrapping my arms around his neck and pressing our naked upper bodies together. His arms wrapped around my bare back, holding me tightly to him.

All of this skin on skin action was causing a nervous system breakdown. I was on fire. Dizzy, spinning. Like my sex-deprived brain was going to explode.

Masen backed us up to the edge of the bed. Lifting me, he laid me down on it, placing himself between my legs, all without breaking the kiss.

What started out frenzied simmered to a slow, deep conversation of tongues. With one final sweep, he closed his mouth over my lower lip then released it to get up on his knees.

He watched my chest heaving from lust and lack of air before his focus shifted to the buckle of my jeans. Popping the button, he slowly undid the zipper, dipping down to kiss my lower stomach as he worked the material over my hips.

My hands found their way into his wind-wild hair. He swirled his tongue over my skin, dipping just under the top of my panties before he pulled away to drag the denim down my legs.

I'd never been so wanted that a guy undressed me before. And so far Masen had done it twice. Well, one and a half times, if undoing my top counted back at the fairgrounds before I ran away.

I wasn't running this time. Far from it.

The straps of my sandals proved to be a bit of a puzzle for him. We shared a laugh while he struggled then finally got them and my pants all the way off.

The laughter came to a halt when Masen bent down again, his warm breath blowing against the wet spot on the center of my black cotton panties. He nudged it with his nose, let out a low moan, then lightly placed a kiss on top of the thin fabric.

I nearly came on the spot.

My hips lifted from the bed to follow his mouth when he sat back on his heels. Hooking his fingers into my panties, he pulled them down my legs, haphazardly discarding them with the rest of my clothes. His hands went to my knees, coaxing them back open. He wordlessly encouraged me to spread wider, his hands guiding the backs of my legs outward while he kissed his way down the insides of my thighs.

Masen looked up into my eyes as his mouth covered me. My mouth dropped open, my head pressing into the pillow when I felt his tongue fill my slit. I double-fisted the bedspread.

Slow and steady he licked me up and down. It was the most glorious kind of torture, my whole body twitching every time he swept over my clit. Needing more, I wriggled against him. More pressure, more speed.

But oh, how I was wrong. God, how wrong I was.

The first good orgasm I'd had in years crept up on me, hitting hard then leaving hot and fast. Disappointingly fast, if I was being honest. Like maybe I'd imagined it.

Masen rose from between my legs, a couple of his fingers sticking behind to rub along my lower lips before disappearing deep inside me. Turning them pads up, he began to thrust in and up, hitting somewhere I knew existed but had never been touched.

A winded "oh God" escaped me. Masen sped up, hitting that spot over and over, filling my lower stomach with a nice pressurized heat. My hand flew to his wrist as it built, my legs spreading out and upward, inhibitions wavering. I let out a slew of moans and a few accompanying whimpers between bouts of low curses. For him to fucking stop or never fucking stop, I wasn't sure. The sensation was quickly teetering on the edge of discomfort. Too much. Way too much.

"Oh, fuck."

My breathing became labored and fast, embarrassingly so. My body began to quiver uncontrollably as the discomfort shifted into something good again. Really, really good. The first flutter deep inside turned into a swarm of them. My toes tingled as warmth overtook my body, steadily flowing to my lower stomach where it literally spilled out of me.

Uncontrollable sounds were coming out of my mouth. The kind I'd once heard in a porn collab of the best orgasms ever. And holy fuck, this one seemed to go on forever and ever and ever. Fuck!

The moans and convulsions eventually turned to shaky whimpers as I started to come down from whatever otherworldly-gasm Masen had just given me.

Masen placed himself between my legs, having completely undressed and sheathed himself at some point during my mid-orgasmic haze. I was still shaking from the aftershocks when he entered me. I more heard than felt my sharp intake of breath. Not from pain but more the sensation of being full, sensitive, and already on the verge of my third orgasm.

This kind of shit was unheard of.

Masen was bigger than anyone I'd been with. Not so much in girth but length. It hit where his fingers had and further. I was going out of my mind. Pawing at his shoulders and chest before dragging my fingers down his back and digging them into his hips.

He dropped his weight, pushing even deeper when his hips pressed firmly against me. That teetering orgasm hit hard and fast sending me into a helpless, writhing mess underneath him. He stilled inside me long enough for the contractions to stop then kicked up the pace again, relentless as he kissed me with the same feverish abandon we'd started off with. We passed moans back and forth with hungry tongues until he went up on his knees to watch my breasts bounce with his every movement. His hands squeezed them before one traveled up to the side of my neck. I wrapped my hand around his wrist as he pounded into me.

I thought for sure I was going to wake up at any moment from an unbelievably realistic wet dream. This couldn't be real. People didn't have this kind of sex in real life. At least, I never had. Nothing like this. Not with anybody.

Jesus Christ.

His hips sped up, his breathing becoming more labored, moans increasing in succession.

This, I was familiar with. The look of a man who was getting ready to come.

With one hand still around his wrist I used the other to grip his ass. I didn't have to fake the encouraging sounds escaping me.

"Oh, fuck."

I was pretty sure I was gonna come again.

"Oh, shit. Mase …"

"Yeah …"

"Ah …"

We fed off each other's groans, his thrusts becoming more erratic. My back bent off of the bed, my toes tingling as they curled into the bedspread. Both of Masen's hands flew to my hips to keep me in place the best he could while I writhed beneath, feeling myself contract around him at the same time he swelled inside me. With a final, satisfied grunt his hands slid up my sides. He placed his forehead on mine for a moment to catch his breath then kissed my lips before climbing from between my legs to clean himself up.

I lay there naked and exposed, unsure if I should get up and get dressed and get out of there. But then Masen turned to look back at me, the towel in his hand just covering him, a lazy smile on his face. Dropping the towel he walked back over to the bed. He bent down and gave me a closed mouth kiss, sneaking one arm under my legs and the other behind my shoulders to pick me up while simultaneously pulling back the covers. A tiny squeal escaped me when he tossed me over to the far side of the bed. Turning off the light, he climbed in beside me, lying on his back.

"Come 'ere." He encouraged me to lie in the crook of his arm. When I cuddled up next to him he let out a satisfied sigh and closed his eyes, his fingers gliding up and down my back, summoning sleep.

I woke sometime in the middle of the night in desperate need of a bathroom. Crawling out of the bed as quietly as I could I cursed the fact Masen didn't have his own bathroom then collected my clothes. As I slipped on my last shoe Masen shifted, turning to face where I had just been lying. Instead of wrapping his arm around my body he hugged the pillow.

Stepping up to the bed, I watched him for a few moments then lightly ran my fingers along the sharp edge of his face.

It was hard leaving him there, his back lit up by the moonlight. However, becoming absolutely necessary in order to find a bathroom.

Without the sight of him to change my mind I snuck out the front door instead of back in his warm bed with him and headed home where I belonged.


I mean, how does she not belong back in bed with Masen?