Page 34 of Boundaries

“You’re deluded. I was winding you up,” I stated in a tone surprisingly even.

“I know, and now I’m retaliating,” he whispered with a flash in his eyes. His voice was husky and the promise in it caused a wave of lust to rush through me, heat pulsing, like a river of fire.

The wine, mixed with the sun and the male glory that was Mason, suddenly made me brave. What would I do if he tried to kiss me again? That thought lit a torch inside me. Had my breathing quickened? I couldn’t form any words; I was suddenly tongue-tied.

At that moment, I realised that even if I could rewind time back to before I’d taunted Mason, I would still say those same words. Mock his sexuality. I wanted this showdown, needed it. The battle of wits between us was a turn-on and I realised that I had always known this, but had never accepted it.

Mason watched me with a stare that could have melted steel. I took a moment trying to decide how to respond, my palms suddenly felt clammy, but before I could answer, he made his move.

Mason shifted then and switched places with me, tugging me off the wall with his hands on my arms and turning us. He leaned his back against the hut and then dragged me firmly back against his chest again. I could feel he was hard against my spine and knowing that I had made that happen again, forced a panted breath from my body, it came out like a sexual sigh of pleasure.

“I’ve been wanting to touch that tight little body of yours all day.” He inhaled against my neck, taking in my scent which I would imagine was mixed with salt from the sea.

So, Mason had been at the beach all day. Probably watching me. The thought excited me more.

He held me against him, and I leaned back, basking in that heat and strength behind me. My nipples were so hard they ached. I felt confused, but my body was telling my head to shut the fuck up and go with it. I needed this, whatever it was. I felt like I had been wound so tightly and now something had sprung open.

Mason started to nuzzle my neck, his nose skimming my pulse and I tilted my head to allow him access. Keeping his hold on one of my arms, he released the other and smoothed my ponytail to one side, exposing the skin of my neck even more. Goosebumps broke out across my arms. What am I doing, what am I allowing to happen again? This boy made me sexually curious, and I so hadn’t seen that coming.

The feel of Mason’s lips against the softness of my throat felt amazing. I lit up like a bonfire and I craved his touch everywhere.

His tongue tasted me there, and then I felt his free hand slide down my belly to the top button of my denim skirt. A jet of fear mixed with excitement bubbled in the pit of my stomach. OMG, was he going to…

Still kissing my neck and bare shoulder, Mason slowly released the top buttons of my skirt, before sliding his hand slowly into the waistband. My legs suddenly felt like jelly and I parted them slightly so I didn’t lose my balance.

A gasp fell from my mouth.

And then, things kicked up into the next gear. I leaned back onto him, Mason supporting me with his rock-hard frame.

I held my breath as that strong hand then slid down into my bikini bottoms and I was lost. I resisted the nervous instinct to close my legs. I wanted, no needed to know how it would feel to be touched down there.

Intense excitement thundered through my pubic bone and up into my chest and my back arched automatically. The feel of his fingers against my bare flesh created a sensation, unlike anything I had known. I unhooked my fingers from the belt loop of my skirt and wrapped them around his wrist, stopping him from going any further. His fingertips rested on the soft thatch of hair at the junction between my thighs.

“Mason…” I said breathlessly.

His hand’s journey into the unknown ceased, and he lifted his head, whispering into my ear, “If you want me to stop, I’ll stop.” He was giving me a choice, the chance to say no.

My nails must have been digging into his skin as I battled with a thousand thoughts racing around my head.

And then, I let go.

My hand dropped to my side, the invitation for him to carry the hell on was out there.

I felt his lips curl into a smile against the shell of my ear, before he lowered his mouth to my shoulder again. His teeth pinched the skin there as his hand slipped further into my bikini, and more heat flooded between my thighs. That slight pain in my neck was also pleasurable.

Mason’s fingers stroked the core of me, gently but confidently. He’d probably done this to a hundred girls, but right then, I didn’t care.

I heard the moan, but wasn’t aware that it came from my lips. I was so hot, it felt like I was about to erupt.

Mason continued to touch me there and my pelvis moved towards that beautiful sensation he was creating as he cupped me.

“You’re soaking wet,” he whispered against my skin, nibbling, and tasting the softness of my neck and shoulder.

My body was on fire and my mouth parted as his free hand moved to grip my hip, his fingers continuing to work their magic. It was bliss, I was soaring, and that feeling in my body was getting stronger, my breath being coaxed from my lungs in long, unsteady pants.

Just when I thought the feeling couldn’t get any better, Mason slid one, sure, confident finger inside me and I almost came apart. My knees felt weak. He must have noticed the change in me, as he slid his free arm under my breasts to hold me upright, his hand catching my nipple, sending another thrill through me.

Between my legs, Mason caressed that special bundle of nerves with his thumb whilst sliding another finger inside me.

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