Page 35 of Boundaries

“You’re so tight,” he whispered.

Oh my God, it felt like there was a liquid fire down there. The sensation of his fingers inside me was immense.

“God, oh my God,” I panted, helplessly.

“No—Mason,” he contradicted in a deep, masculine voice; obviously needing me to know, that he was the one giving me such pleasure. Mason’s fingers pushed deeper inside me, his thumb working that sublime magic.

I wasn’t totally naïve. I’d read books, heard about it from friends and although I was not completely firing on all cylinders, I could feel my climax approaching. I raised my arm and grabbed Mason’s shoulder to keep myself upright, my nails digging into the skin there.

Mason, continued to stroke me, faster, setting that perfect rhythm, a tempo he owned. Just like me.

“Cum for me,” he said, his lips grazing the cuff of my ear again.

And I did. My head fell back as my body jack-knifed, my breasts pushing forward. That rush of pleasure was euphoric, like a feeling I had been missing since becoming a woman. I gasped, reaching that pinnacle, panting as I reached the most insane level of sexual fulfilment.

The curve of my body forced my head to the side, exposing my neck. Mason bit down on my skin once more, that pain again adding to my frenzy, my come-down from that high. Waves of pleasure danced through me.

My legs suddenly felt wobbly, my body weak. I was panting so hard you’d think I’d been running for miles. My nipples were tender too.

Mason held me upright and turned me slowly in his arms. I raised my fingers and braced myself, my hands on his shoulders, seeking support. He lowered his forehead and placed it against mine. We were both breathing heavily, and I could feel the hardness of his penis against my belly. He was huge down there.

My body was shaking and I clung onto Mason with our heads together, eyes closed.

After a while, Mason lifted his head and again, positioned his lips at my ear. He kissed the shell gently before he said, “Now your first orgasm belongs to a McKenna.”

And WHOOSH! It was like someone had thrown a bucket of ice-cold water over me. Shame that I’d never experienced chewed into me. My cheeks must have been flushed as they were burning.

What the hell had just happened? Mason McKenna had just put his fingers inside me and I’d let him? Was with him every fucking step of the way. I had wanted it, needed it like I needed the breath in my body.

I took a shaky step back, my legs feeling like they were attached with elastic. I felt pained and wronged, the total opposite of that sensation seconds ago. The feeling of remorse was so much stronger than after our kiss.

Mason’s heavy-lidded gaze stared down at me, taking in my no doubt flushed features. He wasn’t unaffected by what had happened, but he had more control than me.

Pulling my arm back, I slapped him across the face, as hard as I could, tears clouding my vision. In a heartbeat, he had turned something so beautiful and natural into something seedy and wrong. He had taken what was my first sexual experience and turned it dark and dirty.

At that moment, I truly hated him.

Mason’s head rocked to the side with the force of the impact, before he turned his jaw back to face me. There were too many emotions passing over his features to be defined and with a sob, I drew away and set off running down the gap between the huts. I had to get out of there, the shame of what I’d allowed to happen jabbed into me like a dirty knife. My feet hurt as they hit the concrete, but I didn’t care.

I could hear him thundering behind me. His own steps hitting the gravel.

Mason swore under his breath before shouting, “Amy, wait!”

He yelled my name, and I knew he was gaining but I didn’t care. I couldn’t face him, allow him to see what he had done to me, how he had made me feel. To sum it up in one word. Weak and ashamed.

I got as far as the ramp, ignoring the impact of the hard ground against my bare feet. I just needed to get to Alex. Alex, OMG, what had I done? I’d cheated. I was filth, a slut. The kiss and now this?

Tears ran down my face, stinging my sun-kissed cheeks. I needed to get a fucking grip. If I got back to our group in a state, there’d be questions. Ones that I couldn’t and would never answer.

I could feel Mason at my back and heard him curse as I ran through the sand, my feet felt like lead as the grains pushed through my toes.

Mason grabbed my arm, stopping my retreat and spun me to face him, growling, “Will you just fucking stop, I just want…”

“Let go of me!” I screamed.

“Mase?”

I was cut off. “What’s going on?” Boyd McKenna’s voice added further insult to what was now the worst fucking night of my life.

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