Page 23 of Stood Up
“What?” I ask, placing my hand on my naked hip and cocking it. “I need you.”
The light in his eyes sparks bright as if what I said is the key to his pleasure, and I love it. He reaches down, unbuttons his jeans, and pulls them down just enough to get his cock out.
“Ride me hard, baby.” His words have the hair on the back of my neck standing on end and wetness pooling in my core.
I waste no time. Instead of slowly inserting him into my body, I lay my ass down hard, and he impales me. Screams echo through the room as he stretches me in agonizing pleasure.
“Damn, Aiden,” he moans, and I love hearing him say my name like that. Love that I do that to this man. After adjusting I waste no time, and I ride him hard, deep, and without a pause. Up and down. In and out. It doesn’t take long before we both cry out our releases.
My forehead crashes to his shoulder as I suck in oxygen.
Without a word, Mason picks me up, my legs wrapping around his hips as he carries me to his room. He lays me on the bed and strips off his clothes before climbing into bed with me. Pulling me close to his body, the warmth surrounds me.
“Sleep,” he says softly. “Don’t think of leaving, Aiden.”
A smile tips my lips just as I fall asleep.
You know that place between consciousness and unconscious, I’m drifting there, just hovering, wondering which way my body is going to go. Personally, I say go back to sleep because Mason woke me up several times during the night and even though sated, my body needs rest. But something doesn’t feel right, and I wake up.
First thing I notice is I’m cold, very cold. Turning, Mason isn’t in the bed and the clock says ten am.
Holy shit! I haven’t slept this late in forever, no wonder he’s up. He’s probably gone to the office. Thank God I don’t have any meetings scheduled. The covers fly off in one swoop, and I remember my clothes are still in the living room along with my bag that has my extras. Seeing the polo shirt Mason had on last night, I grab it and pull it over my body. I listen and don’t hear much.
Turning to the door, I practically run into Mason, my hands going up to prevent the impact.
“Morning.” His low gravelly voice is sexy as all hell, but if he’s here then I’m sure he has to get to the office, and I need to leave.
“Morning. I’m going to get my things and head out,” I tell him trying to go around him, but he stops me.
“Head where?”
“Home and to the office.”
“First, I fuck you then you can go.”
I flip my hair to the side needing a distraction. “You think so.”
“I know so, but first,” he lifts his hand which holds my purse, “your phone has been ringing. You may want to see who it is.”
It could be a number of people, and with Mason looking like he could eat me for breakfast, I really don’t want to talk to any of them.
But as I have my thoughts, the damn thing goes off again. “Thanks,” I mutter then turn to my purse, digging out the obnoxious sounding machine reading the display,Mr. James Calling.Shit. I have no doubt that he’s done waiting for the computer program to help with his inventory.
“I have to take this.”
Mason leans down and kisses my forehead. “Okay.” He steps away and it’s then that I notice he’s naked as the day he was born. Not only that, his thick cock is straining and hard.
“Go take a shower or get ready for work or something,” I mumble, but he doesn’t listen. Instead, he climbs on the bed and lays there like a model, his gaze not leaving me for a second.
The phone vibrates and rings again, snapping me away from ogling him. I turn away and answer, “Mr. James. Good morning. What can I do for you?”
“I’ve called you several times. What? Taking the day off, Ms. Porter?”
“I’m sorry I missed your call. What can I do for you?” I say, ignoring thetaking the day offjab.I’ve learned to brush off some of those things and roll with the punches.
“The computer program. I need it by the end of the week.” Considering today is Wednesday that meant by tomorrow.
“Let me call and see if it is ready, and I’ll get back with you.”
“Today, Ms. Porter.” He disconnects. Over the years, I’ve gotten used to my clients. Each has something different, and it’s finding what works for the both of us. It’s another reason I’m great at my job. Part of me wants to turn and see Mason’s expression, but I fight it.
I dial the number of my tech guy, and he answers on the first ring. Luckily, he has only a couple more tweaks and the program will be done. He should have it for me by this afternoon. This works out well. Instead of calling Mr. James right away, I toss my phone in my purse. I’d rather wait to have the program in my possession before contacting him.
Turning to Mason, he lay stroking his cock up and down from base to tip. I lick my lips, wanting to taste him.
“Come put your lips on me,” he orders as I toss my purse to the floor and crawl onto the bed using my hands and knees. His cock is thick, veined, and so damn long; there’s no way I’ll be able to fit it all in my mouth. But I’ve never been a quitter. I refuse to be one now.
