Page 7 of Stood Up
“Where did you meet him? What happened? What the hell is going on!?” Lila asks loudly into the phone.
Mason’s lips attack my neck, up and down, giving me hot caresses. His tongue darts out, licking my skin and sending that strike of lightning through me. One of my most sensitive places is my neck and behind my ear. I absolutely love when those parts of me are given special attention. At this rate, though, he’s going to know all my pulse points before we even leave the parking lot.
“Aiden!” she yells, pulling me to the phone call instead of the wetness between my legs.
“I met him at the restaurant. I’m going home with him.” His lips stop momentarily, and I feel them form a smile on my neck. “So, if I end up chopped up into little pieces, it’s his fault.” His smile turns into a deep laugh, and as much as it’s sexy as hell, I want his lips back on my neck.
“This isn’t a time for your smartass, Aiden. You’re seriously going home with him? Have you been drinking?” Lila barks into the phone like she’s my mother. I’m twenty-eight-years-old, and I’m pretty sure it’s a rite of passage to have a one-night stand at some point in one’s life. He’s hot. My friends know him, and I don’t get any sinking feelings that he’d hurt me in any way. If I were ever going to do it, this would be the man for me.
“I’m perfectly fine. I wanted you to know where I was going. I’ll call you in the morning.” She begins to speak, but I hang up the phone before I hear what she says. No doubt she’s going to tell me how stupid my decision is, but I need to live a little. I’ll get her to understand tomorrow. Or I’ll regret it. Those are really the only two options at this point, and I’m hoping it’s not the latter.
Tonight, I don’t have to worry about if Mason will cheat on me. I don’t have to think about the complications of being in a relationship. I don’t have to worry about if he’ll come home for dinner or have another late night at the office. No, tonight, I can be free and let it all go. Just feel.
“I’ll follow you.” He eyes me skeptically like I’m going to run away from him the moment I get in my car. He doesn’t know me, but when I decide something—it’s go big or go home. I’m ready to go big, and I’m not going home. “I want my car there so I can leave when I want. It’s not negotiable.”
He kisses me hard again. “Follow close.”
The drive is short, about fifteen minutes or so. His sleek Lincoln Navigator pulls into a gated community, then up to a monstrosity of a home. Nothing small about this thing. Mason Dean obviously has money. I can’t help but wonder how many women he’s brought back to his home. But I push it down. This isn’t about anything more than tonight.It doesn’t matter if he’s brought women back here or not. It’s about you and him and this moment.
The two-story home is beautiful with lights illuminating all the windows. Its brick stones give off a very comfortable feel, yet the house has class and elegance written all over it. But that’s not why I’m here. I don’t care about his money or his house or hell, what he drives. I only care about what he can give me without my clothes on. It’s the sole purpose of this visit. Nothing less, nothing more.
He parks his car in front of one of the four garage stalls then I follow suit. This is it. What woman in her right mind would have to talk herself up to go to bed with Mason Dean? I guess me. I can do this, though. I will do this. I don’t want to think. I just want to feel sexy, desirable, and pleasured. So far, he’s made me feel all of those, and excitement stirs in my core.
My car door swings open, and Mason holds out his hand in a very gentlemanly gesture. I tuck my keys in my purse then take him up on his offer. He moves not an inch, just stares at me, and the longer he does, the more I see in his eyes. The lust, the hunger, the desire, and it’s all from me. Wow. It’s so damn powerful, I fear my knees will go out.
“You’re fucking beautiful,” he says as he takes my lips, claiming ownership of them to do anything he wants. One moment we’re kissing by my car, the next he’s unlocking the door and pulling me into his home. Mason pushes my back against the solid wooden door all the while his lips and tongue continually devour me. I suck him in and allow my thoughts to drift away.
Mason grips my ass roughly, then I’m up in the air, my legs wrapping around his hips to help hold myself up. My dress moving up with the force. All the while my fingers find purchase in his gorgeous hair. I burn the feel of his hard body and fierce kisses in my memory banks, never wanting to forget this feeling of pure desire.
We move, but my eyes stay closed concentrating only on my body and his. Enjoying every moment of his assault and giving it my all.
He stops, and his hands leave my ass. I take that as the cue to put my legs down, so I do and look into his eyes. I was right. They glitter with want and need. That rush surges inside me.
“First, hard and fast. Gotta take the edge off.”Take the edge off?I can’t contemplate the words because he turns me to the couch and pushes my back down so my head is resting on the cushion and my belly is on the arm holding my ass up in the air.
I know I’m dripping and ready for him, but this is going way too fast. So fast it’ll be over before it starts, and I don’t want that, not yet at least.
“Mason, I…”
A zipper goes down then the sound of foil being torn. My dress is already bunched up and my underwear is ripped from my body. I let out a gasp. Hell, that was sexy, and the throb in my clit strengthens.Guess I’ll need to buy new underwear.I have to admit, if there were ever a reason for it, I’d want it to be this one.
“Gotta fuck you.” He gives me no notice and sinks his cock inside me so damn deep that I do in fact feel him in my throat, just like he said earlier. He’s so large and long, stretching me to the point of slight pain, but I love it and try to adjust wiggling my ass. I’m pretty positive I’ve never taken anyone this long before because he hits a tender spot inside of me that has never been woken up, having me groaning loud in pleasure and a slight twinge of pain. The sting goes away quickly though.
My core builds and pussy tightens around him as he stills inside of me. I’m not sure for what, but it’s as if he’s enjoying this one moment, the feel of me wrapped around him. I know I’m sure enjoying it even though I’m eager.
My clit throbs and begs for attention and release. “Mason, please.” Fast or not, I’m ready to explode, and I just need a bit more to put me over the edge.
The words snap him out of his head, and he moves. Boy, does he move. His fingers dig into my hips as I rock back meeting each of his thrusts, taking me closer and closer to the pivotal edge. Mason’s movements become so hard the couch skids on the floor with each one, and my body shakes roughly. It hurts so damn good. The only sounds in the room are my moans and the slap of flesh on flesh only turning me on more.
“Tighten that pussy for me.” He grunts.
I feel my core tightening just as he angles and hits my sweet spot. I implode.
“Fuck yeah. Scream my name, Aiden.” For some bizarre reason I do, just as I feel him twitch inside of me still thrusting like a mad man. The climax is hard, and the muscles in my abdomen clutch so tightly that a bit of pain is left in the wake. My legs tremble, and I’m thankful for the couch taking on my weight because I’m not sure I could hold myself at the moment.
He stills on top of me, and it hits me—we didn’t even make it to the bedroom. Nor did we take the time to get our clothes off. Never in my life has someone wanted me so badly that they fucked me with my clothes on because one more second was too long not to be inside of me.
That thought fills an aching hole inside that scares the shit out of me because I like it a hell of a lot.
Mason’s cock gives a jolt, and he slowly pulls out of me. Each nerve he touches gives me slight aftershocks and I wiggle my hips getting a bit of friction as I do.
Shit, do I leave? Grab my torn underwear and go? I mean, we had sex, that’s why I came here so it’s time to leave. There should be a manual or something about one-night stand etiquette or something. Maybe I need to Google that at some point. Not now of course, but it would have been nice.
That aching part of me that filled moments ago empties again as I rise and pull my skirt down over my ass. I look to my torn unwearable underwear, not being able to salvage them. It looks like commando it is.
“I’ll go,” I say, turning to look for my purse. I know I had it in my hand when we came in, but I can’t seem to find it. Shit.
A steel arm wraps around my waist as Mason’s heat hits my back, his mouth coming to my ear. “You’re not going anywhere. No where near done fucking you.”
The sexy promise is enough for my sated pussy to awaken again.
