Page 8 of Stood Up
Chapter 4
Aiden
“Toldyou I needed to get the edge off. Now, it’s time to play.” Mason’s words are like melted butter, and I wonder whatplaywill entail. Guess I’m not leaving after all, which is a relief I didn’t know I wanted. I smile at that thought because I’m not ready nor is my humming body.
He releases me, yet keeps my hand in his, looking sexy as all hell. His button-down shirt covers his groin area, and his cock tents it. I’m not sure how he can go again, but he’s definitely ready. Damn man has stamina. His suit is on and still perfect other than the middle. It’s so unbelievably sexy.
Mason pulls me to the door, locks it then sets some alarm panel next to the frame. I try to take in the room, but he hauls me so quickly I have trouble because it’s all a blur. Down a hall, up the stairs, and down another hall then through an open door.
My breath leaves my lungs as I take in his bedroom. Mahogany wood makes up the two dressers, tall cabinet wardrobe, two nightstands and an enormous bed. The bed has to be a custom design because I’ve never seen a bed this large before. The large posts on each of the four sides looks as though they’ve been carved by hand and utterly unique. The bedding is made of blacks and grays, looking so soft I could sleep for a year, yet masculine at the same time.
Two of the walls are a soft cream, while the other two are a grayish blue color. There’s some abstract art on the walls with the same colors in the room. I’m unable to make anything out of them, though. The overall appearance is outstanding and puts my slinky bedroom to shame.
Mason turns to me, getting right in my space. “Clothes off. On the bed.” He unbuttons his shirt quickly as I take in his words. I’m momentarily stunned by what he’s been hiding under that fabric. He’s cut. Abs and pecks all ready to be licked and touched. The kind you see in magazines but truly don’t think are real. They’re real for him and for me, for the night. Holy hell.
“Aiden,” he warns, and it sends prickles over my skin. Reaching to the hem of my dress, I pull it off with one swipe, tossing it to a nearby chair. I’m naked from the waist down thanks to his ripping off my panties and all. My top half is covered with a killer hot pink lace bra that pushes my girls up to full potential. I don’t have any trouble in the boob department, but the dress I had on needed a boost so I went with one of the best bras I have.
I watch as he lets his suit pants fall to the floor all the while kicking off his sleek black shoes and socks. His cock stands to attention, thumping against his abs as he moves, begging for me to touch it. When I make my way up to his eyes, they’re on me with a fire so bright I’m afraid I’m about to get burned in the most delicious of ways.
Reaching behind my back, I unhook my bra, but only let the straps fall down and use my arm to cover my breasts, the fabric meshed between them. Clad in only heels and my barely hanging on bra, I see the want in his eyes and it gives me a sense of womanly power. A sex appeal that I thought was dormant or maybe lost forever, but judging from the way he looks at me, it’s alive and well. It’s a hell of an ego rush.
“Drop the arm.” His voice echoes demandingly through the room. Ever so slowly I do so, letting the fabric fall to the floor. He sucks in a deep breath, and I love that I have such a sexy effect on him. A man like him, as attractive and controlled, could have anyone he wants, and I feed off the knowledge that he chose me. Let’s not forget, though, I chose him as well.
Mason charges toward me. A small part of me wants to cower because he looks as if he’s the bull, and I’m the red flag about to be torn to shreds. The other part of me is excited, aroused, and ready for whatever this man has in store. I go with the second and hold my ground.
He lifts me with ease and somehow manages to get my shoes off as they clatter to the hardwood floor.
Mason tosses me onto the bed like I weigh nothing, and I bounce twice before my back rests on the softness. Before I can say or do anything, his hard body is on top of mine, skin to skin, heat to heat. His cock rests just at the entrance of my pussy as I cradle his hips between my legs. He devours my mouth taking his time, leaving no part untouched. He gives special attention to my bottom lip pulling, sucking, and licking it.
Mason moves to my jaw then to my neck. My hips buck and pussy throbs.
“Got yourself a sweet spot.” He groans then licks from my collarbone up my neck to my ear. Arousal flares, and I don’t answer because his lips begin their assault on my neck. I say assault because each touch is all consuming, raw and real. I’ve never came just from my neck being kissed, but it is a strong possibility here. His lips are soft, yet his tongue is fierce. The combination only drives me higher and higher.
I rub my clit on his cock back and forth, just needing a small bit of friction to send me over. He moves, screwing up my plan because I’m no longer able to rock myself on him. My body is a live electrical wire and ready, yet he continues to take his time at my neck learning each little movement I make with each spot he touches.
It’s sexy as hell that he’s trying to learn my body and what makes me tick. I can’t remember the last time a man took that much time with me in one place, cherishing me. Because that’s what I feel right now, cherished, wanted, sexy. Like I’m everything that Mason needs in this moment, and the same goes for me.
His lips move down to my collarbone, chest, nipples where he spends a lot of time sucking each peak, then down my belly to the inside of my thigh and then to my pussy. Mason’s warmth covers me, sucking, nipping, licking. His tongue fully enters me, fucking me rough and hard while his thumb puts pressure on my clit.
“My tongue was made to fuck your pussy.”
I groan and arch my hips, not wanting to get away, yet the build is growing crazily and the urge to move overcomes me. He stabs his tongue in and out of me over and over stopping every few jabs to suck hard on my clit. I’m right there, right on the hill ready to crash over into oblivion.
Mason jerks his face away like he can tell my orgasm is right on the cusp. I yell out in frustration only to hear him chuckle. “Don’t stop,” I demand.
He doesn’t listen. Instead, Mason climbs up my body and kisses my lips. I taste myself on him, and something about that shoves my already on the edge body closer to the cliff. The taste of him and I mixed together is so toxic, I find myself sucking every bit of it from his mouth.
“Are you on the pill?” he asks, looking deep in my eyes. His penetrating gaze feels like he can look deep into my soul, which puts a bit of fear in me, but not enough to stop.
“Yes.” I’ve been on it for years because of horrible periods. The doctors took forever to find the right concoction because of the pain and finally found one that’s right for me. Not that I’d tell him all of that.
“I’m clean. I want you bareback.”
I know I’m clean. Am I really going to let this man come inside of me? That thought is both arousing and terrifying. Even the longest boyfriend I had, I made glove up each time.Feel, Aiden—just feel.The little devil on my shoulder is obviously winning tonight. My body tingles from top to toe in anticipation of being so close with this man—of feeling everything from him.
“Yes,” I moan, and he slides inside of me. He laces our fingers together on either side of my head. His thrusts aren’t rushed like before. No, they’re agonizingly slow and steady. I plead with my eyes, but he doesn’t pick up the pace. Instead, he holds my hands and looks into my eyes all the while pumping his cock inside of me over and over.
My heart does some weird feeling thing, and I close my eyes trying to block him out. Trying to close off anything dealing with my heart. This is just sex.One night.
