Page 72 of Mason
“Mason?” She blinks in the dark. Her soft voice sounding in this space that is mine throws my world into chaos. She shouldn’t be here. It messes with my head so fucking bad to see her here.
I stare into alarmed blue eyes. I nod, brushing the backs of my knuckles over her cheeks. “Yeah, it’s me. You’re okay.” My breath hitches, my hands fisting at my sides. “But what the fuck are you doing up here?” The muscle at the back of my jaw twitches as I struggle to hold myself together.
She wets her lips, looking around, surprise etching her features, but I see it the second she realizes where she is. “S-sorry. I—” She presses her lips together and stares into my eyes, as if she’s willing me to understand without having to say it.
My eyes crash shut for a moment, trying to calm the torment creeping in. “You know how I feel about it. You know. I thought you understood.” When I open my eyes, my gaze pierces hers, and I struggle to get ahold of the frustration that whips through me so I can accept the apology in hers.
“I’m sorry. I don’t know what else to say except I like it up here. It calms me down. To be close to you.” Her brows knit together, and she swipes her fingers under her eyes, cringing when she finds liquid emotion there. “But… I guess my nightmares follow me everywhere. I wasn’t even safe here, where I thought I might be.” She bites down hard on her full lip, so hard I imagine the skin around her teeth would be white from the pressure if I could see the color in the dark.
I stare stonily at her for several seconds before scrubbing my hands over my face. My damaged heart skips over beats. I’m unsure if I want to share this with her, or if I even should, but I rasp, “Lennon, I have nightmares, too, and sometimes they’re so fucking real, I feel as though they’ll drag me away into the darkest shadows. I can’t conceptualize the difference between reality and dreams. Kinda like that night with you on the balcony.”
“Mason.” My name on her lips guts me.I can’t.But she reaches for me anyway.
Why does she fucking want my scarred heart? I’m no good for her, but I can’t help myself. Her pull is too great, the desire in her eyes too much for me to ignore. I yank my shirt over my head, then lock my gaze on her glittering blues. I go for the fly of my jeans, unfastening them and pushing them down over my hips, leaving me bare, my cock thickening with every passing moment. “Kintsukuroi.” My breath is shallow and fast. “You don’t know what you’re asking for when you reach for me.”
“I do, Mason.” She grabs the hem of her T-shirt and tugs it over her head, exposing the smooth skin of her abdomen and her full breasts before she tosses it aside. “I want everything that isyou.All your rage and confusion. All this talent. All the damaged parts of you. You aren’tyouwithout them.” She hesitates, her eyes a little glossy. “And especially right now… I need you.”
As I stare down at her, my jaw working to the side, she hooks her thumbs into the waistband of her panties, lifts her hips, and pushes them down, kicking them free.
She lies there, watching me, skin glowing in the moonlight and a sad smile on her lips. “Please, Mason. Let me lose myself inyou.I need our connection, need you to make it all go away. I know you understand me in a way no one else possibly can. We’re alike, you and I. That’s why you haven’t kicked me out of here, even though it makes you uncomfortable as hell. So, go ahead. Punish me for being here again.” The challenge in her eyes is bold and sure. But does she really understand?
My jaw tight, I nudge my way between her legs, spreading them wide. I skim a palm over the top of her smooth thigh. “If we take this further, I will wreck you.” My head dips, lips gliding over her lower abdomen. “If I let you in, let you see me fully, I will ruin you.”
Her pussy is wet, and I don’t know how she’s gotten into that state so damn quickly, but even in the dark, I can see her arousal. I dip down, a hand on either side at the juncture of her hips. Her scent is intoxicating. I nudge her opening with my nose and nip at her with my lips before I give in, needing the taste of her, too. I spear my tongue inside her cunt as deep as I can get it. The gasped moan that escapes her makes me do it again and again. Her hips buck toward my mouth as her pussy clenches around my tongue, and I can hardly wait to fill her up and feel those muscles spasm around my cock.
I give her a devilish lick all the way to her clit, where I circle and tease before sucking hard. “Y-yes!” She’d been watching me, but now her head falls back to the mattress. Her hips rock, and from the sound of the whimpers escaping her mouth, she’s close already.
Without warning her, I plunge two fingers inside her heat. The air whooshes from her lungs, and she brings her gaze back to me, her mouth dropping open with the surprise of it. She heaves out a breath, coming up on her elbows, and I drag my fingers slowly in and out, curling them just so. “That’s it. Watch the way I’m going to dismantle you, piece by broken piece.”
Her breath catches, and I don’t know if she objected to the words or not, but her body agrees with me, the orgasm hitting her out of nowhere. The look on her face is priceless. A thing of beauty.
She rides my fingers and my mouth, not shy at all about the moaning she’s doing. When it’s over, she drops to her back, breathing hard, but then she eyes me from where she’s lying. “I don’t care if you take me apart, because you’ll put me back together again like the pottery you nicknamed me after.” At my arched brow, she nods. “I know what it means, Mason. But I don’t care what you put me back together with—it doesn’t have to be gold or beautiful—so long as it’s you who’s doing it.”
“You finally looked it up,” I grit out. It’s not a question, and she doesn’t bother responding. She shudders as I run my fingers through her wet folds and collect the moisture there before bringing it to my cock. I stroke my hard-on with her eyes on me, glued to every smooth glide of my fist, every slight twist of my wrist when I get to the head. I crawl over her, clasping her hands in mine over her head. I dip my head, taking one of her nipples into my mouth, slowly circling the pebbled skin before I take it between my teeth, biting hard enough that she gasps before sucking in air.
“Oh god.”
I nod, shifting to the other breast, only this time, I suck hard on her nipple until her pelvis bucks beneath me. She throws her slim leg around my back in an attempt to bring me closer, so I give her what she wants, still tormenting her nipple, but now letting her feel the underside of my cock. She tips her pelvis, getting just the right friction, and before long, her body is twisting, and she’s crying out beneath me.
I release her breast with a wet pop. My gaze roams over her, then I ease back, releasing her hands for a better look. One nipple has a bite mark around it that I think might be visible in the morning. The other I’ve sucked so hard it’s red and wet from my mouth. It makes my balls ache, looking at her laid out like this.
“Do it. You know you want to.” She slides a hand down her stomach, fingers briefly brushing over her clit before they scissor and stroke the sensitive skin on either side of her slit. Her back arches, and her breath stutters. Eyes locked on me, I can’t stop myself from watching her fingers move, how she touches herself, so bold and sassy, just like she is outside of the bedroom. This is the real her. There are no lies here. Slowly, she dips those same fingers inside herself, pumping them in and out. “Mase,” she gasps out.
I groan, taking my cock in hand and stroking it firmly. She removes her fingers, and I line the head up with her opening, grasping the backs of her legs, then slide into her. My head riots, my vision going dark around the edges. Her pussy. It’s so fucking tight, squeezing every last bit of my dick until I’m fully seated inside her. It’s exactly like I remembered from the five seconds I was inside her before. Only this time, I’m fucking finishing.
Her mouth has dropped open, passion etching every feature.
I ease back, watching how her eyes practically roll back in her head, then push into her again. I grunt with the pleasure of it. It’s too good. Too right.Fuck.
Touching my thumb to her clit, I rub in feverish strokes and circles, not willing to stop until she comes undone again. She watches me as I slide smoothly in and out of her. My head goes hazy as she widens her legs, and before I know what she’s doing, she’s slipped her hand between them, fingers brushing the underside of my dick where I’m entering her.
Her breath goes ragged, and I don’t have a fucking clue what she’s enjoying most—my thumb on her clit, my cock in her pussy, or her fingers down there, feeling me fuck her. Maybe it’s the entire damn thing combined. A moment later, she grabs at her breast, pulling at the nipple. She bites down on her lip before she cries out, her hips undulating, and fucked if my balls don’t draw up, completely ready to come.
No.Not yet.
I stretch out over her, thinking a change in angle is what I need, but instead, I groan, the contact of skin on skin almost too much for me to take. I pause for a moment, looking into her dazed eyes. I could fucking drown in the blue depths of them. My heart pounds and pounds, wondering how I thought this would end well. She’s doing something to me. My chest clenches hard, and I try to breathe through it, but I don’t know how to stop the feeling creeping inside me.
Lennon catches the corner of her lip with her teeth, sliding her arms around my neck at the same time her legs lock me in at the waist. “You feel so good inside me, Mase.”
