Page 27 of Fun and Games
His eyebrows rose high on his forehead.
"Okay…?" he trailed off.
"I'm not looking for anything long term." I bit my lip, wondering what his reaction would be.
His face screwed up, almost looking horrified.
"Neither am I," he replied immediately. "Were you thinking I was?"
"I just want to make sure we're on the same page," I said. "We had that one-night stand and it was great, but then you invited me out to hang with your friends, and… I don't know. I was wondering where we stood."
"Right now you're sitting here between my legs and I'm three seconds away from tearing your clothes off," he said. "That's as far into the future as I'm thinking. We're just having fun, like you said."
Relief blossomed in my chest.
"Okay," I said. "Good."
"Can I return to ravishing you now?" His eyes sparkled.
"God, yes."
He captured my lips in a scorching kiss, and I opened to him with a moan.
But even as our tongues battled, that relief was tinged with a hint of sadness. I couldn't pinpoint why. I'd cleared things up between us, right? We had both agreed this was just for fun. There was nothing serious going on. That was exactly what I was looking for, right?
Then why was there an ache of regret throbbing in my chest?
Mason slid his hand up my skirt and ran a finger between the valley of my thighs, over my panties, and all thoughts of regret fled. His lithe fingers sneaked under the elastic and found my folds, searching for my entrance.
He groaned as he found me already wet and wanting. Then it was my turn to groan as he slid two fingers inside me and pressed a thumb against my clit.
"Feel good?" he murmured against my mouth. "You like the feeling of my fingers fucking into you?"
A moaning whine was the only sound I could make as he pumped in and out, the rough scratch of his skin a delicious friction against my soft and silken inner walls.
"So wet already," he breathed. "Can't wait to get fucked, can you?"
I whimpered and thrashed my head back and forth as his fingers sped up. His hand worked me underneath my panties, not even bothering to take them off as he drove me into a frenzy.
"I want you to come," he said. "Come on my hand, Bree."
I gasped out loud, a sharp, quick inhalation.
"Come for me," he ordered, crooking his fingers and hitting that one spot inside me. "I want to feel that tight pussy squeezing around my fingers."
"Ahh—!" My insides clenched down around him as I exploded, my mouth dropping open as my vision went white, then dark.
When my eyes could focus again, I was still pulsing and fluttering around him.
"Now I'm going to take that sweet pussy of yours," Mason growled.
I exhaled a sharp squeak as he yanked me up, maneuvering my limp body until I was bent over the sofa, ass up. His cock probed between my still-quivering folds. Somehow he'd slipped on protection while I'd been blissing out.
"Tell me what you want, Bree," Mason demanded. "Tell me what you need."
"I need you to fuck me," I moaned.
He stabbed into me, his thick cock piercing me to my very core. I shouted again as his thighs slapped against my ass, bottoming out. It felt as if he'd filled every inch of me, so thick, so big, it was almost impossible to believe I'd taken him all.
