Page 50 of Fun and Games
"I'm going to keep that a secret," I said. "Are you free some time this week?"
"I can be," Mason replied. "Why am I suddenly nervous?"
"Don't be," I said. "It's going to be fun. I just want to surprise you, that's all. Trust me?"
"Whatever it is, I guess it can't be worse than any of the so-calledsurprisesConnor's done to me over the years," he said.
I was already making plans in my head, figuring out how exactly to pull it off, when Mason came and wrapped his arms around my waist.
"Maybe instead of worrying about this surprise you have for me, I should be worried about you stalking me," he said with a tilt of his lips. "After all, you've been following me online for years, right? I'm basically a celebrity to you, aren't I? You might as well be one of those groupies that used to follow Connor around," he teased.
I poked him in the chest with my index finger.
"Don't go getting a swelled head," I told him.
Mason pulled me close, until my hips were fitted neatly against his.
"Are you going to squeal and cry over me?" His lips twitched in a suppressed smirk. "Are you going to fall at my feet and swoon?"
I raised an eyebrow as a wicked idea started forming in my mind.
"So that's what you've been thinking about, have you?" I asked.
Mason cocked his head. "What?"
Now it was my turn to suppress a smirk.
"Have you been thinking about having me at your feet?" I asked innocently. "On my knees, maybe?" I ran a single finger along his belt, toying with the buckle. "Is that what you've been fantasizing about?" I peeked up at him through my lashes. "You want me on my knees in front of you?"
Mason let out a small noise, his eyes beginning to burn with fire. I palmed the rising bulge in his jeans.
"Is this what you want?" I repeated with a sly smile.
Mason cupped the back of my head, fingers sifting through the strands.
"I've been thinking about that pretty pink mouth of yours for weeks." His voice was already hoarse with desire.
I slid to my knees without another word. His nostrils flared, and his eyes burned even hotter. I rocked back on my heels and unbuckled his belt, keeping my gaze trained on his eyes the entire time. I unbuttoned his jeans. I slid down the zipper. I reached in and took his already stiff cock in my hands, never breaking eye contact.
The blaze that ignited in that brilliant green nearly took my breath away. He wanted this so fucking bad. And I was going to give it to him.
I leaned forward and licked the head. He let out a muffled grunt. I swirled my tongue around in a circle. He moaned. I sucked him into my mouth, taking him deep. He cursed out loud, gripping my hair tight in his fist, the muscles in his thighs clenching.
"That fucking mouth of yours…" he groaned in pleasure.
I bobbed up and down, licking and sucking and playing, relishing the sounds that fell from his mouth. He was big, big enough that I struggled to take him as deep as I wanted. The salty-sweet flavor made my mouth water, and I wanted more. I wanted all of him.
Before long he was panting and gasping, and I knew he was close. I inhaled a deep breath and darted forward to swallow him whole, taking his entire cock into my mouth, wrapping my lips around him and sucking hard.
"Fuck—! Bree—!" Mason threw his head back and shouted as he spilled himself inside me. Liquid heat coated my tongue, and I savored the taste as I took it all.
His legs trembled with the effort it took to stay standing. He doubled over, burying his face in the hair at the top of my head. His cock left my mouth with a wet pop. I licked my lips, enjoying the last few drops of him.
"Holy shit," he panted. "Bree…"
He was at a loss for words. A smug sense of satisfaction rose inside me.
Mason tugged me to my feet and plastered his lips to mine, not seeming to mind his own taste. He devoured me to within an inch of my life, leaving me breathless.
