Page 85 of Fun and Games
"Whatthingswould that be?" Mason asked.
"The sex in public thing, and now the sex over the phone thing," I said.
"Interesting you should mention the sex in public thing…" Mason's hand on my knee rose higher, caressing my thigh. "The karaoke wasn't the only reason I brought you here." His fingers stroked my inner thigh, over the fabric of my skirt.
"What are you doing?" I asked evenly.
"You said there were a lot less risky places to do this than in an IKEA." He inched my skirt up bit by bit, scrunching the fabric up in his fist. "That's when I thought of this place."
"You thought a skeezy dive bar was a great place to feel me up?" My senses went on high alert, aware of every press of his fingertips into my skin, making shivers run up my spine.
"I thought a skeezy dive bar was a great place tonot get caughtfeeling you up," he corrected as the hem of my skirt met the waistband, leaving my panties just peeking out from between my squeezed-together thighs.
Thank god the booth we were sitting at had a high, circular back and a tall table. Nobody would be able to see Mason's hand as he traced a line around the elastic of my panties, running his fingers along the crease where hip met thigh.
"Are you seriously going to do this?" I asked, aiming for an arched tone, but the words came out half-breathless.
"Are you seriously telling me to stop?" he murmured into my ear. "Tell me you don't want me my fingers fucking you right now."
I bit my lip. I knew how strong his fingers were, how deft and talented they were at wringing out pleasure.
I let out a small, wanton noise and nodded, giving him permission, giving in. No, I wasn't going to stop him.
He used his large palm to ease my legs apart, giving him better access. I was aching at my core, already needy and desperate for something to fill me. Mason's touch had me near begging, and he'd barely done anything.
Then he pressed a thumb against my clit over my panties, and I choked back a cry. He rubbed in circles as my hips rotated unconsciously, imitating his movements, wanting more, harder, faster.
"If you don't stop that sexy squirming, I'm going to pull you into my lap and fuck you behind this table right here and now," he growled in a low tone.
I whined softly in the back of my throat, clenching my fists and feet in an effort to stop wiggling.
Mason slipped two fingers under the elastic and dipped between my folds to play at my entrance. I inhaled sharply, anticipating the exquisite intrusion. But he didn't do what he'd been promising. Instead, he stroked up and down, all around in circles, teasing me, but not giving me what I wanted.
I couldn't stop my hips from bucking forward.
"What did I say about that sexy squirming?" His voice was dark and dangerous as his lips touched my ear.
I didn't think he would actually do what he'd threatened. Mason liked dirty talk, and he liked teasing me with sexual innuendo, but he wouldn't actually take me behind the table, would he?
Although, it was true that the table was pretty high. The booth was pretty secluded. It would just look like I was sitting on his lap, after all.
I couldn't believe the direction my mind had gone. Mason had thoroughly corrupted me. And I loved every second of it.
I gasped as he finally did it, sliding his fingers inside me and fucking me. Because we were sitting side by side, the angle was different from his usual, with him sitting between my parted thighs. Instead, it was more like the angle of my wrist when I pleasured myself. Somehow he made it work, using his hand to drive me into a frenzy.
"Your pussy is so fucking hot and tight," Mason groaned quietly in my ear. "I can feel you squeezing my fingers. I can feel you pulsing around me."
Fuck, his dirty talk was almost enough to send me over the edge just by itself. I gripped the edge of the table, nails digging into the soft wood so hard I left half-moon indentations. My entire body thrummed with pleasure so intense I wanted to cry out, but my single last rational thought told me I had to be quiet.
"Come for me, Bree," Mason breathed into my ear. "Come on my hand. Come in front of all these people while I have my fingers buried in that sweet pussy of yours."
The pleasure crested and crashed down over me. I let out a strangled sound, pressing my lips together to keep from shouting. My thighs clamped down, trapping Mason's hand between them. His fingers never stopped working me.
Finally, I slumped over the table, palms pressing down on the surface, and took in a wheezing, panting breath.
"Oh god," I whimpered as the aftershocks zipped through my body.
"So what do you think?" Mason said lazily as he slowly pulled his hand away, making me groan as he slipped out of me.
