Page 34 of Mase
“Do you regret it?” I whisper.
He turns toward me, scanning my face, then looks back toward the road. “Fucking you?”
I nod, but I know he can’t see.
“Of course not.”
His knuckles are white where he clings to the steering wheel like it’s his lifeline. “Then why are you still hyped up?”
“Hyped up?”
“Your hands are tight on the steering wheel; your jaw keeps twitching as if you’re angry. Are you angry with me or you?”
He chuckles, but it lacks humor. “You take note of everything, huh?”
I chew on my lip. “The anxiety is rolling off you in waves.”
He drags a hand down his face. “Ugh. Yeah, I’m still wound up.”
I hate that for him, but love the fact he’s admitting his vulnerability, like he’s trusting me with a part of himself he maybe doesn’t share with many.
“What can I do to help?”
His green eyes are heated but full of angst as if he’s toying with himself and unsure of letting me in and seeing this part of him. He drags his tongue over his top lip, and, coupled with the hunger in his eyes, it has me squirming against my wet panties.
When his attention goes back to the road, my shoulders sag.
“I guess I just like to feel you close to me, and that’s fucked up.” He lifts his shoulder, side-eyeing me.
Hope builds inside me, making my confidence soar. “I like feeling you close too.” My voice comes out breathy.
Mase shifts in his seat, and I delight in it. “How close, exactly?”
I can’t help but smile. “What do you have in mind?”
His tongue darts out again. “Your lips around my cock.”
My eyebrows shoot up; he’s hard again already? “You want me to give you head?”
His eyebrows knit together, and his hands shift on the steering wheel. “I just want to feel you there. In my lap with me inside you.”
Holy shit. He wants me to suck on him to bring him comfort.
“That sounds hot,” I rasp.
He side-eyes me. “Yeah?” Skepticism laces his tone.
“Yes. Really hot, Mase.”
His eyes dance with jubilation. “If you’re a good girl, I’ll fill your mouth with cum after.” His lips curl into a satisfied grin.
Unadulterated passion spurs through me, and I want nothing more than to bring Mase comfort that ultimately will allow him pleasure. “I’ll be a good girl. I promise.”
MASE
“I’ll be a good girl. I promise.” Her words swirl in my mind as I try not to harden in her wet, warm mouth.
I’m not fully hard, but it’s becoming more and more difficult to withstand the feel of her encompassing me so graciously.
