Page 8 of Deny Me

MASON

It’s been two days since Gabrielle agreed to our proposition. It’s been one day since we all sat down and decided to start this off with having separate dates with her. And I’m up first, because today is my day to do what the fuck I want with her.

I walk down the stairs in my jogging bottoms and a tank top, ready to go down to the basement and get a workout in before I get ready for our date. Fucking date. I mean, sure, it’s the easiest way to try and work things out, but fuck me, I’ve been balls deep in her, made her scream my name, eaten her pussy like I need it to fucking breathe, and now we’re going on a date… seems a little backward but I’ll do whatever makes her comfortable.

And as for Jared, I’m not even letting the idea of him having her alone entertain me, because it still doesn’t bother me for some reason.

I grab a cold bottle of water from the fridge and slip my trainers on before heading down the steps to the basement, but when I get there, it seems I’m not the only one who needs to work up a sweat this morning, because Gabrielle is already down here, her headphones in and her feet pounding on the treadmill. She’s facing away from me, focused on the wall in front of her as she runs, her tight shorts doing fuck all to stop my cock from getting excited.

I walk to the other side of the room, stretching as I continue to watch her, and then I begin to lift the weights, putting all of my energy into doing something other than going right up to her and ramming my dick in her mouth.

I finish my reps and she still hasn’t noticed me, still too absorbed in her workout. I place the weights down and close my eyes briefly, running my hands over my face. But then I feel her in front of me, and I open my eyes to see her stood looking down, her head tilted to the side slightly and a smile tugging at the corner of her mouth.

“You okay there?” she asks, and it takes everything in me not to haul her off her feet and carry her into the fucking shower room at the side of the basement.

“I’m good. You?”

“I’m okay. How long have you been in here?”

“Not long, but I didn’t want to disturb you,” I tell her. “You looked deep in thought.”

“I was.”

“Care to share?”

She stares at me for a beat, as if deciding whether to divulge anything to me, and then she smiles and says, “Nope,” before she turns away and heads to the shower room, a chuckle leaving her as she opens the door and lets it swing shut behind her.

And just like that, she’s got me following her. I stalk to the door, pulling it open as steam begins to build in the giant wet room. I have no idea why we needed one of these, but as I see her unzipping her sports bra, I’m fucking thankful for the wet room being down here.

She pauses as she sees me, the door closing at my back, and in a move that she’s never done before, she resumes unzipping her bra, letting it fall to the floor as her eyes hold mine. She grabs the top of her shorts on both sides, hooking her thumbs in before she’s peeling them off her legs, along with her underwear, and fuck me, when she stands back up, she reaches behind her for her hair tie and pulls it out, letting her hair tumble around her, framing her face.

She steps to the side and the water runs down her, coating her body and making her look all the more fucking delicious.

I’m in front of her in a heartbeat, my arms going either side of her, my palms on the tiled wall behind and my body encasing hers as I push her to the wall. She inhales sharply, the tiles cool to the touch, but the heat quickly builds as I lean down and brush my lips over hers.

“The date hasn’t started yet,” she whispers, but she doesn’t mean a word she says. She’s breathless, her voice raspy as her breasts rise up and down, her nipples hardening as she rubs against my tank top.

I smirk as I tell her, “The date may not have started, but this is the fucking appetiser.” And then I drop down, my fingers parting her and my tongue darting out to lick her clit. She sucks in a breath as I bury my face in her, tasting her, eating her, thinking this is the best fucking breakfast I’ve had in a long time.

She hooks a leg over my shoulder as she arches her back, and I suck on her clit as I push a finger inside of her. She moans out loud, and I growl as she comes apart on my mouth.

“Jesus, Mason…” But I don’t let her say anything else as I stand and push my joggers down, my already solid dick impaling her. She screams over and over, the sound fucking beautiful. I fuck her hard as she grips my shoulders, her fingernails marking me, and I roar with my release. Her body turns to jelly as I hold her up, my mouth capturing hers and stealing her breath. I want to steal every fucking part of her, body, mind and soul.

It's just what she’s done to me without even realising it, because I belong to her, no question.

ChapterEleven

GABRIELLE

“Fucking hell,” I say on a breath as Mason nibbles my earlobe. I can feel his lips pulling into a smile as they travel to my neck, and I kind of wish I’d let it be like this sooner. I mean, I get it’s a bit of a turnaround for me in twenty-four hours, but I agreed to give this whole thing a go, and I promised myself to truly go all in, because otherwise, what would be the point?

He chuckles before he steps away, leaving me on shaking legs, and lightly taps my arse as he says, “Get ready.” He walks out of the wet room before I can say anything, grabbing a towel and wrapping it around him as he goes, and fuck me, if that was a ploy to leave me wanting more, it absolutely fucking worked.

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We pull up to the beach, Mason being a gent as he comes around to open the car door for me. He holds his hand out to help me, and I exit the car, my eyes moving to the calm waters up ahead.

I’m aware of Mason wandering away from me, but I am obsessed with the beach, the free feeling it gives me, and so I don’t register what he’s doing until he’s back beside me and he’s trying to take my hand in his.

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