“Returning the favor.” I stare up at him through my hooded eyes and long lashes. Looking up at his six foot three height towering over me, I undo the buckle on his pants. They’re tented even before I’m done with the button and zipper. I slide his pants and boxers down his legs until they’re in a pile on the floor. Then I glide my hands up his warm, toned legs until I’m face to face with his size. He’s thick, red, and pulsating.
I feel my pupils dilate with apprehension. I worry about what I’ve just committed to—for fear I won’t be able to fit him inside of my mouth. Like giving me courage, it waters at the same time, craving to taste him, to take him in, telling me that I need this.
With my entire body humming like a life-sized vibrator, I dart out my tongue, licking the head to have just a small taste before I begin. His tip is smooth against my tongue and tastes like . . . Mason.
The color drains from his face with his mouth sent in a hard line. “Open your mouth,” he firmly demands, even though his voice is still smooth. The sound current travels down my spine and over my entire body like water in a hot spring.
I enthusiastically drop my jaw, just taking in a little more than the tip. He tastes so good that I need to take in more. I open my mouth a little wider, inching my way around, gliding my tongue down the ridges of his skin. I’m about halfway down when I feel Mason’s hand on the back of my head, weaving through my hair.With one rough thrust, he shoves himself all the way to the back of my throat.
I immediately gag, and my eyes fill with tears.
But I continue because this is turning me on as much as it is him. He fists a handful of my hair, using it to guide my head back and forth. I begin sucking off the sheer taste of him, only stopping to let my tongue tease along his shaft while he continues to stiffen even more. I tilt my head slightly to meet his eyes. Barely curving up the corner of my mouth, I flash him a half smile to show my satisfaction with how he feels in my mouth.
“Oh god, Bailey,” he growls. “You’re doing such a good job.” I revel in his praise, sucking harder, drenching him with the spit from my dripping mouth.
Mason’s head falls back as soon as I feel his strong legs lock into place. He’s about to come, but I’m not ready yet. I don’t want to stop tasting him, it’s addicting. It only takes a few minutes before I hear him mutter those words again. He lets out a loud groan that comes crying out from the back of his throat. I use whatever strength I have in me to suck him dry, taking everything he’s giving me.
“Oh fuuuuck,” he says as he finishes, moving my head with the rhythm that he needs it.
I slowly release him from my grip but remain on my knees staring up at him, hoping he’ll tell me again what a good job I did. He doesn’t, but he does take two fingers under my chin, gesturing for me to rise and then lightly kisses me on the forehead in what feels like a thank you.Good enough for me.I open my mouth, flashing him a quick look before swallowing.
His eyes widened. “Where did that even come from?” He’s still panting heavily.
“Congratulations on the new house,” I say before rising to my feet. I wipe my mouth with the back of my hand, then attempt tostraighten the wrinkles in my uniform dress and grab my shoes. I lean in to lightly kiss Mason on the cheek while slipping on both of my heels. “You can take me home now.” I smile.
I walk out of the room, leaving him with a shocked expression on his face. Grinning to myself and feeling satisfied that I got what I wanted. Mason will never be able to step foot into this bedroom again without thinking of me.
No matter who he brings in here, I’ll always know that I’m the one who got here first.
The twenty-minute car ride to my parents’ house was made in silence. Every now and then, I’d catch Mason staring at me from the corner of my eye. I could feel his eyes on me, searching deep inside my soul, trying to figure me out. Good luck because I can’t even figure myself out at the moment.
When we pull up, he pauses with his hand on the car door. “Can I walk you in? I want to say hi to Luca.”
“Yes, he’d love that,” I say.
He goes around to the trunk, pulling my luggage out for me. As soon as we get into the house, we’re greeted by my mom, dad, and Luca playing a board game at the kitchen table. “Mommy! Mason!” He jumps off his chair and is in a full sprint toward us.
Mason and I bend at the same time, allowing Luca to run into our arms. Luca hooks around my neck with one arm and Mason’s with the other. A familiar sense of dread comes hurtling back like it always does when Mason and I are in more personal situations. This feels an awful lot like a little boy greeting his parents after they’ve come home from a trip. Except in thisscenario, only one is his parent and the other is just a guy his mom is sleeping with.
“It’s so good to see you, buddy!” Mason pats Luca on the back.
“I missed you so much!” I squeeze him tight.
My eyes fall over Luca’s shoulder to my mom sitting at the kitchen table with a subtle smirk on her face. I roll my eyes. I’m already aware of what she’s thinking without her having to say a single word. Communicating with me through facial expressions is something my mother has perfected over the years.
“Mason, will we be seeing you at Luca’s birthday party this weekend?” my dad asks, shuffling over to greet him.
Mason rises to his feet and shakes my dad’s hand. “Of course, I’ll be there.” Then he turns to me. “Please let me know if I can bring anything or if you need help at all.” His eyes soften.
“I will and thanks for bringing me home.” I nervously rub the length of my forearm.
“How was work?” my mom asks me.
“It was fine.” My eyes dart to the side to see Mason helping Luca pack the rest of his stuff into his sports bag to go home. “Here, I’ll take that.” I reach my arm out, attempting to grab the bag from Mason.
He shifts away. “You get Luca, and I’ll get the bags. I don’t mind.”
I smile. “Alright, thank you.”
