He releases my hands, and I hear the foil of a condom wrapper and then the sound of his zipper as he shoves his pants and boxers down enough to pull his cock out. It’s magnificent from what I can see and I want to taste him, make him wild with need for me, to be the one he’s begging for release.
“Stop looking at him like that or I’ll be fucking that sweet mouth instead of your pussy.” I gasp, my gaze flying to his at the audacity of his words. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”
“I—,” I start, licking my lips as I conjure the image in my mind. “I don’t know,” I admit, both feeling turned on and uneasy at the idea of giving up that much control. To willingly let him thrust in and out of my mouth as I just take it.
“Lana.” He says my name with such reverence I have to swallow hard to keep the emotions at bay. “I will never do anything you’re not comfortable with. Right now, you don’t know what you want, so I’m going to push and see where you land.”
“Sounds like a hardship,” I say, trying for levity and shocked by the steadiness of my voice.
“It is,” he says, brushing the head of his cock against my entrance. I moan and he grins. “Ah, youdefinitelylike that.”
“Yes,” I say as he does it again, teasing me and making me writhe against him. Holding me with one hand, he pulls mypanties to the side and waits until I meet his gaze before pushing inside a little bit.
My inhale is sharp, the invasion intense despite how wet I am.
“Breathe,” he says, brushing his lips against mine. “I promised I wouldn’t hurt you.” Mason rocks his hips, pulling out and pushing in a little more each time, stretching me with so much care, his muscles bunching and flexing as my nails dig into his shoulders.
“I thought you said you were gonna fuck me against this door?” I pant with a lot less bravado than I’m pretending to have.
“Oh, I am.” He grins, kissing me hard as he thrusts inside me until he’s all the way in. My words are unintelligible as he finds a slow rhythm. “I just need you ready for me, Lana.”
I whimper, my arms wrapping around his neck as I kiss and nip at the underside of his jaw. “I love the way you feel inside me.”
He groans, his hands flexing against my flesh as he exhales heavily through his nose.
“Fuck, you feel good,” he breathes, like he’s finally allowing himself to focus on himself rather than me. “I want it all, you hear me? I want your nails raking down my back, your hands gripping my hair, your teeth in my shoulder to muffle your scream. Give it to me, baby.”
A single nod from me has his hips flying, the sound of skin on skin filling the room as he pistons into me. The intensity is almost too much to take, my body having long since forgotten this kind of sexual frenzy.
But in this moment, I’m alive.
Living.
And wide awake.
I grip his hair, yanking back enough that he has to fight my hold to move. His eyes are wild, his lips parted as sweat coats his skin. Taking my other hand, I slide my palm over my chest, down my stomach and between my legs, circling my clit just the way I like it.
“Fuck, that looks nice. That’s it, baby; make yourself come all over me.” Mason’s voice is like an aphrodisiac—the praise, awe, and command in his tone sending me right over the edge, my back arching as I come on a silent scream.
Burying his face in my neck, he growls my name, the door holding us both up by the time he finally stills, collapsing against me with a groan.
“Just gimme a minute,” he says, sounding exhausted, and I grin.
“Take two,” I reply, squeezing my core around his cock that’s still hard inside me. A shiver runs down his spine and he pushes us off the wall, turning slowly and walking us to the bed.
He sets me down gently, threading his hand in my hair and cupping my cheek as he kisses me.
“You, Lana Richards, are incredible.”
“You’re not so bad yourself,” I tease, pressing a quick kiss to his nose and making him chuckle as he gingerly pulls out, giving me the first real view of him. “Oh, wow,” I breathe, and then cringe because that was supposed to be aninsidethought.
Mason laughs, low and throaty as he stands to his full height. “Let me go take care of this and I’ll be right back.” He’s halfway to the bathroom when he looks back at me over his shoulder. “Know the best part about bein’ with a younger guy?”
“You get to teach me all the hip lingo so I don’t embarrass my kids?”
“Ha—no. I’m definitely not that cool.”
“So tell me, what’s the best part about being with a younger guy?”
