“Who then?”
“It was Joey on the phone before in the gym, wasn’t it?” he says, nostrils flaring as he stills inside of me.
I know that they have bad blood between them, and I don’t want to mess with Mason’s emotions, but the photos are important to me. If I go back on it now, then he will always think he can pull strings and have me dance. And that won’t end well.
“Yeah.” I drop my arms, bringing them between us to push on his chest.
I can see the annoyance on his face that I’ve pulled away from him. “I told you I’m having him take my photo. You can come along like you said if you have to.”
He pulls me tighter to him as he readjusts his feet on the tile, grazing that spot inside me that has my eyes rolling back in my head—and he knows it.
“I had him looked up,” he says, voice strained.
“You did wha—” He rolls his hips again.
He is too damn good at this.
I dig my nails into his abs. “Mase,” I whisper.
“Seven years ago he had allegations made against him, it never came to anything but I don’t feel comfortable with you being alone with him. It’s all I ask.”
“What were the ale—”
He cuts me off with a searing kiss, causing me to swallow my words as I get lost in him. His hands find my ass, guiding my hips as he rocks into me. His lips move to my throat and I tilt my head back, smiling at the ceiling.
How is this man mine?
I lean back against the shower wall, giving him better access to my breasts. He licks and sucks between them until he can’t dip down any lower without breaking our connection. He pulls a nipple into his mouth, toying it between his teeth, teasing nips and sucks that send me wild and writhing against the shower wall.
“I need more,” I whimper.
“I know, baby,” he groans around me.
I can tell he is close and fighting to hold off.
His hands move to my hips, and he squeezes tight, gliding them up over my waist as I lock my legs around his lower back. I can feel him twitching inside me, and I know he is at war with himself, but I’m not there yet.
Last night I gave him all the pleasure whilst on my knees on his bathroom floor, and then I fell asleep before he could return the favour. Granted, he more than made up for it this morning; he isn’t the type to take without giving. He loves it too much.
“It’s okay. Fuck me, Mase, and then later, once I’m fed, I will feed you,” I promise, holding his eyes as I squeeze him tight.
His lips lock with mine as he takes my hands, lifting them above my head. I smile into the kiss as his control is shattered, and he starts to thrust his hips.
“Fuck!” he roars, his body shaking as I clench around him again.
He tenses, pulling out of me and coming all over my stomach.
I kiss every inch of his face as his chest heaves between us. I lean back, our eyes locking as we stand in the moment.
“I could look at you, just like this for hours,” I tell him, skimming my hand over his slackened jaw.
Mason Lowell makes me feel things.
* * *
Mase
There’ssomething about her apartment that I love. She’s all around me here, her stuff littered around the place in a perfect Nina mess. It just reaffirms my point that I want her to move in with me.
