“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’ll 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’s something 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.
I didn’t tell her about my father, and she didn’t ask again. I have a feeling she didn’t want to push me.
She promised me she’d be here no matter what, and I should be relieved, but the thought of pulling her into the ‘no matter what’ makes me feel physically sick. She has no idea how ill he is. I didn’t. Does Scarlet?
“Mase, you coming to bed?” she calls to me from her bedroom door.
Standing from the miniature sofa, I walk the short distance to my beautiful girl, taking her in my arms and lifting her off her feet.
For the first time in a long time something feels right. Amongst all the chaos, she is good, pure—the only thing ever to breathe light on my dark.
“I owe you an orgasm, Pix,” I whisper into her neck.
“You do. I wasn’t going to let you forget.”
I smile down at her as I lay her out on the bed, her legs following as they fall open. “You promised once you were fed you’d feed me,” I say, lifting her hips off the bed until her head and shoulders are all that’s left on the mattress. “I want this. Every night.” I lick up her centre, starting the argument off strong. Her excitement coats my tongue and I swallow it down greedily. “Come live with me, so that every night I can come home and taste you on my lips and be reminded that there is good in the world.”
“Mase,” she moans as I jab my tongue inside her.
“You’re the only thing that grounds me, Nina,” I say, moving to suck on her glistening bud. She writhes on my face, trying to get away and closer all at the same time. “Come and live with me.”
“I can’t,” she pants.
I pull away from her, blowing up her centre, then drop her to the bed. I lie over her, with one question on my lips. “Why?”
“It’s too soon, what will our friends think?” she whines, using her thumb to wipe herself from me. “I like my independence. It’s all I have left, all I’m used to.”
I slide into her, her back arching off the bed, her mouth dropping open.
“Is that all that’s in my way?” I ask, rolling my hips as I suck her thumb into my mouth.
She turns her head to face me, that incredible smile pulling at her lips, her dimples on full display. “Yes, and you won’t win.”
