“Keep your legs spread Olivia, no cheating. What else?”
My legs still and I am rewarded with another rub of my clit from Mason’s thumb. “It burnt, the way you filled me and fucked me, but it was good. I was hot and cold at the same time. It was like I could feel every fibre of my body coming to life, ready to make me come with you inside me.” Just talking about it makes my body react to the memory it seems as I feel liquid seeping from me.
“What do you want right now?” His fingers slowly pump in and out, too slowly, torturing me with their lack of pace.
“Take me home, kiss me and touch me, whatever you want,” I reply, suddenly granting him my acquiescence.
“Still no fucking but kissing and touching I can do.” He frees his hand from my body. “In fact, I think I am going to start here.” He runs my own moisture across my lips, a move I instinctively intercept by capturing his fingers with my lips and draw them into my mouth where I suck them. “Here,” he repeats pulling them from my mouth as he grazes my lips again, “and then,” he continues in low whispers against my ear which really is a huge turn on. “I am going to make my way down your body, sucking and kissing you everywhere, your hard and aching nipples—” I mewl out loud.
“Oh yes, you like that, don’t you? And then I will travel down to your feet before moving back up until I am eating your pussy, making you moan and writhe, begging to be fucked, but there will be no fucking,” he reminds me again. “Not tonight.”
I am more convinced than ever that he only means that for tonight. He hasn’t mentioned tomorrow.
Chapter 13
Mason
It was my sole intention to work Olivia up into an uncontrollable ball of frenzied arousal, which I have, however I have sealed my own fate in the same way because the last half an hour touching and tormenting her with my fingers and words has given me the biggest hard on of my life. Getting her to tell me what she was thinking and wanting from me was phenomenal because I could tell that she was embarrassed by it and yet she was turned on more than anything else.
The urge to make her come in the club was nearly impossible to deny and yet I did deny it because not only do I want her to realise that her pleasure is under my control I can’t actually rationalise how infuriating I find the idea of other people seeing her coming would be to me. Maybe I can get Dec to give me the VIP room exclusively one Tuesday night when the club is shut and we can dance, drink and fuck til our hearts are content because my Olivia really does come to life when music makes her dance.
The voice in my head is ready to mock the use ofmyin relation to Olivia but I couldn’t give a shit because that’s what she is, mine.
I smile as the sound of a kettle boiling drowns out the TV she’s given me the remote control to. Our contact since the club has been fleeting, especially in the cab with the driver seeming to be fixated by Olivia’s legs and chest. We did take our time ascending the stairs though, mainly because she was moaning about her shoes, the silver shoes that I thought she should keep on but she kicked them off as soon as we entered the flat which is even more tastefully decorated than I remember. That’s not to say boring, she has just the right mixture of classic and contemporary styles.
I think back to the shoes and decide that the next time she wears come fuck me heels she will be keeping them on while she is fucked.
She’s back from the kitchen and is placing the coffee on the low table before us and then takes her place next to me.
“Mase?” she says as a question and I realise just how much I like her saying my abbreviated name even if she’s only said it a total of three times and up to now those occasions have been when we’ve been close, or edging that way.
“Yes Olivia?”
“We’re on a sofa together and we have coffee…” she trails off as her colour deepens with some embarrassment.
Yeah, Mase is her horny, come fuck me name I conclude and smile with the realisation that after tonight I don’t plan on her being anything else which means she will always call me Mase.
“You want the kissing?” I grin at her increasingly reddening face. “And the touching, baby?”
“Yes.”
I love just how much she can blush and yet when she is unleashed fully, I don’t doubt she will say and do whatever she needs to find fulfilment. If I believe Sarah and Olivia, which I am inclined to do and this is not her usual style then I can only deduce that I am different, that together we make her different.
“What are you thinking?” I ask, seeing a strange expression cross her face.
“Honestly?” she asks me with a further flush across her cheeks. “I don’t really get how I behave with you, why I behave the way I do because I know I keep saying it, but this really isn’t me.”
“I can see that, I really can and yet I love the way you behave when we’re together. The fact that you find yourself a little out of control,” I tell her with a smug grin.
“So, the kissing?” she croaks before adding in a whisper, “and the touching?”
“Can I drink my coffee first?” I joke but she takes me seriously.
“Could you kiss me first?” She startles me, yet I love her eagerness, her need for me. “I really would like you to kiss me,” she says looking and sounding desperate, her desperation only making me more intent to do just what she wants.
I am bossy at the best of times and as much as I thought it would be fun to drag things out until she was fraught with sexual excitement, I am rethinking it. For now. For tonight.
I’m unsure how it happens so quickly but in the blink of an eye she is flat out beneath me on the sofa, her arms are around me with one hand in my hair and the other gripping my shoulders. I have one hand in her hair controlling her head while the other is cupping her behind and hip. I have one leg between her and the back of the sofa while my other is wedged between her thighs. I can feel her heat against my leg and my resolve not to fuck her is becoming questionable.
