Mason nodded.“You were pretty out of it last night.Definitely not in a good enough condition to drive.And I wanted to be able to keep an eye on you.Sub drop after a scene can be pretty brutal, especially if you’re not used to it.How are you feeling?”
“I… good?What’s sub drop?”
“The drop of emotions.”He eyed her.“You might have slept through it.Though you may feel a little off today.Or a little sad.”
“Because I didn’t get fucked?”Crap.What had happened to her filter?She had one, but it seemed to have gone offline.
The side of Mason’s mouth quirked up.
“No.Sex doesn’t have anything to do with sub drop.And you weren’t in a condition to give consent last night.Sometimes in a scene, a submissive will hit a point where they can’t really know what they want.They aren’t thinking clearly, and they can’t consent.They’re too physically overwhelmed to be mentally present.”
“So, we didn’t have sex because I couldn’t fully consent.Because I do remember… um, being on top of you…”
“You still had your thong on, and I still had my pants on.”
The bar for men truly was in hell.She was feeling pretty gooey about knowing he hadn’t taken advantage of her, even though they’d talked about sex previously.But because she couldn’t explicitly consent in the moment… that should be the expectation for all men, but too many of them sucked.It said something about Mason that he’d held firm to that line when a lot of society would not have expected him to nor judged him if he hadn’t.
It was another measure of how much she could trust him.
Audrey reached up to twine her arms around his neck before he could pull away.Not that it looked like he was going to pull away, but she wanted to make sure.His gaze met hers and softened.
“I’m in a condition to give consent now,” she said softly, before she lost her nerve.
Because she was sore and achy in all the best ways, but at the same time, there was a little part of her that was left unsatisfied.Unfulfilled.
She wanted him.
She was pretty sure he wanted her.
And thankfully, he proved her correct when he lowered his mouth to hers.The kiss was sweet.Gentle.
At first.
Then it changed.
Turning needier.
She was wearing a t-shirt, which she assumed was his because it definitely wasn’t hers, and no underwear.He was wearing pajama pants.And she could feel how big and hard he was, even more so because of the thin fabric of his pants and the fact that the t-shirt had fallen up to her hips when she’d lifted her legs to wrap them around him.
The press of his hard body against her breasts made her whimper.Her nipples were still incredibly sore, so much so that even the soft fabric of the t-shirt rubbing over them was almost too much.The clamps had a long-lasting effect.
Mason’s kiss moved from her lips to her neck, and Audrey gasped as his hands moved to push the t-shirt up, so he could cup her breasts.She moaned, arching beneath him, trying to rub herself against him.She was so turned on, she didn’t want much foreplay.
Didn’t need it.
Last night had been like an extended session of foreplay, and she wanted him now… but she couldn’t quite get up the nerve to say so.
Which meant that she was in sensual torment as he moved his mouth to her breasts, licking, nibbling, sucking.She whimpered, writhing for him, grabbing at his hair and trying to tug him upwards, to indicate wordlessly what she couldn’t bring herself to say.
“What do you need, cupcake?”he murmured, before dragging his teeth over one overly sensitive nipple and making her quiver.
It was like he knew she was struggling to verbalize her desires, and he was going to push her to do it, anyway.
The big jerk.
“Please,” she begged.
Please don’t make me say it out loud.
