“Okay.” She grabbed the box with the leftover beverage bottles and followed him into the kitchen in the back of the cafe. They tucked everything into the corner of the large walk-in fridge. Then she took his hand and let him lead her back out to the main dining area where Jimmy was mopping the floor.
“We’re all set out there.”
“That was quick,” the kid said. He straightened and rested his arm on the top of the mop handle. “Is this the wife?”
“Yes. Xeni, Jimmy Poulos. Jimmy, this is my wife, Xeni. We haven’t had time to discuss last names.”
“Nice to meet you, Jimmy,” Xeni called over her shoulder as Mason pulled her back toward the exit. “Rude much,” she laughed as he shooed her up the stairs.
“You want to go back and hang out with Jimmy?”
“No, I don’t.” She rushed up the steps with Mason on her heels, grateful to find the door already unlocked. They stumbled inside and both started to undress before Mason closed the door all the way. Xeni noticed that he’d tidied up. Not that his place was a sty before, but it seemed more in order. He’d also changed his sheets and made his bed. Not that any of that mattered. She was horny enough to have sex on the carpet that must have been installed sometime in the late eighties. Almost.
Xeni pulled off her shirt as Mason toed out of his sneakers. She undid her bra as he discarded his shorts and boxers in one go, and just as she was about to shimmy out of her leggings, he was completely nude, moving across the room toward her. He turned her around, pulled her against his chest and shoved his hand down the front of her leggings, over her underwear. Her nipples hardened even more as he pinched a puckered tip with his other hand.
“Fuck. Mason,” she cried out as his fingers cupped her whole sex. She was still soaking wet, her panties drenched from her arousal, and the motion of his fingers moving up and down made her pussy weep with pleasure. He latched onto the sensitive skin of her neck, sucking and biting as she squirmed in his grasp.
“Inside,” she begged. “Inside my underwear. Move your hand.”
“Like this?” he asked, pushing her underwear to the side. Xeni sighed at the merciful contact, the feeling of his calloused fingers spreading her labia and her juices, making an even bigger mess. “Or more like this?” He pressed one finger and then another inside her aching cunt and Xeni thought she might pass out.
“Yes,” she managed to whimper. “Just like that. Fuck.”
Xeni rode his fingers, rocking her hips, soaking up the sensation of his strong hand in the front and his hot thick cock pressing against her back. When she felt the rising pulse of her orgasm threatening to overtake her, she grabbed his wrist and begged him to stop. He froze, then released her. She stepped out of his grasp and backed toward his desk, peeling off her damp leggings and underwear as she went.
“Can I taste you first?” he asked.
“Yes,” she moaned.
Mason came over to the desk and dropped to his knees. Even on the floor, his head came up to the middle of her chest. He took a moment to worship her breasts the way she’d been wanting him to all night. Taking them both in his hands, he drew his tongue over her hard nipples, suckling each tip until she was gripping his hair, begging for mercy. When they had more time, when she wasn’t so desperate, she’d ask him to spend all night licking and sucking her tits. Another time.
His hands went to her waist as if to steady them both before he went down on all fours. He looked up at her before he reached out and stroked her leg. Xeni’s eyes popped wide at the erotic sight. She’d never had a man prone before her like that. She threaded her fingers through his dark brown curls and tilted his chin up to her throbbing pussy. He pressed closer, pushing his tongue inside her. Xeni sagged back on the desk, doing her best to support herself with her other hand. She was going to come right in his mouth. There was no stopping her this time. He reached up and pinched her clit lightly between his fingers and that was all it took. That and the searching motion of his thick tongue inside her.
Xeni came hard, soaking his parted lips and his mustache.
Her orgasm was still echoing over her skin when he stood and encouraged her to turn around. She did what he wanted, bracing herself with her palm flat on the wood surface. It felt like years had passed in the time it took him to get the condom on when he finally stepped behind her and bent her over with a gentle palm sliding down her back. He cupped her ass and massaged her cheeks apart before he was at her pussy opening, slowly pressing himself inside. Xeni pushed back, taking him all at once. Her mouth fell open at the sound of the throaty groan that echoed over her shoulder.
She pressed her forehead to the cool surface before she turned her head to the side.
“Does that feel good, baby?” she asked. And for the first time, possibly ever, she realized what it meant to want to own a man. To have him craving you in ways neither of you understood.
“You know it does,” Mason replied as he pulled out inch by inch before easing back in. Xeni clenched her muscles around him, driving them both crazy as he slid in and out again. “It feels so, so good,” he moaned.
They found a perfect rhythm with her meeting his every thrust. She had to wonder if he knew how amazing his cock was. She came again, imagining what it would be like to wrap her lips around it. She wasn’t close to done. She wanted to fuck him at least two more times before they called it a night. She wanted to sit on his face again, and the kissing? She wanted so much more of that. But first, she squeezed his thigh, asking him to stop again. He heard her through his own pounding lust and gave her the room she needed to climb off the desk and turn around.
Xeni went to her knees and took the thick length of him in her mouth. She didn’t love the flavor of the latex, but it was mixed with her own musk, which spurred her on to take as many inches of him as she could and she wrapped her fingers around the rest. Later, she thought as he leaned forward and gripped the edge of the desk, filling the condom, later she would definitely let him come in her mouth and all over her tits.
16
“One second, love.”
“Oh, sorry.” Xeni moved so Mason could adjust his arm. He settled again and pulled her back against his chest. After she’d sucked his life force out through his cock, they’d collapsed on his bed in a naked heap. After they stopped kissing and paused long enough for a quick water break and so Xeni could twist back her hair and pull it back in the silk scarf she slept in, Xeni asked if they could watchA Match Made In Paradise: Australia. She’d missed Monday’s episode and Mason understood what she wasn’t saying. She missed watching the show with her friends. He saw the way her eyes lit up and how she smiled when she showed him the pictures of her girl crew. If she needed a taste of home and friendship, who was he to get in the way? He handed over his laptop and watched her do some illegal shit so they could watch the Australian-based reality competition.
“Okay. What’s the point of this show?” Mason asked. Currently, seven couples comprised of sunburned twenty-somethings were running around a villa in Fiji trying to take care of a bunch of screaming baby dolls.
“You just have to find love and, basically, the most popular couple wins a hundred thousand dollars.”
“You mean I could have gone on a T.V. show instead of marrying you?”
