The floor is hard and kind of cold, but I don’t care. There’s something fantastically raw and dirty and fucking perfect about sprawling naked on Mason Grant’s hardwood floor while he urges me toward orgasm.
“You’re gonna come,” he mutters. “Aren’t you.Fuck... you’re gorgeous.”
The words this man utters in between the things he’s doing to me ...
And all the while he watches me. Every shudder and twitch of my body, every roll of my hips as he fucks me with three fingersnow. I think. It’s all rolling into a blur of bliss and mounting need. My core tightening, bearing down ...
“Please,” I gasp. “Oh, god.” I grab at his hair, just trying to anchor myself in the pleasure as he controls me completely.
He picks up the pace a bit, making me cry out.
“That’s it. You need to come, don’t you, baby?” He urges me on between licks, his carnal kisses. “Come for me ...”
Oh, fuck. His words undo me. His rough, sexy voice, strained with his arousal.
The way he calls me “baby” before he lavishes my throbbing clit with his tongue.
His eyes, pupils blown wide as they lock on mine ...
When he closes his hot, wet mouth on my clit again and hungrily sucks, eyes on me, I come in a rush, screaming. Clenching on his fingers as my core spasms. Clawing at his hair as the pulses rack my body and my eyes roll back in my head.
“Mason,” I sob as he keeps sucking, keeps stroking ... patiently lavishing my body with wave upon wave of pleasure.
For a few stunning moments of pure euphoria, I’m no longer in Orchard Cove. I’m not naked on the floor in my enemy’s house.
I’m rolling in the ecstasy where Mason put me, totally forgetting that this could hurt me tomorrow.
Chapter 16
Mason
The second time Sierra comes for me is in my bed.
I carry her there, up two flights of stairs, after I peel her off the floor. Her legs wrapped around my waist, her arms around my neck, and her perfect ass in my hands. Her chest against mine. Her hands in my hair and her kisses on my lips.
Her lips are soft, swollen now, like the rest of her.
The flesh between her legs that I kiss as I lay her down on my bed. Her nipples, flushed and taut, that I suckle into hard, aching points.
All the while, the music of her sweet moans urges me on.
I pause only to shuck off my sweats. Fumbling, I’m so worked up. My heart beats a frantic rhythm, my breaths coming hard and fast, those goddamn doves in a frenzy every time I look at her face ... like my chest might burst right open and all my insides might come flying out.
She’s so fucking beautiful, sprawled in the moonlight that spills through the windows, waiting for me. Naked and panting, and for the moment, all mine.
I shift myself over her body, settling my hips between her legs, and she opens for me.
Hip to hip, chest to chest, and mouth to mouth, we move against each other. Sliding together until I almost slide right in. She’s so wet. Her thighs are coated in her climax, her juices mixed with my spit.
I pull back to take a breath.
Her light-green eyes are aglow with pleasure in the moonlight. I nudge my cockhead into her opening, whisper, “Tell me you want it.”
“Yes,” she breathes. “More.”
A shudder of arousal sweeps through me as her hands run down my back. My cock flexes. I fist my hand in her long, soft hair.
I hold her gaze as I fill her in one thrust.
