Page 54 of Bruised

I exhale in relief. Phew, that was a close one.

I really need to tell Mason off for taking these risks. At the same time, part of me isn’t so sure I even want him to stop. For all the stress it causes me, sneaking around like this is weirdly fun. There must be something deeply, deeply wrong with me to think that, and my guilt revs up into overdrive at the thought of Oliver, who cooks us amazing food and buys me my favorite snacks. At this point, I don’t even deserve to be his friend.

That night, when my feet tap through the hallway, my chest is filled with a heightened sense of anticipation, all the nerves and anxious musings from the day coming to a head.

I push Mason’s door open, and the moment I do, strong hands grab hold of me, haul me inside, and push me up against the closed door.

The next moment, our mouths and bodies collide. Mason’s heat sears through my veins, his mouth hungrily exploring mine as I squirm into his grip, pushing closer, wanting more.

“Tastes so sweet, puppy,” he murmurs against my lips. “Have you been eating that candy of yours?”

I shake my head, eyes wide, not sure what to do with myself. He kissed me in the living room, but this is different. We’re alone. He’s not doing it for the thrill—he’s doing it because he wants to.

Mason smirks and kisses me again, his naked erection hot against my thigh. “Then maybe that’s just how you taste,” he says, voice a raspy drawl. “Sweet and hungry.”

I don’t know about sweet, but I’m definitely hungry. A whimper spills from my mouth, and Mason swallows it, biting and licking my lower lip, making me gasp with the alternating pain and pleasure.

“Mm, fuck, puppy,” he growls. “Want to taste you all over. Get on the bed.”

I almost fall over from the dizzying arousal as he rips my clothes off, and my back hits the mattress. It bounces as Mason follows, blanketing my body with his.

He kisses me again, grinding our erections together, his tongue hot and demanding, opening my mouth, licking inside, teeth nipping at my lips, making them all swollen and aching.

His mouth closes around one of my nipples, sucking hard. I’m sore from last night—the bite marks still red and angry on my skin—but I gasp and arch upward, grinding against his thigh as he chuckles and licks and bites and sucks.

I want him lower, toward the place I’m aching. Impatient, I reach to palm his erection, and he gives a surprised moan.

“That’s what you want, puppy?” He humps my hand unabashedly, my palm making the silky skin move back and forth over his rock-hard length. “Want to get fucked?”

When I nod, he pulls back to slide a condom over his cock, and then he’s on me again, lifting my legs up. I’ve never seen him this impatient, this desperate. He’s always in control. But not tonight.

“Want to be inside you, puppy. You want that?”

I nod, breathless, a little teary-eyed from the intensity of it all.

“Tell me if it’s too much, okay?” Quickly, he smears lube on his cock and around my rim. “I don’t want to hurt you—I just want…” He grits his teeth. “I just want you.”

Panting, I try to relax as the blunt head of his cock pushes against my opening. “I want you too. So bad.”

My hands come up to cradle his face, and he looks straight into my eyes as he pushes inside in one long thrust. Eyes rolling back, he buries himself inside me, and my hole aches, but fuck, it feels so good. Mason leans in and captures my lips again, and I whine into his mouth as he starts to move—long, deep thrusts that drive me wild.

“You need to be fucked hard like this, don’t you?” he grunts. “You need to be marked. You need to be bruised.”

“I need you,” I gasp and immediately regret it, but Mason just smiles.

“Yes, puppy. You need me.”

Do you need me? I want to ask him, but I can’t. What if he says… what if he says this doesn’t mean anything? It’s not supposed to mean anything. It’s just sex. I said so myself from the very beginning, yet I’m about to come from the sheer surrender of admitting I need him. But I need him closer than this. As close as we can get.

“Take it off,” I blurt.

“Hm?”

“The condom. Come inside me. Please.”

Mason makes a low, growling sound. “You want that, puppy? You want my cum inside you?”

“Yes,” I gasp. “Please, I’m… I’ve gotten tested. I’m okay.”