The entire world drops away, leaving nothing but the pleasure of his mouth against my core, his fingers spreading me open so his tongue can probe and lick and flick. I tilt closer, aching for more, and he gives it, eagerly licking and sucking while he reaches up to tweak my nipple lightly with his free hand.
My orgasm rocks through me so suddenly I cry out, head banging back against the wall, fingers clawing through his short hair.
I don’t think I’ve ever come so fast, but he doesn’t give me a chance to come down. He’s on his feet again in a blink, yanking his trousers open to release his hard cock. I grab hold of his shoulders, all too ready for round two, and when he thrusts in, our eyes meet.
“Callie. Christ you’re perfect.”
I can only moan in reply because his cock has somehow short-circuited my brain. He grips both my thighs, my legs wrapped tight around him, hooked beneath his tuxedo jacket. I’m practically naked but he’s still mostly dressed. Needing to feel more of his skin, I paw at the buttons of his shirt, but the pleasure makes me clumsy.
“Fucking rip it off if you want. I don’t care.”
So I do. I grip both sides and yank. The buttons ping off the door beside us and he emits a sexy chuckle, then kisses me hard. I moan into the kiss, in sensory overload now that I can feel more of his hot skin.
He’s hard and tight all over, and I stroke my hands up his sides, over his brawny, hair-dusted chest and across his broad shoulders. I push his shirt and jacket off his shoulders, but stall my roaming hands, the pleasure of his thrusts overwhelming me again. Ecstasy barrels through me and I cling hard, nails digging in as I hold on for dear life.
Mason groans and grunts, slamming one hand against the wall as his mouth covers mine, tongue thrusting in and muffling my cries as I hurtle over the edge a second time, taking him with me.
We’re both panting and sweaty when he stops moving, still holding tight as he rests his forehead against mine. One hand is braced against the wall by my head, the other gripping my ass.
“Jesus, I feel out of control with you,” he says, finally looking into my eyes. His face is shadowed, but the awe in his gaze is clear enough. “When I saw you across the room earlier, my first thought was how I needed to take my time, because God knows we didn’t get a chance to do it right the first time. Not that I’m complaining. But you fucking do things to my head, Callie.”
“I couldn’t stop thinking about you all week. I wish I’d been less of a chicken. If I’d just faced you . . .”
He shakes his head, his brows twitching. “Tonight’s perfect. I don’t think I could’ve focused before. We have all night now, so I intend to make up for it.”
I heave a satisfied sigh, squeezing my inner muscles around his cock where he’s still lodged deep inside me. He shudders, then wraps both arms around me, holding me tight against him as he turns us and closes the distance to the bed.
Climbing on, he sets me down against the pillows, hovering over me for a slow kiss before easing back, hands on both my knees as he finally slips out of me. It’s too dark to see more than his silhouette in the scant light of the alarm clock on the nightstand. He slides his palms down my inner thighs, exploring slowly when he reaches the apex and his fingers glide through the wetness remaining from both our orgasms. His teasing makes my breath hitch, and I can’t help but tilt my hips into his touch.
“Don’t move,” he says, then slips off the bed to flip on the bathroom light. It’s just enough to cast his frame in starker shadow, highlighting the strong lines of his face. He shrugs out of his jacket and shirt, revealing a heavily tattooed chest and shoulders, but I can’t make out the actual designs in the dim light.
He sheds his pants, too, then returns to me, climbing onto the bed and returning between my spread knees. He slides his hands up my sides and grips the fabric of the dress bunched around my waist. I lift my hips so he can pull it off, leaving me just as naked as he is. All I can see is his face and his ink-covered torso, his gaze dark with fresh lust as he stares between my legs.
“I made a mess of you, didn’t I?” he says, lips quirking. “Sorry, I wasn’t expecting to see you again or I’d have come prepared.”
“This is becoming a habit,” I say huskily. “But that look on your face suggests you like it.”
“Sweetness, I don’t usually fuck without a condom. It’s been a year for trying new things, though. But it’s not just how it feels. I like this—my cum all over your pretty snatch.”
His deep voice is thick with desire, his expression intent as he teases me with the copious wetness he left behind. It’s new to me too, but surprisingly arousing.
“Is it the risk that turns you on?” I ask, slowly losing coherence again as he continues stroking me. His cock hangs loose between his thighs but twitches, hardening just a little again.
“You said the other night that you have an IUD. You weren’t lying, were you?”
“No, and you said you were clean, and I believe you. Is there any reason I shouldn’t?”
“I’ve been tested twice in the past year and a half, and only had sex once in the same span of time. So no, there’s not a damn thing wrong with my spunk, sweetness. If you weren’t on birth control, we’d have a problem, because I know for a fact my swimmers are rockstars.”
I laugh and arch my back, moaning
