Within the next two seconds, he has my leggings yanked down my thighs and tossed aside, then he drops to the floor on his knees and hauls me to the edge of the sofa.
Oh. God yes, it’s this again.
I barely have time to readjust for comfort when he buries his face between my thighs and devours me with every bit of enthusiasm as I just sucked his cock. A surprised cry escapes me at the hungry way he sucks my clit before plunging his tongue deep inside me. It’s like I’m on a runaway train, barely holding on but exhilarated all the same by how fast I’m hurtling to the end.
Just when I’ve surrendered wholly and I’m close to orgasm, he stops and rises up, his big, tattooed body looming over me. He’s rock hard again, and I have a mere breath to utter “Yes” before he plunges into me in one fast, brutal stroke.
It’s like the first time all over again, frantic and desperate. He kisses me again, growling into my mouth as he grips me by one hip, holding me stable to take his punishing thrusts, his other hand braced on the back of the sofa. And it’s all more than I imagined, the pleasure of each stroke driving me to the precipice so fast I can’t think.
“That’s it, baby. Scream my name. Fuck yes, Callie.”
I’m already there and barely register his words of encouragement over the howl of pleasure erupting from my throat. I shudder and buck against him, writhing in time with his rhythmic thrusts. He doesn’t give me time to come down beyond slipping out of me for just long enough to urge me to turn over. In a daze, I move, getting on my knees on the sofa cushions, with my elbows braced on the back. He grips one thigh, lifting my knee to the arm before plunging in once more with a groan.
“I’m going to come all over you again. There’s nothing more beautiful than seeing your sweet pussy coated in me, baby.”
Why does his promise make me so fucking hot? I moan a reply, my ability to use words obliterated by his perfect cock spearing me hard and fast. Then he reaches around me and begins teasing my clit and I lose it again, but this time my scream is joined by his guttural yell and his fingers dig hard into my ass as his cock spasms inside me.
I try to reclaim control of my body, but he wraps his arms around me and buries his face in my neck. “Don’t move yet. Let me come down,” he pants into my ear. A second later, he eases back onto the sofa on his side, pulling me down against him and tucking my head beneath his chin.
I heave a satisfied sigh, mind drifting on a haze of endorphins, then hum in sated pleasure as he drifts a hand down my naked side. His fingers stray to my pelvis, then between my legs where he dips into the lake of wetness that’s half his fault.
“What is it with you and the messes? Is it still a turn-on even after you’ve spent your load?”
He snorts a laugh. “I couldn’t tell you for sure, but yeah. Some part of my lizard brain must get off on seeing you flooded with my cum. It was never a thing for me until . . . well, until the other night on the plane, so I haven’t had time to ponder what it means. I only know it’s fucking hot as hell. And I have the sense that it gets you hot too.”
He keeps teasing me as he talks, drifting light strokes through the wetness pooled between my legs. The pleasure builds enough again that I start to lose the thread of conversation. I ask, “Oh? What makes you think that?”
“The way you seemed to rev up when I told you what I was about to do. And the fact that talking about it now is making you even hotter. You like the idea that I’m rubbing your clit with my cum right now—that you’re covered in me—don’t you?”
“Mm . . . I like everything you do.”
It’s like last night all over again. We’ve already both come twice, but the hunger still aches inside me and the slightest taste makes it surge strong again. He nuzzles the back of my neck, grazing teeth over the flesh at the juncture of my shoulder. His cock stirs and hardens against my ass.
“You’re like a fucking addiction,” he says, breath gusting over my ear as he lifts my leg and pushes into me from behind. The sweet friction of his thick cock filling me again makes me gasp and I push back, powerless to tamp down the need.
He resumes teasing my clit as he fucks me. He does it slowly this time, hips rocking up and in with each deep, solid thrust, all the while murmuring filthy fantasies about what he wants to do to me later.
After we both come once more, I finally have the presence of mind to suggest we bathe. I’m losing focus and energy, and I haven’t eaten since the bagel and banana I snatched from the hotel buffet during mine and Nina’s walk of shame.
By the time we make it under the spray, we’re ready again, and he fucks me hard against the wall while hot, soapy water courses over us both. Afterward we both agree that we should put on clothes if we intend to do anything besides fuck.
“Not that there’s anything wrong with that,” I say as I pull a long-sleeve shirt over my head. “But it’s the time apart that makes it all the sweeter, wouldn’t you say?”
Mason slips up behind me and presses his nose to my ear, arms coming around to pull me against him. He inhales deeply against the damp skin of my neck. “This craving of mine has aged three years. I’m not sure it can get much sweeter.”
I close my eyes, a dangerous
