My control shattered, and I turned wild and boisterous. I tore at his clothes, desperate for him to fill me again. I wanted him to take the very thing he claimed was his.
He picked me up, my thighs hugging his hips, my dress bundled around my waist as he carried me back to my bedroom, his mouth never leaving mine.
“I have a condom this time.” His teeth nipped at my neck before tossing me onto my bed. In the darkness, I could barely make out his outline. “I can’t believe we didn’t even think about it. I’ve never done that.”
I had been on birth control since college, but we had been so lost in the moment we didn’t even think about it. This guy had me rattled. But now that I had felt him, I wanted nothing between us.
“I want you fucking me.” I pushed my dress off me, leaving me completely naked. I reached for him, tearing off his shirt, my palms exploring his ripped torso. I felt some kind of scar down his chest, but I was too frantic for him to focus on it. “I want you bare inside of me, covered in my cum.”
“Fuck.” A deep growl came from him, his jeans and boots hitting the floor before he crawled over me. “That mouth…” he rumbled before his own crashed down on mine. My legs wrapped around him, his cock sliding through me. He groaned. “You’re so fucking wet…”
“For you.” I slid up and down him, biting at his neck. I had never spoken this way with Ben. This kind of feral need was never us. We had comfortable, good sex.
Mason was opening me up to more. To what phenomenal, mind-blowing, dirty sex could be.
I could feel his heart pounding against mine. Then he gripped my thighs, pushing them up high as he plunged into me, making me cry out.
I knew even my seventy-year-old neighbors probably heard me. It wasn’t even a choice to be quiet with him; I seemed to have lost all control. Mason cut everything else out except the pleasure, the pain, the way our bodies moved together, the way he felt inside me.
There was no question he knew what he was doing, far more than any high school, college, or even men my age knew. Mason was in a field of his own. No teenage girl knew enough about herself to handle him, challenge him.
Be his equal.
That’s what it felt like. We matched each other, pushed boundaries, and explored what turned the other one on. No shyness or doubt.
Tonight, in the dark, there was no age difference. Nothing forbidden.
It was just us.
My lids blinked open to a cloudy morning, a soft milky light glowing throughout my bedroom. I stretched, feeling every muscle in my body scream in protest, achy and sore after hours and hours of being used. For a moment, I let the memories of the night before flicker through my mind.
The incredible sex didn’t stop. All. Night. Long.
Even when we had to take a break, we never stopped kissing and touching, quickly to be aroused again, finding ourselves even needier than the time before.
I heard the sexual drive of a thirty-something woman and an eighteen-ish-year-old guy were on par. I could vouch that was true… for us. We matched each other in every way.
A knee bumped against my ass, and I twisted my head to peer over my shoulder.
Mason was sprawled out on his back, his leg bent into me, one hand on my thigh while the other one was tucked under the pillow, his face toward me, still sound asleep.
I wanted to feel shame. To be so appalled by my actions because that I could understand. Could defend. I just got caught up in the cover of darkness, in the moment. Something I’d had to get out of my system. But the light streamed in brightly, and I found him more tempting than before, not wanting to give him up. But I knew I had to.
Turning to face him, my gaze ran over his beautiful face, letting my fingers trace his lips, noticing where I had bitten into his bottom one, making it bleed. His shoulders and neck were covered in red marks from my teeth and nails.
The boy completely unraveled me, turning me feral.
A hum came from his throat, his lids not even opening, when a soft smile curled his mouth. I found myself smiling the same way in response.
“Hey.” His lids finally blinked open.
“Hey,” I whispered back.
He watched me unabashedly for a moment, like he was absorbing every molecule of me.
“Shit,” he mumbled, glancing over at my clock. “I have to go soon. Picking up Grandma today.”
“That’s good.” Sadness was creeping in, understanding this couldn’t happen again, and these may be my last moments with him. “I have to get to the shelter soon too.”
His eyes tracked me as if he could see beyond what he should.
“Too early to be overthinking already.” He reached over, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear.
My fingers gripped the pillow tighter, my gaze drifting down.
“Let me guess.” His voice was even more gravelly in the morning, striking right between my legs. “You’re going to say this can’t happen again, am I right?”
My tongue slid over my lips, my feelings and logic at war. “It can’t. It probably never should have started.” My throat strangled on the idea. “You need to be there for your grandma, and I’m busy at the shelter. I’ll be heading back to my sister’s house for Christmas in a couple of days. Plus, Addison will be coming back before school starts again.”
“Then we have until then. You can’t tell me you want this to end yet.” He turned more onto his side, facing me. His palm touched my face, his dark eyes hinting with desire.
No, I couldn’t. My craving for him was at DEFCON 1 after last night.
“Let’s enjoy every moment we can, until we can’t,” he propositioned.
“So merely sex?” I countered. “No feelings involved or talk about anything more. It ends when it ends,” I said, but I could feel everything in me screaming no, already knowing this was a mistake. We needed to end it now before I got in too deep. Because I would want more.
Mason’s throat went up and down, a nerve in his cheek twitching, an emotion I couldn’t decipher fluttering over his face before it was gone.
“Sure.” He nodded. A slow smirk twisted his mouth, his gaze heating. “Just a ridiculously obscene amount of dirty sex. Who knows, maybe by then, both of us will be completely over it.”
Doubtful.
By his expression, he didn’t believe it either, but I couldn’t say no. I didn’t want to. And this gave me time to get him out of my system. To get me back in the land of the living and able to move on and heal.
“I think we better get started on the dirty sex.” He rolled me over on my back, his weight feeling delicious between my thighs.
“Thought you had to get going?” I teased, my hands curving over his marvelously firm ass, dragging my nails across his skin.
“I bet I can make you come in less than three minutes.” Heat sparked in his eyes, and I felt him hard against my stomach, rolling into me.
“Oh really?” I lifted a brow. “What if I make you come before that?”
“Challenge accepted.” He leaned down, his mouth devouring mine. Our kiss went instantly hungry and needy, making me wet and desperate to feel him enter me again. I rolled him over on his back, straddling him, his hand brushing over my breasts and hips as my eyes took him in.
In the daylight, my attention caught on the thick pinkish-white scar tissue running down his chest. I hadn’t noticed in the dark, but now it drew my focus. My finger trailed down it, making him suck in.