It had been three long days since the big scene at Mason’s apartment. When he hadn’t heard from Jocelyn the next day he was irritated, not at her, but the situation. They texted each other daily, and when she took hours to reply he knew she’d been really hurt. Mason had spent most of his time over the last couple of days at the bar and avoiding Preston, whom he blamed for the whole mess. Bo had been just as much of a jerk, but he typically followed Preston’s lead.
Not hearing from Jocelyn gave Mason the perfect excuse to let off some steam and the chance to tear into Preston.
“Fuck you, Preston. You are supposed to be my boy. You’re supposed to have my back. I can’t believe you said that shit, especially with her in the next room. Come on, have some class.”
“Dude. Calm down. Don’t let some chick get in between us. She’ll get over it. If not, you dodged a bullet, you will thank me. She isn’t for you, man,” Preston said passively.
“That’s not your call. You need to keep your fucking opinions to yourself or you’re going to find yourself a new business partner and in need of a new friend. I’m dead fucking serious. Get over yourself,” Mason warned.
“What’s so special about this girl? I don’t get it. Sure, she’s hot. But really, what can you have in common? She’s not into clubs. She goes to charity events for fuck’s sake!”
“We have plenty in common, and it’s none of your fucking business what we do! I love her.” Mason’s heart pounded in his chest at the words that rolled easily off his lips. Words he had considered in his head, but now that he’d said them out loud he knew they were true.
“You what?” Preston’s face paled.
“Come on, man. I know you of all people won’t get it, but I got a good thing going here. Don’t get in between it. Don’t make me choose.”
Preston pressed his lips together, crossing his arms over his chest, and shook his head at Mason.
“Whatever you say,” Preston said before abruptly leaving the apartment.
“Hey, guy? Can I get a beer?” someone called from the end of the bar, pulling Mason back into the now.
“Sure.” He nodded.
Tonight he wasn’t working a full shift. He’d convinced Jocelyn to let him come over. He was anxious to see her. He decided working was a better option than pacing in the apartment, waiting for her to respond to his texts. She said she had dinner plans but that he could come over after, around eight-ish. He wanted to ask if her plans were a date but didn’t. They hadn’t broken up; it wasn’t even a fight. Neither one had done anything wrong. Mason was upset that Jocelyn’s feelings had been hurt, and that she had shut him out, but he couldn’t blame her. Maybe Preston was right and she would get over it? But in his experience women didn’t get over having their feelings hurt that easily.
Mason wished he had a plan, but he was going to wing it. Let Jocelyn lead the conversation and do what he could to reassure her that while his friends were jerks, he wasn’t about to let them get between what they had. There was no way in hell that something as trivial as a number was going to change the way they felt about one another.
* * * *
It was a little before eight PM when Mason arrived at Jocelyn’s extravagant home with a bouquet of white calla lilies and yellow roses, her favorite. But when the door opened he almost dropped the flowers, and his jaw. Jocelyn stood before him wrapped in a red, silk bathrobe and black heels that added more than a couple of inches to her petite frame. Her hair was straight and sleek, swept across her face. She looked like a true seductress.
Her giggle brought him out of his paralyzing gaze. She must have liked the impact she’d made on him.
“Wow. I—like…really…wow.” Mason felt like an idiot for not being able to think of anything better to say.
“Please, come in.” Jocelyn waved at him.
He could only follow direction, on auto-pilot in stupor.
“Are these for me?” she asked.
Mason nodded, handing the flowers over, going in for a kiss on the cheek.
“That’s not good enough,” she said in a smooth, soft tone, raising an eyebrow. “I want you to kiss me like you did the other night.”
“How exactly was that?” he asked, recovering from the trance he’d been stuck in.
“It was raw and intense. Like I was air and you were desperate for just a simple breath. I want you to kiss me like it’s the last time you will.”
“Is it?”
“That’s not what I mean. You’ve made love to me so gently and beautifully. Tonight, I want you to feel the shameless need I have for you.”
Mason knew what she was talking about. He had been delicate-ish with her in the bedroom. From their conversations about sex, he knew it was something that had worried her in the beginning. He was a gentleman, but more than that, he was her man, and if she needed more, he was going to give her just that.
He wasn’t going to wait one more second; it had already been too long. Swooping in, he tossed Jocelyn over his shoulder, not caring about the flowers that fell to the floor.
“Mason!” she tried to scold, but her giggle gave her away. “Mason, I have to put the flowers in water.” She tried again.
“Fuck the flowers!” He kicked them out of his path as he made his way down the long hallway.
Reaching the bedroom, which seemed to take an eternity, Mason playfully tossed Jocelyn on the bed, causing her bathrobe to fall open, exposing black lace lingerie. She looked good enough to eat, which was exactly what he was going to do.
Taking off her heels meticulous, one at a time, he tossed them on the floor. “These could be dangerous.”
He liked the way her eyes widened at his words. Mason ran his hands up and down the inside of her silky-smooth legs, before driving them open. He smiled up at Jocelyn who stared back with hooded eyes.
Mason crawled onto the bed just enough to settle his face between her legs. Starting with a slow, thoughtful purpose, he licked the inside of her left thigh, stopping right before her sheer panties. He followed suit on the other taut thigh, inching his way up, this time placing a kiss on her core before blowing a puff of hot breath into the sensitive place over her panties. When her body squirmed he firmly put a hand on each leg, right above the knee, holding them apart. And gave a long, languid lick up the covered folds of her pussy.
“Oh no, Mason.”
“No? Do you mean no?” He buried his face with another hot breath.
“Yes.”
Mason pulled back with concern. No? Yes?
Jocelyn scooted to the end of the bed, where he stood, then sat up, dangling her legs off the side. She let her hands do all the talking as they began undoing his belt. The low lighting in the room twinkled in her fiery eyes as she carefully pulled down his pants, only to have his boxers follow suit.
Mason let out a heavy breath as her gentle hands took hold of his raging cock, moments before her dainty mouth took him in cautiously, and it was all he could do to stay standing. He reached down, combing his hands through her smooth hair as she bobbed carefully back and forth.
“You don’t even know how good that feels,” he encouraged.
His hands roamed down her body and pulled down the bodice of the negligee, exposing her breasts. He rolled the perky nipples between his fingers, causing Jocelyn to lock hard on to his erection and pull back. The tight suction felt almost as glorious as her tight pussy. With her mouth on him, and her breasts in his hands, he was on the edge of coming undone.
“I’m so hard. You want intense…we’re going to fuck like never before,” Mason said, brusquely pulling Jocelyn off his cock, standing her up.
Jocelyn shot him a sexy smirk as she wiped moisture away from her lips, and in record time Mason stripped out of his clothes. Wait. He needed to take a beat, or he was going to come the moment he entered her sweet cunt. As painfully hard as he was becoming, he needed this night of pleasure to last as long as possible.
No words were spoken as their eyes locked, their chests heaving in unison, and the musk of sexual tension heated the room. Mason’s hands slid down the silky nightgown, reaching her velvety skin. Slipping his hands up the dress, he palmed her bare mound, and Jocelyn rocked into him, her body finding a steady rhythm. The delicate moans that flowed from her lips only egged on his ego; knowing that he did this to her, that this was just the beginning. Undressing his beautifully wrapped present added another layer to the intense foreplay.
With a half-step back, she let him push the thin fabric over her head before he tossed it on the floor behind them. His hands now focused on the hot, wet core of her body calling to him. Shifting her panties just past the curve of her ass, he let gravity do the rest as they spilled to the floor.
Mason swallowed hard at the sight of a naked, wanton, deserving Jocelyn standing before him. He pulled the mesmerizing woman to his body. With hands firmly on her hips, his lips wandered down her neck, placing kisses until he found that sweet spot that made her whimper.
Unable to resist any longer, he slipped two fingers into her wet pussy, ready to make her come. Mason’s own breath increased with each little moan that slipped from Jocelyn’s swollen lips, his cock twitching with enthusiasm. He loved giving her exactly what she deserved, to bring her pleasure; loving her body piece by piece. He wanted, needed, to be the only man to do this for her.
“Fuck. God. Mason,” Jocelyn called out as she bucked into his fingers.
He could tell she was close by the way her cunt pulsed around his fingers. He increased his pace before pushing his thumb against her clit, and the juices of the beautiful Jocelyn flowed. Her moans echoed in the room as her body quivered in his arms, her hands tangled in his hair as the orgasm visibly rocked through her body.
Mason only stopped when her body relaxed and the sound of panting filled the room. Wrapping his arms around her waist, her face fell into his chest.
“How do you want this, Joss?” he whispered as he ground his thick cock into her core.
“How do you want to give it to me?” she asked meekly, peeking up from the nook of his chest.
“Nope. You tell me. This is your show. You seduced me. How did you see this playing out?”
Jocelyn blushed as she turned her face from his. “You made love to me so gentle last time, what else do you have?”
Mason’s stomach sunk, and his cock throbbed at the words. What else do you have?
“Just tell me when to stop.”
Mason pressed his lips hard against hers, their teeth knocking together as Jocelyn tried to keep up with the rough kiss. Pulling away, he looked at her for reassurance. Just how much could she take?
“More,” she whispered.
Mason’s mouth went dry. She wanted more. More what exactly? He didn’t consider himself a rough sex kind of guy, but there were a few tricks that did it for him, and maybe she’d like them too. Mason clasped Jocelyn’s hands and led her over to the side of the bed. Pulling a condom from the nightstand, he settled on the bed, sheathed himself, and motioned to Jocelyn.
“You, on top.” He winked.
Without missing a beat, she crawled on top, settling her hot core above his aching erection. It was going to be all he could do to keep from coming at the first touch of her wetness. His hands went up to her hips to hold her for guidance, but there was none of that, Jocelyn slammed down hard, thrusting him deep inside her.
“Fuck!” Mason shouted, his body jolting up in the bed. He touched her delicate cheek then moved his hand to the back of her head where he took a strong hold of her hair and tipped her head back, ensuring that she couldn’t ride his dick, not too much at least.
The surprise on Jocelyn’s face was quickly replaced by devilish wanton. He bucked his hips hard off the bed, his hand still tangled in her hair, holding her to absorb the pressure. When she rocked against his base, he moved his hands to her slim hips and lifted her just enough off his cock to thrust back down on it, and with the drop of her body he pushed up, hitting the depths of her core.
“Ahh. Yes, yes, yes,” she exclaimed, slumping a bit forward, looking to stabilize herself.
She pushed her hands into his chest and rode him, grinding her pussy against his base as it met. Mason could feel the muscles in her tight canal start contracting, and with each pulse he was right there too.
Sitting up, he wrapped his arms up around her back, holding on to her shoulders; their bodies molding together as one, as his muscles took what they needed from her, working her body over one thrust after another.
“Oh God. Fuck me!”
The dirty words from the pretty mouth was all he needed, and with a roar Mason came hard and deep inside the woman he loved.