Under His Protection (19 page)

Blake leaned in, dabbed at that bit of
liquid with her tongue and the spicy, slightly sour taste of him
filled her mouth. She couldn’t tell Mason what she felt, too scared
he would push her away. So she would show him instead.

How much she wanted to be his. That he had
her complete and utter surrender and trust. Forever.

He trembled in her grip and she drew him
into her mouth, wrapped her lips around the flared head of his
cock. He pulsed and throbbed against her tongue and she pulled him
deeper, taking him as far as he could go before drawing him almost
all the way out.

She rested her hand against a hair roughened
thigh, the rock hard muscle beneath her palm tensing and she
stroked down, then up, up further until she gently cupped his
balls. Triumph surged through her when she felt him shake, heard
him groan with agonized pleasure.

There was such power in this exchange, even
though she was the one down on her knees. His most important and
beloved appendage throbbed in her mouth, rested between her teeth
and he trusted she would treat him with the utmost care.

And she would. She savored him, her lips
sucking, tongue licking, dancing over his thick, velvety length.
She enjoyed this and she never had before with another man. But
with Mason, she wanted to give. Wanted to show how much she wanted
him, how much she wanted to please him.

This act most definitely pleased him. She
was arrogant enough to know what she did with her mouth and hands
brought him to the brink of orgasm in a matter of minutes.

He settled his hands on top of her head,
knocking her from her thoughts and she glanced up, caught him
watching her. His mouth was parted, lips damp, ragged breaths
escaping him and he smoothed her wet hair back. He wanted to
watch.

Men were such visual creatures, she thought
with amusement. She’d much rather close her eyes and feel.

Blake withdrew him from her mouth, curling
her tongue around the head before she licked the length of his
cock. He shuddered, a low murmur of pleasure sounded deep in his
throat and she paused, looked up at him once more.

“Don’t stop,” he begged, his chest
heaving.

She smiled. “You want to come like
this?”

He nodded fiercely, his hair flopping onto
his forehead and he shoved it back impatiently before that large,
capable hand settled on top of her head once again.

“Do you want to come in my mouth,
Mason?”

“Jesus, yes.” He sounded pained, as if he
were dying and maybe he was, she wasn’t sure. To put him out of his
misery, she sucked him deep into her mouth once more, licking,
stroking his cock until he tensed, his balls drawn up tight against
his body.

He tightened his hands in her hair, tugging
her hair with his fingers but she ignored the pain. Focused solely
on the pleasure she was bringing forth. At the first shot of semen
in her mouth, she sucked harder, milking him as he came with a
shout, his body trembling with his release.

She gently lapped at him as he relaxed,
finally withdrawing him from her mouth. Settling on her haunches,
the water pounded over her, making her shiver. Most of the heat was
gone, the water lukewarm now and she hugged her arms closer to her
body.

Strong hands grasped her by the upper arms
and hauled her to her feet. Mason pulled her close, wrapping one
arm around her waist while he reached to turn off the water. She
rested her head against his damp chest, dark hairs tickling her
cheek. He smoothed his hands up and down her back as if trying to
warm her.

“Let’s get dry,” he murmured in her ear,
then nibbled on the lobe.

She shivered and nodded, letting him lead
her out of the shower, standing still on the plush rug while he
reached for a towel and slowly, sensually began to dry her
skin.

A soft sigh escaped her as he smoothed the
towel over her body, lingering on her breasts, her stomach. She
closed her eyes when he bent before her and dried her legs.
Starting at her ankles, he slowly moved up, over her calves, her
knees, the inside of each thigh. And when he pressed a soft kiss on
her mound, she quivered with pleasure, wanting more.

So much more.

He stood, grabbing a fresh towel and briskly
drying himself off. She watched, dazed and wobbly on her feet and
he rubbed the towel over his head vigorously before he let it drop
to the floor.

“Come with me, babe.” He grabbed her,
literally picked her up and carried her to the bedroom where he
gently set her on the bed. He joined her, stretching his long frame
alongside of hers and she crawled on top of him. Straddling his
hips, she rested her hands flat on his chest, curling her fingers
into the crisp hair that grew there.

He reached for her, trailing his fingers
down her arms. Already his erection grew, nudging against her
backside.

“Impressive,” she murmured as she leaned
down and brushed a soft, lingering kiss to his mouth.

He followed her lips when she pulled away
from him, his head lifting from the pillows and he smiled. “It’s
all your fault.”

She rubbed against his lower belly, just
above his growing cock and slid her hands down, over his washboard
stomach, her fingers tickling. He lurched up, as if trying to buck
her off and she clamped her thighs hard against his hips, smiling
when she heard him chuckle.

Joy filled her at his playful side,
something he didn’t share very often. He was always so damn
serious, it was a refreshing change.

But Blake liked all of his sides. She loved
them. She loved
him.

She just needed to find the courage to tell
him.

* * * *

The damp goddess who sat astride him was
driving him out of his ever lovin’ mind. She hovered above him, a
coy smile on her face, her perfect breasts with their equally
perfect nipples taunting him. Unable to resist, he sat up, wrapping
his arms around her back as he drew first one, then the other
nipple into his mouth.

A gasp escaped her and she slid her hands
into his hair, holding him close as he licked and sucked each
nipple. He was desperate to please her, his body still throbbed
with pleasure after his earlier orgasm.

The blow job in the shower had blown his
mind, bringing forth the most gut wrenching orgasm of his life. He
had no fucking idea he could come like that.

Hell, he didn’t know he could be raring to
go so soon after coming like that either. But he was. He couldn’t
wait to bury himself deep inside Blake’s tight, wet heat.

Something had shifted between them. There
was no denying what they shared was more than sex. And though he
hadn’t agreed to take it further, he wanted to. Too scared to admit
it, he kept quiet.

It was easier that way. He didn’t want to
hurt her. Didn’t want to fuck this up. Day by day was best.

He watched in fascination as Blake rubbed
herself along him much like a cat, her sweet spot settled against
his stomach, tantalizing him with her wet heat. The wicked smile
that curved her lips told him he was in for a wild ride and when
she bent to kiss him, he thrust his tongue deep into her mouth,
leaving her panting when he broke the kiss.

“Mason,” she whispered. His name had never
sounded so sweet and he kissed her again, clutching her head with
his hands, tugging on her damp hair. She shifted, aligning their
bodies perfectly.

With slow, deliberate strokes, she moved
over him, just the head of his cock nestled amongst the folds of
her wet sex. She hissed at the contact and bit her lower lip as she
moved back and forth teasing her clit with his erect cock.

“You want it, baby?” He loved talking to
her, seeing the reaction written all over her face, the pretty pink
flush that darkened her creamy skin. “You want to ride my
cock?”

She nodded furiously, as if she couldn’t
speak and he thrust upward, filling her with one strong, sure
stroke. The moan that escaped her made him groan in return. He
pushed deeper, all the breath leaving his lungs at the first
sensation of her clenched around him like a tight, velvety
fist.

Slowly, they began to move, her downward
shift meeting his upward thrust in the most perfectly coordinated
dance. She curled her hands around his shoulders and dropped her
head back, the ecstasy etched all over her face driving him on.

He enjoyed nothing more than giving this
woman pleasure. She was so responsive to his every touch and it
thrilled him, how well they moved together.

Already she was close, he could tell.
Gripping her hips, he brought her down hard, filled her as deep as
he could. She ground down on him, unabashed in her movements, not
embarrassed for what she reached for. And what she reached for, he
fully planned to give her.

Within minutes she stilled above him, and
then her orgasm rippled through her, her body giving a jerk before
he felt the flutters and clench of her pussy around his cock. She
milked him, her moans coming with every shudder wracking her body.
He watched in mute fascination as she came all over him.

She pushed him into his climax and he rode
it, closing his eyes as he came so hard, he saw stars. Sparkling,
shooting stars flashed beneath his closed lids, his breath came in
ragged gasps, his entire body quivering with exhaustion after the
two overwhelming orgasms he’d just experienced.

Blake slumped against him, her body wrapped
all around his, his cock still buried inside her. She kissed him,
her lips soft and sweet, and damn if he didn’t want her again. All
sweaty and sticky and tired, yeah, it sounded good, real good to
give it another go.

So he rolled her over onto her back and with
a wicked smile, gave it another go.

She didn’t offer a single protest. Not that
he believed she ever would.

Chapter Thirteen

Blake dropped her paintbrush onto the table
and walked over to the window, grabbing her cell from her desk
along the way. With a sigh, she scanned through her contacts until
she came upon Suzanne’s name and selected it to dial.

Suzanne answered immediately, her voice
rushed, breathless. “Hey, are you able to come over this
morning?”

“Do you still want me to?” Blake glanced out
the window, watched the heavy rain fall in steady sheets. It had
started in the middle of the night and hadn’t let up. The dark,
steely gray sky indicated it wasn’t going to stop any time
soon.

“I know the weather is awful, but I really
need your support.” Suzanne’s voice lowered to the barest whisper.
“I’m having man trouble. Remember that guy I told you about?”

Blake perked up. Suzanne had never revealed
the former someone who lurked in her past. She knew Suzanne had
come to Whitney Island to get away from a certain man in
particular. Well, she at least assumed that.

“You want to meet at the coffee shop?” Blake
started moving about her studio, putting supplies away in
anticipation of her leaving. A latte and a muffin sounded good
right about now. She hadn’t eaten any breakfast and Mason was still
in her bed. Usually he’d be in the kitchen, cooking them breakfast
by now.

She was getting spoiled. That’s why she let
him sleep in this morning. She’d woken up extra early, full of
energy and itching to get her hands on her paintbrush. Since they’d
stayed up far too late doing deliciously wicked things to each
other, she’d left him alone.

Glancing at the clock, she noted it was
almost ten and Mason still wasn’t up. She must’ve really worn him
out.

A wicked smile curled her lips at the
thought.

“I—I can’t meet you. Do you mind coming over
to my place?”

Blake instantly sobered. Her friend seemed
in trouble and she needed to concentrate on that. “Oh. No, I don’t
mind. When?”

“Right now, if that’s okay? I really, really
need to talk to you.”

The urgency in Suzanne’s voice was clear.
Blake wondered what had got her worked up so terribly.

“Okay. Give me a few minutes to clean up and
then I’ll be there. I need your address though.”

Suzanne gave her the information and Blake
hung up, bustling about the room, picking up everything she’d
strewn about in the last couple of hours. Grabbing her coffee cup,
she went to the kitchen and set the mug in the sink, then headed
back toward the bedroom.

Cracking the door open, the room was extra
dark, the blinds shut and curtains drawn. Mason lay in bed, the
sound of his deep, steady breathing filling the room. She padded
quietly across the floor and stopped on his side of the bed,
watching him sleep.

He looked vulnerable while in slumber, a
word she would normally never use to describe Mason. His face was
softened by sleep, his lips full and parted, those thick, dark
lashes like little fans brushed against his skin. His dark hair
mussed, one leg was slung out and over the covers.

Blake sighed. She hated waking him,
especially for this. She wouldn’t be gone long and she’d call or
text him the moment she arrived, let him know where she was.
Suzanne probably didn’t want him around. Clearly she was looking
for some one-on-one girl talk and Mason would be forced to sit
outside.

She wrinkled her nose. How she hated that he
didn’t trust Suzanne but really, she was a big girl, she could
handle herself. What could happen to her?

Deciding to leave him a note, she found a
notepad and scribbled a quick message, then left it propped against
the lamp on the bedside table. It was best if she slipped out for a
little while, offered comfort and an ear to Suzanne and then come
back.

Besides, she wanted to prove to Mason that
Suzanne was perfectly harmless. Maybe she’d even ask her about the
fake name and whatnot. If she could get Suzanne to confess her
past, maybe that would bring them closer.

Leaning over him, she dropped a quick kiss
to his stubble-roughened cheek. She grabbed her purse from where it
rested on her dresser and quietly snuck out of the house.