Mace (Cocky Cage Fighter #4) (15 page)

“Y-yes.” I’d laugh at his question if I wasn’t so lost to the pleasure.

Mason’s warm breath rushes out against my ear. “Fuck, Hailey,” he mutters. “I don’t have a condom ‘cause I wasn’t planning on this happening, but I swear to you that I’ve never
not
used one. I get tested and don’t ever chase waterfalls. I stick to the rivers and lakes I’m used to-”

“I trust you.” I interrupt him when he starts ramblin’ old TLC lyrics. And for some reason, I really do believe he’s bein’ nothin’ but honest.

Reachin’ behind me, I stroke his hard cock through the front of his pants, causin’ his hips to thrust forward into my grip. “Now shut up and fuck me,” I order him.

“Yes, ma’am,” he replies; and as soon as I move my hand, I hear his zipper go down. That’s when a case of the nerves hits. He gave me too much time to think. Are we really gonna do this? Have I lost my mind? I actually yelp when the smooth, blunt head of his cock presses against my ass cheek, but he only lowers it to rub through the wetness from my pussy.

“I’ll try not to hurt you,” he assures me. “Just say the word and I’ll stop.” When he pulls my hips back, I almost tell him to wait. Before I can get any words out, he pushes forward; and then the wide tip of his cock is lodged inside me. My palms smack against the door and I hear a whimperin’ sound. It takes me a minute to realize it came from me.

Mason’s big hand covers the top of one of mine and squeezes it sweetly. He leans down next to my ear and says, “Relax, sweetheart. The worst is probably over.”

On my exhale, he thrusts in deeper, makin’ me cry out at the combination of a slightly painful burn simultaneous to an odd sensation of pleasure.

“Fuck, you’re tight. So good. Gotta move,” Mason gasps into my hair. “Tell me you’re okay.”

“I’m…I’m,” I stutter over the words when he starts thrustin’ with a slow, smooth rhythm. “Ahhh,” I moan when his free hand snakes around the front of my body. His thumb finds my clit, and two fingers pump in and out of my pussy.

“You’re what, sweetheart?” he asks, movin’ faster, harder in and out me, in front and behind.

“Oh God, Mason,” I groan as he fucks me within an inch of my life, fillin’ me with his cock and his fingers. He stills deep inside me, and then those long, talented fingers of his are strokin’ his length through the thin, inner layer separatin’ my pussy from his cock.

“Fucking incredible. Love your tight ass squeezin’ my cock and your pussy ridin’ my fingers,” he tells me, placin’ wet kisses on my neck before he starts to move again, fuckin’ me so hard and good that I claw at the door where my face is plastered, tryin’ to find somethin’ to hold on to.

“Harder. Fuck me harder,” I tell him, because I want to feel him lose control as he invades every inch of space within me. Mason slams into me so hard my pelvis, braced by his hand, rams into the door with each pump of his hips. The pressure on my clit sends me soarin’ yet again.

“Mason! Oh God, Mason!”  My orgasm is so intense, so unbelievable, that there’s nothin’ but the pulses of pleasure tightenin’ my body and then his quick pants and grunt of release against my ear before I feel the hot spray of his cum filling me up.

“Damn,” he groans while still twitchin’ deep inside me. “You milked me dry. Best fuck…ever. Let’s go back to your room…so we can do it again.”

“You might…have to carry me,” I warn him through the pants since my legs don’t want to hold up my weight. His strong arm bands tighter around my waist to keep me upright.

When reality starts seepin’ back in, I begin to worry that our friends have noticed both of our long absences. Well, more specifically that Senn or Linc noticed since everyone else already knows.

“Did Senn see you follow me in here?” I ask, and I feel Mason immediately pull his cock out. The emptiness is palpable and makes me feel…vulnerable and embarrassed about what we just did as I stand exposed with his arousal drippin’ down my backside. I hear the spin of the toilet paper holder and then Mason is cleanin’ up the mess he made on me when he says, “Nah, he was probably too busy trying to pull off a threesome.”

“A threesome?” I exclaim.

“Uh-huh.”

“You know all about those, don’t you?” I ask, lookin’ at him over my shoulder and waitin’ with a poundin’ heart for his response. Will he admit it or lie? If that’s what he’s into…I know I couldn’t ever do that for him.

“Uh-huh,” he says absently as he continues to clean me up between my legs. “Jesus. I filled you up with more cream than a damn jelly donut.”

I can’t help it; I giggle at the absurd comment when he compares my ass to a freakin’ pastry while we’re standin’ in a random, dirty bathroom. While I’m laughin’, Mason pulls my panties back up and lowers my dress before spinnin’ me around to face him. His sated and amused crooked smile has me bubblin’ over again, makin’ me feel younger, and so carefree and happy. Not very common emotions for me. Who knew it would take anal penetration to get me here.

After Mason lets out his own chuckle, he yanks me against his chest and hugs me to him tightly. I’m not sure how long we stand there in the bathroom stall, but the extended embrace with our arms around each other and my head on his shoulder is nice and sweet after doin’ somethin’ so freakin’ dirty. His masculine cologne and scent of leather is so comfortin’, just like bein’ held by him. The intimate hug is the extreme opposite of the way we were lost to the intense lust moments earlier. So lost that we got it on in a nasty club bathroom, but God it felt really good.

Mace

The woman killed my cock. I was looking forward to round two when we got back to the beach house, but Hailey passed out as soon as her head hit the pillow after our quick shower. I thought I would need to jerk off a few times before my cock settled down, but he’s just as exhausted as she is. It’s never taken me this damn long to recover; therefore, she obviously broke it in her wonderful, tight, perfect ass.

I look down the length of my naked body lying next to Hailey’s, expecting at least a twitch as I replay the awesome memory, but nope, nothing. Spooning against the comatose woman, I press myself into that amazing ass but that doesn’t inspire little Mason, either. Well, fuck. At least I hope I’ll be able to fuck again.
Of course I will. I’ve got the magic stick
, I tell myself with a yawn before I drift off to sleep.

…

“Mmm. Oh yeah,” I groan when I wake up and look down to find an incredible ass rubbing against my cock. My hard as a rock cock. I’m back!

God, I need to fuck Hailey. Good ole pussy to cock fucking is what I want more than anything. I urgently mount her, spreading her thighs with my knee. When she blinks stunning blue eyes up at me though, I freeze. A week from now, those eyes I’m drowning in will be hundreds of miles away and this, making love to her, will be nothing but a fond memory unless she agrees to keep seeing me. There’s a reason I’ve only slept with a handful of women, because it means something to me. I might fuck my girls down and dirty, but at the end of the day, I know they’re gonna stick around, not hop on a plane and just leave me behind. They actually care about me, but Hailey…I’m not so sure this is more than a fling to her. So what do I do? I decide to keep this as impersonal as possible until she says otherwise.

Leaning down, I kiss my way down between her tits, licking and sucking as I go. That’s right, I’m gonna lick ‘em and suck ‘em, get them nice and wet before I fuck ‘em.

“Please, sweetheart. I need to fuck your titties,” I tell her before taking her nipple into my mouth.

“Okay,” she agrees.

The word barely leaves her mouth before I’m in position, squeezing her tits together around my achingly hard cock. With my first thrust, Hailey’s tongue snakes out and licks the head of my cock.

“Shit, that feels so good,” I tell her. My thumbs strum over her nipples as I stroke myself in her beautiful cleavage. She keeps licking me with quick teases that have me ready to explode. When she fists my cock to suck me deep, I reach behind me and work her button until her body quakes underneath me with her release, just before my own magical explosion goes. I swear I see fireworks blasting off in the room around us when I come in her mouth.

“Now that’s the way I like to start the day,” I tell her when I collapse sweaty and out of breath on top of her, already feeling a little guilty for taking her in such a detached way. “Good morning.” I kiss her cheek and down her neck trying to show her I’m not a completely selfish asshole that’s only using her body. Nope, I’m just a scared little pussy who’s terrified of heartbreak. I’ve had enough of that shit to last a lifetime.

“Mornin’,” Hailey mumbles with a contented sigh that alleviates a smidge more of my guilt.

“Ready for a shower?” I ask after we recover and my body decides it finally wants to work again.

“Mmm.”

“I’ll take that as a yes,” I tell her with a chuckle. Standing beside the bed, I stretch with my arms over my head, and then I haul her up, throwing her over my shoulder like a sack of sexy potatoes.

“Stop!” she protests with smacks to my back. “Put me down! You’ll hurt yourself.”

I pause in mid-stride and repeat the phrase slowly in indignation. “I’ll
hurt
myself? You do know I’m stronger than a motherfucking ant, right? I can lift two hundred and fifty pounds, more than my own body weight, babe. You weigh what, half that?” I ask with a smack to her ass. “Light as a fucking feather.” That reminds me that I didn’t see her throw up yesterday; and believe me, I was watching out for it. “Hey, thank you for not barfing yesterday,” I tell her when I set her feet down next to the tub and reach over to turn on the showerhead full blast.

She opens her mouth to say something and then closes it. “I told you I don’t barf every day. Besides, I figure you’ve givin’ me plenty of workouts.”

“Damn right. I know lots of ways to burn calories, all of which require you to be naked. Not that you need to burn calories because your body is fuckin’ bangin’ baby.
Every
inch of it.”

She looks down and pushes her hair that’s fallen loose from her ponytail behind her ear as if suddenly embarrassed when she realizes she’s not wearing anything. “You’re the only man who’s ever seen me naked. How did I get naked?” she asks softly, apparently forgetting our joint shower late last night after I gave her multiple bathroom orgasms. Four, but who’s counting?

My jaw unhinges after my uncaffienated mind finally deciphers her insane admission. “How can you be a twenty-seven-year-old, gorgeous model and no one’s seen you naked?”

“I insisted on lights out or keepin’ my clothes on,” she says with a shrug that makes her heavy, perfect tits jiggle temptingly. “Besides, I haven’t been with that many men, Mr. Threesome.”

“Hey! I haven’t been with that many men either.” Like I hoped, my joke makes her laugh instead of focus on the threesome issue I can’t deny. I don’t want her asking for details, and I don’t want to think about the fact that eventually I’m gonna have to fess up to all of this week’s exploits. “How is it possible that you haven’t been with many men?” I ask her.

She shrugs again, bouncin’ her tits, making me a huge fan of the gesture. “I’m just not dateable, I guess. My friends and I go out, and men always buy them drinks and ask them to dance all night, but not me. Guys refuse to even talk to me.”

“Well, no shit,” I tell her, and her beautiful blue eyes widen. “You’re fucking perfect. Untouchable even.”

“Whatever,” she mutters, looking away. “They don’t want me because I’m an Amazon and my friends are all cute and petite like men prefer.”

“Hailey, I’m dead serious,” I assure her, cupping her jaw so she has to look up at me. “If I didn’t know you, I never would’ve walked up and tried to talk to you. Other men don’t either because you’re in a league of your own. They know they’re just gonna get shot down. You’re too damn sexy to be real because you actually
do
belong on the pages of a magazine and not in ordinary, real life,” I tell her honestly. Then I can’t resist reaching for her body and stroking both of my hands down her hourglass curves. “But don’t think for a second that every man in every room you walk into isn’t imagining what you look like naked, even if they know there’s no way in hell they’ll ever get to find out for sure.”

My eyes wander back up to her blank face that still doesn’t look convinced. “If my friends and I saw you out at a club and I told them I’d been with you, they would never fucking believe it. The fact that no other man but me has seen the Holy Grail makes me the envy of the entire male species, especially those dumbasses you dated in the past.”

“Those men were gentlemen who would never consider takin’ my clothes off
without
my permission,” she says with a poke to the center of my chest. Instead of backing away, I push against it to get closer to her.

“Their loss, my gain,” I tell her, leaning down for a quick kiss on her lips before she pushes me away.

“Mornin’ breath. I need to brush my teeth,” she says, pulling out of my reach and turning to the sink. While the shower warms, I step up to the double sink next to hers; and together we brush our teeth, watching each other in the mirror. Finished and ready to kiss her in the shower, I climb in and test the water on my hand to see if it’s warm yet. Since it is, I step under the showerhead and lean my head back to wash my hair.

When I wipe the water from my eyes and open them, Hailey’s standing in front of me with her arms wrapped around herself like she’s cold.

“Here, let’s switch places,” I tell her, reaching to maneuver the front of her body underneath the water. “Goddamn, look at that ass,” I tell her as I step up against it, resting my half-mast cock in between the beautiful globes. “Those fuckers you were with were too stupid to claim it, so now it’s
my
ass.”

She flashes me a grin before she says, “It’s your ass as long as you keep doin’ what you’ve been doin’ with it.”

“Damn right,” I tell her.

Still smiling, she tilts her head back, wetting her hair, so I offer her the little travel bottle of shampoo. I stare in awe as she lathers her blonde locks up and then rinses them. It’s seriously a fantasy come true. When I think she’s finished, I reach for her waist to feel her beautiful curves, unable to wait any longer. Hailey holds on to me around my neck, so that the front of our wet bodies are pressed together.

“You know you were my first too, right?” I admit to her sheepishly. I’m immediately glad I did because she looks up at me with that incredible, stunning smile,
my
smile that makes my heart skip a few beat. “Are you sore?” I ask, rubbing a palm gently down the soft swells of her ass. Waking up so excited, I was probably too rough with her, and now I regret it.

“Just a little,” she says and then leans forward to kiss the cord of muscle along the top of my shoulder, right over my tattoo. “Worth it, though.”

Her tongue snakes out and licks the water droplets running down my biceps and to my forearm. That’s when I realize she’s following the lines of the tribal ink I got on my eighteenth birthday. On the day I legally became a man, I decided to do something manly like have someone jab a needle into my skin over and over again for six hours without crying.

“When I saw you that day in the coffee shop,” she tells me, moving her sexy mouth lower, “the first thing I thought was that I wanted to lick your tattoos.”

“Oh really?” I ask, never happier about a few hours of pain than in this moment. “Well, the first time I saw you, I was thinking that I’d really like to lick your pussy.”

She laughs and continues the tongue swirling path to the top of my hand where my tattoo ends. “Then I thought about lickin’ your ass,” she says which causes an unexpected bark of laughter to erupt from my chest. “What?” she asks with a huff. “You’ve got a really nice ass.”

I hold my palms up out in front of me, showing her I’m not arguing one bit with any desires she has involving putting her mouth on my body. “Sweetheart, I’m not judging you at all. I would love for you to lick the fuck out of any part of me you want. I just had no idea that I had a lickable ass.”

“Oh, your ass is very, very lickable,” she assures me before disappearing behind me.

“Fuck!” I exclaim in surprise when I feel the sting of her wet palm hitting the body part I thought she was going to
lick
in a slightly different way.

“It’s also spankable,” she explains, and suddenly I’m a huge fucking fan of being spanked. I slap both of my hands flat against the shower wall and stick my ass out to her in offering, making her giggle. She gives me a few more light licks of her palm and then drops to her knees to start soothing the sting with her warm, wet tongue. “That feels nice,” I tell her over my shoulder. That wandering tongue of hers goes lower and starts tickling my sac. “God Hailey,” I groan when she sucks one of my balls into her mouth. Reaching around, she fists my hardening length as her mouth works me over. My hips rock with her strokes, as I stay face first against the wall. It’s a position I’ve definitely never been in before with a woman on her knees
behind
me, and it’s so fucking hot.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa,” I warn when she trails a fingernail down the crack of my… “Ah!” She did it, she actually has a… “Oh fuck!” I exclaim, smacking my forehead on the cool wall when she activates some sort of magic button. A button in my ass that causes my release to suddenly shoot out of me from fucking nowhere. Cum explodes from my cock with the force of a firehose. It’s so powerful I can barely keep standing when I cover her small hand to milk every last drop. Good thing I’m braced against the damn wall.

I’m still panting when Hailey stands up behind me and finishes her shower like everything is perfectly normal in the world. It is so
not
. That wasn’t supposed to happen. It wasn’t supposed to be so intense and mind blowing. I wasn’t supposed to like it. Does this mean I’m gay? Why did she have to go and do something like that to cause all these crazy questions?

Hailey lets loose a soft giggle, like she’s been trying to hold back and it managed to leak out.

“You really are the damn devil, woman,” I mutter, and she throws her head back and laughs harder.

“Don’t tell me you’re a prostate virgin,” she says, as if I know what the fuck that is. “Just admit you liked it and stop lookin’ all pouty and put out. You did a lot worse to my behind.”

“Do all men…you know…” I try to ask.

“Blast off like a rocket?” she finishes. “Yes, it’s perfectly normal, May-Son.”    

“I have a new appreciation for gay sex,” I tell her, and she giggles again. God, I love that sound, even when it’s at my expense.

“Do you want me to get my vibrator-” she starts.

I gasp dramatically and slap my palm over her mouth. “Don’t you dare finish that sentence or ever ask me that again.”