The NSC Boxset: Heart of Stone (101 page)

He knocked before he entered and I took a deep breath. “Yup.” I smiled; mimicking Mason’s own unique reply to door knocking.

He opened the door, took one look at me and his jaw dropped, his eyes widened and his fists clenched. “Holy Shit, Ava” he breathed. I smiled internally at his instant erection in his swim shorts.

I was dressed in black leather basque; it was strapless and half-cupped, the panel straight down the middle was tied with leather laces so I could adjust it over my bump and I wore it with black thigh highs, black 5 inch heels and bright scarlet lipstick.

I smiled at him. “You like it?”

“Fuck baby, I am so fucking hard right now it’s painful. You look . . . WOW!”

I tipped my head provocatively and stalked towards him, ran my finger over his erection and handed him a small gift bag. “Merry Christmas,” I whispered in his ear as I bit his lobe gently and tugged. He swallowed heavily and a small groan rumbled in his throat.

He took the bag from me and peeked inside. I didn’t think his eyes could have grown much wider but . . . I was wrong. “You want to play?” he asked as he traced the edge of the leather over my half exposed nipple. I closed my eyes at his sensitive touch, bit my lip and nodded. “Jesus, you never cease to amaze me, Ava.” He swiped his thumb over my bottom lip and then retraced it with his tongue.

I was already highly turned on and taking the bag from him, I set it on the bedside table and grabbed both his hands, holding them behind his back as I nibbled on his neck. “You taste so good,” I murmured.

He moaned and tilted his head, giving me better access to his hot, salty skin. I continued nibbling down his throat, across his shoulder blade, down his incredible chest and then squatting down in front of him, my knees wide, I swiped my tongue all the way down to the edge of his shorts in one swift lick.

Dropping his hands, I removed his shorts, licking my way down and back up his toned leg. His cock was huge and solid, pulsating painfully against his belly.

Taking his hands and holding them behind him once again I tickled light kisses from his testicles to the tip of him. “Oh Jesus, Ava.”

Sheathing him fully with my mouth, I plunged all the way down on him. He was desperate to grab my hair but my hands still restrained him as I fucked him with my mouth, working him wildly.

His head dropped back and his hips jerked him further into me. “Shit Ava, I’m gonna come in your hot mouth,” he hissed through his teeth, immediately spewing his warm creamy spunk straight down the back of my throat . . . Yum!!

I released his hands as I sucked him dry and at once they wrapped around my hair, twisting my long copper strands around his long fingers and pulled me up gently with a tug. I licked my way back up, kissing him forcefully and feverishly as I cupped his arse and dug my fingers in his hard buttocks, grinning as I felt his cock coming back to life already.

“On the bed,” he demanded harshly and just a little huskily.

I smiled coyly “Yes, Sir,” I whispered as I bit my bottom lip, looking up at him through my lashes. His cock twitched at my submissiveness.

I lay on the bed, shoes still on my feet and Mason’s eyes roamed my body. “You are a sight for sore eyes Ava, every man’s wet dream.” he climbed over me, framing my body with his hard, lean form. His teeth grazed my jaw and made their way down my neck, biting and suckling, adorning me with his usual characteristic love bites but this time he made a line of marks from my neck to my breasts and Hell, it made me purr with a deep excitement.

His teeth tugged on the leather laces and opened them down to my breasts; unwrapping yet another personal gift. He sucked deeply on one of my pert nipples, pulling it between his teeth and elongating it and repeated the same motion with the other, sending hotness straight to my pussy.

He growled low in his throat as he perused my body. “You are the ultimate Goddess, Ava,” he breathed as he licked and kissed his way down the leather to my black silk thong, taking it between his teeth and tugging it down my legs and over my shoes.

I was writhing underneath him, the aroused throb in the pit of my belly becoming just near painful. He swiped his tongue all the way up my right leg until his nose landed in my groin and he inhaled deeply.

His hands pushed my legs open to display myself to him. “You have the most gorgeous cunt I have ever seen Ava; pink, hot and damn perfect.” He licked from my anus to my clitoris.

“
Oh God, Mason
” I whined. I felt his grin against my groove, he repeated the action and then reached over for the gift bag.

“You sure, Ava?” he asked softly and I nodded.

“Damn sure,” I breathed. I had never been this turned on in my life and right now I would do anything for this man . . . with this man.

He growled loudly and I felt his cock swell further against my calf. I knew he was harder and firmer than ever and I licked at my dry lips in anticipation for the glorious feeling of it inside me, the way he filled and stretched me.

He removed the first item, a sleek red vibrator and placed it beside my leg on the bed then took the second item, a tube of lubricant and then retrieved the third and final item, a pure see-through glass butt-plug and sited them next to the vibrator as he threw the bag across the room with a grin.

He kissed my belly twice and made his way back down to my sex, flicking at my clit as he passed it and plunged his tongue straight into my core prompting a loud moan and a hip jerk from me.

“Watch, Ava,” he ordered. I leaned up on my elbows and looked down at him as he picked up the vibrator and swiped the tip of it over my groove, switching it to vibrate as he circled my clit.

“FUCK!” My hips shot off the bed at the immense stimulation. He slid it into me before I came back down to earth. “Oh God!” I cried as he fucked me with it while his tongue worked rapidly at my clit.

I was writhing and grinding myself into his face and the vibrator, until I was screaming with pleasure at the orgasm that tore through every single cell in my body.

“Holy shit!” I breathed as Mason removed the vibrator and flipped me gently over onto my stomach. He pushed up my knees. “Put the pillow under your tummy, Ava.”

I pulled it down to support myself. My chest was pressed into the mattress as my arse was pushed up high. I felt his tongue enter me again as his hands kneaded my buttocks roughly.

“Face to the side, Ava,” he ordered and I turned my head so my cheek was resting against the other pillow. “Suck.” He held the butt plug against my bottom lip.

I snaked my tongue out and flicked the tip of it.

Slap!

“I said suck!” he snarled as he spanked my arse.

I groaned deeply but let him slip the plug into my mouth, the cold glass against my hot tongue felt cold and alien but the smoothness of it relieved some of my nerves. “That’s it baby, suck it!” he groaned as he squirted some lube onto his finger and slid it over my anus. He worked his finger slowly into me, withdrawing it every few centimetres to add more lube.

I was still sucking rapidly on the plug as his finger worked into my bottom; the feeling was insane, intense and utterly erotic. “Oh God Mason” I groaned as I circled my hips.

Slap!

“Keep still,” he warned.

God this
was so fucking hot!

He took the plug from my mouth and I felt his tongue back at my clitoris as he assaulted it feverishly while he continued to work the lube into my anus. I was groaning, writhing and whimpering and as another orgasm built he removed his finger and slowly and gently inserted the plug.

“
FUCK, FUCK, FUCK!
” I screamed as sparks blasted my eyes and every nerve in my over sensitive body screamed, my skin seemed to shrink against my body as I stopped breathing.

I felt Mason rest his cock against my entrance and nudge himself gently in. “Oh Christ Ava, you were tight before but like this you feel fucking exquisite.”

I groaned loudly and circled my hips against him, urging him to move. He slid out slowly and then back in, initiating a deep growl from both of us as he put pressure on the plug. The full feeling was amazing. I thought Mason was huge before but now he just felt damn enormous, stretching every part of me to within my limit. I was on fire, my arousal hitting fever point. “Oh God, Mason” I growled, “Fuck me harder.”

One of his large hands gripped my hip tightly as he reared back and then brutally thrust into me, twisting the plug on impact.

Holy Shit!

I orgasmed instantly, screaming my release as I garbled his name. My mind shut down as my body powered to life; every muscle, every nerve and every pore jolted with electricity and pleasure.

“Fuckkkkk!!” Mason cried out as he savagely battered into me, fast and hard as I slammed back against him just as brutally.

His hand slipped up to my hair and tugged me upwards so my back rested against his chest. “Ride me, Ava.”

I did just that, working myself up and down him frantically. “Yes baby, I’m gonna come so fucking hard, Ava,” he cried and as he twisted the plug again we both spiralled out of control. He yanked my head back and bit my shoulder as we both violently and ferociously climaxed, screaming each other’s name loudly and bucking and thrashing together wildly.

“Fuck!” we both said together as the stars subsided and the roaring fire died to an ember.

We both laughed. “My sentiments exactly,” he chuckled as we panted manically.

I couldn’t seem to get my breath and sweat was pouring off me. “I have a new ‘best ever orgasm’ now,” I laughed.

“Now that’s a challenge. See if we can beat your ‘best orgasm’ at least once a month.” He kissed between my shoulder blades as he gently pushed me back down on the bed and slipped himself and the plug out before he placed it on the floor beside the bed and curled up behind me, pulling my back against him as his arms enveloped me.

“Oooh I like the sound of that,” I purred and grinned to myself.

We lay silent for a while, trying to regain our equilibriums and steady our breaths when something occurred to me and I turned to face him. I palmed his cheek as I planted a kiss over his heart. “This is our last night together,” I whispered sadly, a tear instantly appearing at the thought.

He cocked his head and frowned deeply at me. “No it isn’t Ava; there’ll be plenty more, I promise. There will be business trips, nights working late where I fall asleep at my desk and nights when I just say ‘Fuck it’ and don’t go home.” He winked and grinned at me. “Ava, baby, I promise this won’t be the end for us.”

I nodded but couldn’t let myself hope, not like he did. I knew Rebecca’s vindictiveness and spitefulness and if she had the tiniest inkling he was with me she would do everything in her power to hurt him.

“Where does she think you are at the moment?” I asked, suddenly wondering how he had managed to escape her for three days.

“Spending Christmas with my mother.” He shrugged impassively.

“I’m surprised she hasn’t rang you, with it being Christmas day.” I frowned and he shrugged but looked away. I narrowed my eyes. “
Has
she rung you?”

He scowled at me. “Ava . . .” he warned me gently.

I rolled my eyes and huffed. “Do you want to know if Kade has rung?” I asked, knowing I was touching a very sore subject but I couldn’t help myself.

His lips pulled into a thin line and his eyes flashed. “Has he?” he asked coldly.

I raised my eyebrows. “See.” I knew I was being childish and I damn near wanted to poke my tongue out at him as well but he shook his head in exasperation.

“I rang her this morning.” He winced slightly then reposed himself. My jaw dropped and I couldn’t help but feel hurt.

“Well I haven’t rung Kade and I switched my phone off this morning so it didn’t hurt your feelings if he rang,” I snapped, his insensitivity maddening me. It was supposed to be our day, and it was Mason that had said to push away all thoughts of Rebecca for the past three days.

I rolled over, facing away from him, at that moment I couldn’t bear to look at him.

“Ava . . .” he sighed and snuggled behind me. “I had to ring her baby, she’s supposed to be my fiancé,” he implored. I stiffened at his words, hurting more than ever just hearing her name and fiancé roll off his tongue in the same sentence.

“Baby, I’m saying this all wrong.” He groaned. “Ava, let’s not fight. We have just made love so incredibly, it’s our last night together for a while, we have to part again tomorrow and I just want to hold you and love you for a while,” he pleaded sadly.

I sighed heavily, he was right and I was just feeling insecure, the images of him with her . . .
the fuck whore,
still pained me.

I turned back over and palmed his cheek. “I’m sorry, I’m just being a bitch.” I smiled sheepishly but he frowned.

“Ava, you are many things but you could never be a bitch baby, your heart is too honest and pure,” he whispered, kissing me lightly.

“I’m gonna miss you so much, Mason,” I sobbed as he pulled me close.

“I know baby, and me too, so fucking much it scares me,” he confessed and held me tight, his nose in my hair, his arms wrapped around me tightly as I snuggled close to him, holding him just as securely, as we both engrained this moment to our memories to help us get through the pain and torture of being apart, until the next time we were together.

CHAPTER 20

WE RETURNED TO London three days ago, on Boxing Day, and I hadn’t seen Mason since. I missed him with every fibre of my being; my heart ached for him, my body yearned for him, my eyes hungered for him and as our babies kicked and fidgeted I longed to feel the press of his large hand on my belly.

We had been secretly texting each other, flirty little texts and written words of love but I had warned him off using his phone until he bought a secret one to hide away from Rebecca. I was frantic she would find us out and force the wedding sooner, before I could put my plan into action.

I had until June 8
th
to sort out this mess and I was damn sure with my very soul that I would fix this and take my man back, where he belonged . . . in my arms.