The NSC Boxset: Heart of Stone (136 page)

“Please,” I begged as his hand slipped up the inside of my dress and his finger swept my groove.

“Damn, your dripping, Ava.” He harshly pulled the front of my strapless dress down and exposed my bare breasts to the cool night air, my nipples puckering against the cold.

Wrapping his fingers around the edge of my knickers he tore them off in one swift movement. “Lift your dress and show me that delicious cunt, Ava.” He bit my hard sensitive nipple and I ground onto his finger, trying to edge it into me. “Dress!” he demanded. I gulped and slid it over my thighs. “Fuck you’re beautiful.” He suddenly dropped to his haunches and squatted in front of me, lifted one of my legs over his shoulder and swept his tongue over me.

I moaned and moved my hips, pushing myself further into his face, my need now at explosive levels. “Eat my pussy, Mason.” He growled and then his lips latched onto my enflamed clit as he suckled me. My hips jerked and I leaned my head back against the wall and closed my eyes.

“Open your eyes Ava and look towards the door,” Mason breathed.

I frowned but did as he said. I gasped when I saw Connor watching us, his own cock in his hand as he stroked himself while he observed us. “He’s only watching baby, he won’t touch you,” Mason appeased and my heart rate spiked along with my arousal. I wasn’t sure if I was embarrassed or hotter than I’d ever been. Mason flicked at my clit and slipped a finger into me. I groaned as I pushed further down onto him. “That’s it baby, fuck my fingers.”

I gyrated my hips, grinding onto him, my eyes never left Connor’s as I watched him masturbate in front of us. His expression was hot and heavy with no sign of shame or embarrassment and I soon found myself groaning loudly and climaxing violently.

Mason stood up, his hard cock now in his own hand and he cupped my bottom and hoisted me up. “I’m gonna fuck you so hard now Ava, keep your eyes open and on Connor, let him watch as you come around my cock,” he ordered as he speared me in one hard thrust. “Fuck!” he snarled as his teeth latched on to my neck.

“Bite me, Mason” I screamed at him as I gripped his hair, my carnal need pulsing through me.

Connor had sped up his strokes and I could tell by the look on his face he was going to come any second. My gaze never left Connor’s as Mason tore into me. “Harder,” I growled, “Bite me harder Mason.” I needed to come, my body demanding the release.

He pulled out and thrust into me so deeply I yelped at the intrusion as he slipped one of his fingers into my mouth and I sucked it furiously knowing what was coming. His eyes were heavy as he slid it behind me and he slipped it into my backside as he bit me harder than ever. I screamed loudly as I exploded on Mason, and Mason exploded into me, and Connor exploded into his hand.

“Christ!” Mason rasped and I panted heavily. Connor tipped his head, winked and walked back inside.

“Fuck,” I declared.

Mason’s lips found mine as he kissed me tenderly and adoringly. “Did you enjoy being watched, Ava?” he breathed against my lips and I nodded. I know I should have been horrified but it had excited me beyond anything I’d experienced before.

Mason pulled out of me and dropped me to the floor. “Did you ask him to watch?” I asked hesitantly.

He cocked his head at me, scrutinising my face. “I did,” he stated simply and I was suddenly aware at what Mason and Connors history was.

“Was he your third at one time?”

He narrowed his eyes on me and nodded but didn’t speak. I wasn’t sure how I felt about that, knowing that they had shared a woman between them and jealous thoughts were soon coursing through me.

“Don’t, Ava,” Mason warned softly, knowing what I was thinking and I nodded. “Come on,” he said taking my hand, “and anymore dancing like that and we’ll never get home tonight.” He winked playfully as he nibbled on my earlobe.

* * *

I groaned loudly at the sun streaking through the window and exploding in to my sensitive eyes as my head thumped and my throat was scratchy and dry. “Eugh,” I rasped as I slipped out of Mason’s heavy embrace and donned my robe and went in search of coffee.

I found Courtney already at the kitchen table looking bright and cheerful. “Ooh dear,” she laughed, “I am so not jealous now, last night . . . yeah, but now . . . no!”

I filled a mug with coffee which Courtney had brewed and I plonked my arse heavily down. “I am never drinking again” I moaned as Connor and Greg entered the room.

“Morning,” they both chirped simultaneously and I groaned a response. “Jesus!” Greg laughed at me and I nodded.

“Way too much alcohol intake,” I informed them, “I can’t even remember getting home.” I drained my coffee and handed the empty mug to Greg to refill while he was making him and Connor one.

“You obviously had a good night,” Connor declared. I glanced at him, his eyes were narrow but bright.

“I did,” I told him honestly and his lips curled upwards in a sly smile.

I caught Courtney’s probing look and I winked at her. Greg handed me my replenished coffee and I stood. “Better wake my man,” I told them as I left the room.

“Ava!” Courtney shouted and I turned to her. “We’re off out in a couple of hours so you’ll have to keep your hands off him,” she smirked.

I poked my tongue out at her. “Oh, I’ll keep my hands off him.” I grinned and she nodded. “I didn’t say anything about my mouth though,” I winked and Greg and Connor laughed.

“Fuck Ava, you’re a sex fiend,” Courtney declared and I snorted.

“Says the woman with two dicks in her every night.” I turned back around and smiled at her splutter.

* * *

“Fuck!” I heard Courtney swear from behind a corner and I laughed to myself quietly. She was useless but then wearing a bright yellow t-shirt while laser questing was not the best idea. I was wise and had worn black jeans and black t-shirt. Mason had laughed as he bragged that wouldn’t save me from him shooting my ass . . . his precise words. I had raised my eyebrows at him and everybody had laughed, but so far, after fifty minutes I had only been shot twice, three being the limit and I was proud to be holding my own.

I crept along the dark corridor stealthily and quietly, my eyes scanning the darkness for movement and shadows and grinned to myself as I turned a corner and saw Mason stood at the end of the passageway, peeking round the corner obviously stalking somebody. I crept along silently, pressing myself up against the wall as I closed in on him.

I lifted my gun up to his padded bib, aiming for the target on him as I leaned in close to his back. “Don’t move, lover” I breathed.

I heard his gasp as I cupped his backside. “Hello, Baby,” he whispered, his voice filled with humour. I slid my hand around the front of him, now cupping his stiff cock.

“You wanna negotiate a deal?” I asked, he cocked his head but didn’t turn to me.

“What do you have in mind?” he chuckled.

“Ooh, use your imagination.”

“You want me to lick that sweet pussy, baby?” he asked huskily as the tone sent a shiver through my thighs.

I pursed my lips, “Try again, handsome.”

I heard his light laughter and the happy sound brought a smile to my lips. “You wanna suck my huge hard dick until my hot thick cum bursts into your mouth?”

I sighed, “Well I’m sure you can be more imaginative than that.” I chuckled as I pressed the gun further into his back.

“How about a good hard fuck over the car bonnet while I sink my teeth into your soft neck,” he breathed heavily and I moaned slightly.

“Better, but I still want more.”

I heard something behind me and I groaned as I felt someone press the end of their pistol into my own back. “Fuck!” I hissed.

“How about one cock in your hot pussy and one in your tight arse?” the voice said behind me.

I gasped as Mason turned round quickly and pressed me up against the wall as he slipped my gun away from me. “Sorry baby, but you’ve been set up.” He grinned as his mouth collided with mine and he devoured me, his tongue twirling erotically around my own.

Pulling away he winked at me as he shot me straight in the chest. “Bastard!” I moaned as my game was over, this being the third hit I’d taken.

Connor laughed and I turned to him, forgetting that he was there. “He stole your shot,” I told him mischievously. His eyes gleamed with realisation and the men came to a stand-off.

I giggled as I left them to it and walked towards the entrance, laughing loudly when I heard Mason swear.

CHAPTER 16

ALL WE GIRLS were in the hot tub, champagne and strawberries to hand as the men played loudly and competitively on the Xbox.

“So . . . Ava,” Courtney started. I glanced at her cautiously, her tone mischievous and sly.

“What?” I asked with narrow eyes and I glanced at Marcy but saw her staring at Courtney, her curiosity already peaked.

“I think you have a certain someone wanting to join in your twosome tonight,” she grinned and wiggled her eyebrows at me.

“What?” I frowned and she rolled her eyes.

“Connor,” she whispered and I still shrugged.

“I have no idea what you’re on about, Courtney.”

She huffed and gave me a ‘Are you stupid’ expression. “I think he’s joining you and Mason tonight . . . you know. I overheard him talking to Greg and Mason earlier.”

My eyes widened in understanding. “What?” I gasped. Marcy spluttered on her champagne. “Courtney, I can assure you that won’t happen. For one Mason won’t let anyone else touch me, you know how possessive he is; and two, well I’m not really sure it’s what I want. Anyway isn’t he your third not mine?” I asked as I downed my glass to calm my nerves. What the hell? Had Mason asked him? I must admit I had enjoyed Connor watching but I was sure I didn’t want anything else from him and I was positive Mason wouldn’t allow it.

Courtney shrugged. “But it was Mason’s idea to let him watch you last night,” she disclosed and Marcy spluttered again and I scowled at her.

“Fuck me,” Marcy choked out, “My sex life is so fucking boring.” She giggled and Courtney and I joined her, this being the last thing I expected from a shy Marcy.

“Does Sam never . . . you know, suggest things or wanna spice things up?” I asked her and she shook her head.

“No, sometimes it pisses me off how ‘reserved’ he thinks I am but hell, every girl wants to spice things up now and again. Sometimes I like it rough, hard and fast you know,” she confessed. I cringed at her when I saw Sam stood behind her. I couldn’t determine his expression.

Courtney gulped and shifted her eyes at Marcy who frowned but shrugged and carried on; obviously the champagne had lowered her inhibitions.

“You know sometimes I fantasize about things. Stuff like threesomes but with a girl . . . god, I’d love that,” she admitted, miles away in her own imagination. Me and Courtney stared at each other. Apparently Marcy wasn’t the innocent everybody took her for. “Hell, I’ve never even had anal,” she divulged on a whisper. I slowly started to sink further into the water as Mason, Greg and Connor were now listening on Marcy’s supposed private conversation. “I mean Courtney, it must be so fucking hot having a cock in your pussy while one’s pounding your arse, tell me, is it?” Courtney looked horrified as her eyes flicked to Sam.

I could see Greg, Mason and Connor trying desperately to hold in their laughter as Marcy’s jaw slackened even more and I suddenly realised how much champagne she had drunk as she tipped the bottle up and it was empty.

“God, I bet Sam would love to have another woman’s mouth round his cock while I licked her . . .”

“MARCY!” I squealed before she could embarrass herself further. She turned to me wide eyed as she realised what was happening. I could have died for her as she slowly turned and came face to face with Sam’s dark look. She gulped loudly and then smiled nervously. “Hi,” she croaked and I bit my lip for her embarrassment.

“Out!” Sam growled and I looked away, not wanting to witness her humiliation. She gulped and stood up slowly, climbing out carefully as she wobbled after an angry Sam.

We all sat quiet then Courtney spluttered and broke the silence and soon we were all laughing hysterically. “Shit, poor Marcy,” I choked out as the men climbed in the hot tub.

“Lucky Sam,” Greg chuckled. Courtney and I looked at him but he shrugged. “She’s willing to let another woman into her bed, there’s not many that would do that . . . men yeah cos’ it’s not as much of a jealousy issue but another woman . . . Damn that’s hot.”

Courtney raised her eyes at him in amazement. I could feel Mason cringe as he slid underneath me so I was sat on his lap. “Oops,” he whispered in my ear and I tried to hide my giggle.

“So you’d like to fuck another woman?” Courtney asked acidly. Greg’s eyes widened when he realised what he’d said.

I could see Connor trying to supress his own laughter and I bit my lip harshly to contain mine. “No Baby, I didn’t mean that,” Greg defended.

“But you just said it was hot having another woman in your bed.” I could see her getting upset and my heart ached for her. I knew how she felt because I would feel the same, hell I’d witnessed Mason screwing another woman and it hurt like hell, in fact it rips you in two.

“I’ve gotta agree with Courtney here,” I jumped in, trying to defend my best friend. “I’ve witnessed the love of your life, your soul mate, screwing another woman,” I stated bluntly. I felt Mason tense beneath me. “And I can tell you now, it hurts like fucking hell, it rips every single part of you open to bleed all over. Your heart actually feels like it shatters, the pain is so intense and devastating,” I declared, now aware of my own intoxication loosening my mouth. “And all you can think about after is . . . is, was she better than me? Did he enjoy it more than with me? And when you’re making love after, you keep thinking if he’s imagining I’m her? That it’s her underneath him and how much pleasure he gave her when that should have belonged to me . . .” I finished quietly, trailing off when I realised everybody was staring at me. I nibbled on my finger and shrugged.

“Baby . . .” Mason whispered as his embrace tightened round me. “Why didn’t you tell me?” he asked softly as he grabbed my jaw and turned my face to his. I shook my head and turned away from him, reaching for the other bottle of champagne.