The NSC Boxset: Heart of Stone (212 page)

“Are you okay?” I choked out as he hauled me through the office door and slammed me up against the wall, instantly burying his mouth on my neck, the hot muscle of his tongue sliding along my scorching skin as his teeth caught my flesh and bit it harshly.

“Oh . . .” I swallowed heavily as arousal loomed low in my belly and lust stimulated my blood, stirring a thrill so carnal and demanding that if I didn’t take my man soon I thought I might die. “Mason . . .” I begged, unsure of what I was pleading for but needing something, anything.

His fingers fumbled with the belt on my jeans, his eagerness causing his failure to unhook the pin and I chuckled when his temper got the better of him and he swore. “Need help, baby?”

His eyes lifted to mine and his dominance blazed brightly, his annoyance with my humour killed my wit as he stared me down.

“You find it funny, baby?”

I shook my head as a whimper rumbled through me, “No, sorry.”

He now yanked my belt, snapping the buckle and leather in one angry move, and hell if it didn’t heat my core more. His aggression and sheer need for me filled me with both awe and satisfaction. My sex moistened immensely, the pulsing ache inside it now a throbbing crave, a yearning for a good hard fuck rousing my body and I pulled at Mason’s hair and brought him up to my mouth.

He growled and slid his tongue inside my mouth, wrapping it around my own so tight I thought he wanted to strangle the thick muscle.

“Ava . . .” he whispered against my lips as he dragged my jeans and knickers down my legs.

“Up” he commanded as he palmed my butt cheeks and lifted me so I could wrap myself around him; shroud his frame with my own body as I draped my arms around his neck.

He held me tight as he carried me to the desk and settled me on the edge, my bottom sinking into the sharp edge as I shuffled back a little to ease the dig.

“Ava . . .” he breathed again as he thrust into me hard and deep, his cock was so wide I wondered if he’d had an enlargement. The initial stretch burned my pussy making me cry out with both the pleasure and the pain as he groaned loudly at our joining.

“I need to take you hard, Ava.”

I nodded, unable to form words before he pulled right out and plunged back in forcefully, his strength pushing me back on the desk and seeing the entire pile of paperwork scatter across the floor.

His large hands gripped my thighs as he slid me back towards him and deeper onto his solid cock.

His pounds became harder and firmer, his eyes squeezed closed tightly as his mouth twisted with his pleasure and a hand curled into my hair as the other enclosed the front of my neck. His loud grunts were nothing but primal and raw, his hedonism forefront and leading him as his whole body hummed with anger and fury, his hips driving fiercely as his whole face tightened with explicit tension.

“Mason . . .” I whispered as I palmed his cheek tenderly. Something had obviously happened to get him into a state like this, got him so wound up that he could be fucking any random and he wouldn’t care, so long as he was fucking.

“Mason, look at me.”

He gasped and opened his eyes as he stilled his thrusts, his eyes finally focussing on me as guilt surged through his irises.

“Tell me what’s wrong, Mason, tell me baby.” I urged as he remained deep-seated inside me, his cock now throbbing against my internal walls, making my pussy twitch in demand and delight.

He exhaled slowly; his forehead came to rest against mine as I followed the drip, drip of sweat trickling between his eyes and down the bridge of his nose.

“Ava.” He sounded almost in pain, almost tortured and sad and I swathed him with as much love as I could muster physically, his need and potent ache absorbing it as quick as I gave it him. “Ava, I . . .”

“What? Tell me, please.”

He shook his head, his forehead sliding against mine as his throat bobbed in his effort to calm himself. I could feel his body tremble with wrath and something else I couldn’t put my finger on, “Mason, just tell me, I’ll help you deal with it, baby.”

His eyes widened then closed tightly as his mouth opened then snapped closed simultaneously. His struggle to voice his pain made my heart hurt; his intense hatred and disgust for himself displayed openly on his face as a strangled moan simmered in his throat.

“Please.” I begged once more.

He rolled his lips but moved his head back slightly, “I . . . I wanted to . . .”

I nodded with encouragement, urging him to open up so I could ease his pain and remove the haunted look that tarnished his beautiful eyes, “What? You wanted to what?”

“I . . . I wanted to . . . I nearly . . . fucked . . . Kade.”

His eyes were cautious but honest as I stared at him, “What?”

He pulled out of me, my body wincing at the loss as he tucked his rigid length back in his trousers and zipped himself up. I almost whimpered as my pussy screamed its disapproval but Mason’s words soon had my arousal ditching rapidly.

“You . . . wanted to fuck Kade?” I asked slowly, struggling with the knowledge of Mason’s revelation as my jaw hung open in shock and my throat twitched in warning of its forthcoming closure.

I grabbed the edge of the desk to support my quivering legs as I blew out the deep breath I had been holding. “Okay . . . I, uhh . . . I . . . don’t quite. . . .”

His face scrunched up, mirroring the movement in his hands, his fists balled tightly as his guilt ate at him.

“Hey, listen to me.”

He turned slightly, his eyes solemn and full of self-disgust as he regarded me intently. “Did . . . did Kade feel the same?”

He paused for a moment, a deep sigh filtering from his lungs softly before he nodded. “I don’t want to lie to you, Ava. There was . . . there
is
something between us and damn, it was so hard to back down from, pull myself back from but I don’t . . . no, I
won’t
hurt you Ava. I won’t go behind your back but . . .” he hesitated as his eyes fired with a deep lust, “ . . . but I want him, badly.”

I dropped my gaze to the floor, tracing the pattern of the carpet with my eyes as his admission bounced around my brain. I frowned and looked at him, “Am I . . . Do I—do this?”

He frowned as he cocked his head in confusion, “Do you do what?”

“Do I make . . . men like this, is it me?”

He was upon me instantly, his anger evident in the way he held my upper arms and glared straight into me, “No, Ava, no. You are the most sexual woman there is; your body, your mind, they are full of so much sensuality Ava, don’t ever think that. You make me harder and needier than anything I have ever felt before. I can’t get enough of you. My cock is constantly yearning for you; for your delicious pussy, for your amazing tits, for your hot little mouth. The way you look at me when I take you, there is nothing on this earth that can compete against that. The little sounds you make drive me wild and the way your body responds to my touch is mesmerising, baby. You—
you
make me crazy with lust and need.”

I nodded and gave him a slight smile, “Did you . . . do you want us both together or are you asking my permission to fuck him?”

I needed to know as much as it might hurt me, I needed to be aware of what his fantasies included, what made him tick now that he had opened up to his desires and wants. Now I had opened the can of worms when I had invited Connor into our bed.

His hands dropped to mine before he threaded his long fingers through my small ones, “Only ever with you, Ava. I need you with me, I need your touch first and foremost but I can’t allow this. He still loves you Ava and I know how you feel about him . . .”

I opened my mouth to protest but he clamped our joined hands over my lips and shook his head, “Don’t be afraid, baby. I’ve known for a while, since this whole thing kicked off how you felt about him. I’m not angry with you, Ava. I’m not hurt; you chose me and stuck by that decision and never wavered,
ever,
in the last six years, and you will never know how much joy that fills me with.”

We were silent as we read each other, delved deep into each other to get a handle on this, to assess our own wants and needs. “What is it you want, Mason? Are you asking for my permission to fuck Kade? Is that it?”

He shook his head; his palm cupped my cheek so tenderly it forced a strangled whimper from me, his love for me so openly displayed in his eyes and across the entirety of his handsome face. I knew he loved me, I knew he loved me with his very soul and his entire essence. I knew it was me that made him inhale his first breath every morning, me that made his heart thud its first beat of the day and me that made the blood in his veins flow with warmth but what I didn’t know was where we went from here; now Mason had opened up to his sexual needs, could we survive them together?

“No, Ava, no. I don’t know what I’m saying, I just know that I wanted to tell you how I felt today . . . with him, with Kade.”

I could see his eyes darken again as he relived whatever had happened between them. “What did you feel, Mason? Tell me.” His throat dipped as his brow puckered in a slight frown but I could sense the tension in him with my question.

He shook his head as he tried to pull away but I grabbed his wrists firmly, my eyes narrow on him in command as I pursed my lips at him. “You wanted honesty Mason, so give it me. I want to know how he made you feel. Did he make your breath stunt? Did he make your belly hum? Did he make your blood heat with desire, Mason?”

His chest heaved as he narrowed his eyes on me; his jaw tightened with rage as his fingers slid into my hair and grasped a handful, his distinctive dominant hold made my sex jerk. My pussy flooded with my juices and my nipples hardened to rigid peaks as I watched the lust on his face deepen and become something more licentious and feral.

My own arousal and need spurred me on, knowing where my questions would take us, and damn if I didn’t need it.

“Did you want to bury your tongue in his mouth and play with his, Mason? Did you want to wrap your lips around his thick hard cock and torture him until he exploded his cum into your mouth?”

His chest rumbled as his hand reached to the zip on his trousers and within seconds his solid cock was free and in his fist, his hand sliding tightly up and down his length as his breathing became ragged and laboured.

“Ava . . .” he warned, his voice no more than tight rasp as his eyes pierced me with a burn that struck my clit head on and damn near brought my orgasm.

My own breathing was becoming forced and agonized as I watched my glorious bastard pleasure himself so fiercely, his hand sliding swiftly but furiously on his shaft, pumping himself to an even greater width and length.

“Did you want to grip arse cheeks and slide into him, pound his tight backside and feel him push back against you, taking all of you inside him?”

He yanked me off the desk with one hand as he pushed me to my knees in front of him. Both of his hands seized my hair as he held my head still before he thrust his heavy cock straight into my mouth and down my throat. I opened for him, my own gasp allowing him entry past my burning tonsils; my eagerness and want taking everything he gave me, permitting anything he wanted and giving everything he wanted.

He thrust twice before his ejaculation released a torrent of his hot cum straight into my throat and down into my belly. His loud shouts of ecstasy echoed around the room as his fingers tightened in my hair and kept me rooted to him as he continued to pump furiously into my mouth.

“Fuckkkkk” he roared as he continued to come, his whole body jerking and twitching with each of the pleasure explosions spiralling into his muscles and brain.

“Ava!”
he yelled as he still came, his sperm continuing to line my throat as his fingers tightened even harsher.

Eventually his hands loosened and his breathing levelled as he looked down at me, still kneeling before him as I looked up at him through my heavy eyelids.

“Bend over the desk.” He ordered with a tone that broached no denial, not that there was any.

I did as he asked, my juices sliding down my thighs with my potent arousal as I closed my eyes in preparation for Mason’s deliverance.

I groaned obscenely when I felt his hot tongue swipe over my groove, my flesh so hot that the extra heat of his tongue burnt my sensitive skin. “Fuck Ava, you’re creaming, baby.”

I rolled my hips, pushing myself to him in demand as he repeated his pleasurable worship of my cunt, stroking my pussy walls before retreating and circling my clit with the tip of his tongue. As soon as he flat tongued it, I exploded so powerfully I collapsed to my knees in front of the desk.

Mason manoeuvred my jolting body so he could continue to bring me higher, “That’s it Ava, go with it baby. Let it take you over the edge” he breathed against my pussy as he slipped his fingers out of me and slipped them inside my bottom, stroking the tight walls as he suckled on my raging clit.

A bolt of pleasure electrified my nerve endings and shot a current of ecstasy around my whole body, my entire essence shattered with pleasure as I screamed through the white exquisite pain of rapture.

When I came around I was laid flat out on the office floor, my body still trembling with the aftershocks of the most intense orgasm I had ever had. “Christ . . .” I breathed as I opened my eyes to the amazing view of Mason’s wide adoring smile.

“Welcome back, baby.”

I frowned at him as I blinked rapidly.

“You passed out.” His face was alight with humour as his fingers stroked up and down my arm, his love flowing through his fingertips and his gaze as he regarded me softly. “I fucking love you Ava but why did you do that?”

“Do what?” I asked as I reciprocated his movements and ran my fingers along his jaw and over his cheekbone.

“Say those things about Kade, you knew—you knew how they would affect me, yet you still said them.”

I smiled and continued my finger trek along the bridge of his nose and over his bottom lip, my eyes following my movement with a faint daze. “Because I needed you to know it is okay to feel those things, Mason. It’s okay to want a man. It’s okay to desire Kade, to yearn for another man. If that’s the way you tick, I need you to know that I’m okay with it. I love you, Mason. I love all of you and I love you all the more for coming here tonight and telling me. You’re right though, it would have hurt me so much if you did it behind my back but your honesty means more to me than anything, baby. I can’t stop the way you feel, I can’t change your wants and desires, I can only help you deal with them and if it’s fucking men then you fuck men with me cos’ you ever do it alone, then we are finished, you understand?”