His Pawn (The Manhattan Tales Book 1) (19 page)

13. Jilly Bean

“The lasagna will get cold,” I whispered as he looked into my eyes.  I was confused by that look in his eyes as he seemed to debate something in his head.  He still held me pinned to the wall, grasping the cheeks of my ass.

He’d ruined me for all other men, and I was scared.  I’d tried so hard to abide by his warning: 
Don’t get attached to me.
  I recalled the stormy glare he gave me the first and only time I asked him to stay in the bed with me, how I cried myself to sleep that night.  I was so naive to think that he made love to me those first few times, but then I realized he was only fucking. 

It felt like he’d shoved a knife into my chest and twisted. Hard. After that, I focused on my school work, my time with Elyse, and the shallow stipulations of his contract requirements. I was so scared of getting a broken heart at the end of the three months. I kept every ounce of feeling I had toward him bottled up, to the best of my ability.

I was in love with him; I knew it since Netflix night, and it terrified me.  But, I could keep that bottled up for only so long… Then there was the night he’d caught me pleasuring myself to him.  I still panted at the mere thought of
that
night.

“We can warm it later,” he growled into my ear, referring to the birthday dinner I’d prepared.  He tore me away from the wall, and carried me out of the dining room, cradling me with both arms.  I’d felt so excited, so thrilled all day about surprising him for his birthday.  I didn’t know why, at this moment, I was so nervous.  He carried me past the living room, past the kitchen, past my bedroom.  That’s when my heart really accelerated.  Where was he taking me?

He set me down on my feet just in front of the locked door to his own private master suite.  I heard a tiny set of keys jingle as he fished them from the inside of his suit jacket.  He unlocked the door and brought me inside.  My head was spinning.  He never brought anyone in here.  He claimed this was his own personal sanctuary, free of the scent of women.

“Mason-”  He interrupted me with a deep, sensuous kiss. 

His arms wrapped around me tightly, holding me against his body as his tongue massaged my mouth. 
Oh, wow…
Good thing he was holding me, because my legs were jelly.  I felt the breath sucked from my lungs as he consumed my mouth with such expertise. 

Suddenly, he scooped me up again and tossed me onto his large four-post bed.  I landed softly on my back with an oomph.  My breasts bounced wildly from the impact of the mattress and I watched him enjoy the view of my splayed body on the mattress.  The silk button down was nearly falling off one shoulder, and my breasts were fully exposed to him.

I saw the all-consuming desire on his face.  He lacked the usual predatory mask he’d worn.  The look on his face was something else.  There was a softness in his eyes, a look in his eyes that I had only seen rarely, in fleeting moments over the last two months.

He moved to the side of the bed, where I lay, looking up at him bewildered.  I could not complain, but I never dreamed that he’d actually take me into his room.  He gazed down at me, loosening his navy striped tie.  Then he undid his crisp button-down and I stared up at him, admiring the sight before me. 

My heart roared in my chest, feeling a mixture of adrenaline, pure bliss and heated tingles wash over my core.  When he unbuckled his belt and unfastened his pants, I sat up, prepared to follow instructions.  I leaned forward to take him into my mouth, but he held out a hand and grasped my arm.

“No,” he spoke softly.  “Not right now.”

He let his pants drop to his ankles.  His huge length stood up stiff, hard and straight.  He moved on top of me  and gazed down at me, sliding a single finger down my lips, to the nape of my neck and my collarbone. 

I sighed deeply, at the heat of his touch.  I felt his hardened, thick length pressed firmly against my thigh as he kissed me deeply, tenderly, softly.  His tongue lapped at mine like never before.  When he pulled away, I took the opportunity to trail kisses down his neck, spreading my thighs for him.  I was so confused by all of this, but I was not about to complain.

“Ohh Mason,” I moaned softly as he took a hardened, pink nipple between his lips and pulled with his teeth.  My body arched slightly beneath his.

“What do you want me to do, Master?”  I asked, accustomed to his particular way of taking me.

He looked down at me.  His light brown eyes glinted with specks of gold and green.  He trailed two fingers down my lips to silence me before he returned to my breast, sucking and marking each one in turn.  My breath shuddered as I closed my eyes.

“I’m going to make love to you tonight, Jillian,” He stated calmly, in a silky smooth voice.

My heart palpitated fiercely in my chest. 
He’s going to make love to me?
Everything I was thinking was a blur as I tried to process this.  I could only run my hands through his hair, and rake my fingers down his back, up and down his back.  His mouth licked and nipped down my stomach in such an agonizingly slow fashion.

“Spread your legs,” he finally said in a husky voice.  I could feel his breath on my most sensitive, heated flesh.  I obeyed, eager, ready, anticipating.

Without a single warning, he lapped at my warm juices.  I gasped as his tongue brushed over my swollen clit.  Hs tongue trailed in delicious circles, sending tingles up to my core.  The pattern of his tongue was slow and sensual, paying attention to every detail of my needy body.

“Oh Mason.  Mason,” I mewled as my body writhed against his face.  His tongue penetrated my tightness, repeatedly in a rapid manner that made me throb.

“Mm, this is the sweetest cunt I’ve ever had,” He whispered.  “I own
this.
”  He cupped me there and I felt a fresh wave of liquid heat pool down there.  My body stirred wildly as ripples of pleasure shook me.  My back arched and he grabbed my hips, pressing his face firmly into my soaking folds, lapping every bit of my juices.

I moaned and whimpered, clenching the pillow as his tongue circled my clit amidst my climax.

“Oh… my… “  I felt like the room was spinning from the immense pleasure he’d just given me. 

I needed a minute, or several, to come back down from that intense orgasm.  I looked down at him, and his gaze pierced me.  There was a smug grin on his handsome face, which was glistening from my moisture.

              He shifted his position to climb on top of me, slowly teasing my body with feather-light kisses in a path leading from my inner thighs, to my hip bones, my stomach, my breasts.

Wow.
  My need for him was impossibly heady at this point.

“Mason…”  I whimpered in a begging manner.  I saw the faint smirk on his lips.

“Yes, my Jilly Bean?”

I sighed softly.  My heart soared at the endearing way he said my nickname.

“I want you,” I breathed, treasuring the way he looked down on me.  He spread my legs further with his thighs as he positioned himself more firmly against me.  The tip of his shaft pressed against my slit.

My hands moved up and down his back, before moving up his neck.  My fingers raked through his hair, and he closed his eyes briefly.  Truly, it looked as though the weight of the world had left his shoulders.  His muscles visibly relaxed as my fingers caressed his scalp.

“Well, since tonight is about you…”  He said softly, kissing my lips, then my nose and forehead.

“What do you mean?”  I asked, planting lush kisses down his neck and shoulders, enjoying the signature scent of his that enveloped me.

He looked down at me with his ‘I don’t give a fuck’ smile.  “You.  It’s been you all this time.”

What a cryptic thing to say
, but my thoughts were interrupted when he suddenly plunged deeply into me.  I let out a deep groan as he drove to the hilt.  My fingers gripped his scalp and a fire ignited in his eyes when I pulled his hair like this.

“I’m sorry,” I quickly apologized.  My hands were typically bound behind my back or above my head.  I didn’t know I’d react this way but the smoldering gaze in his eyes was enough to set me on fire.

“Don’t be,” He growled as he rammed into me, pulled out, then slammed against my tight walls. 

I cried out loudly.  My fingers pulled on his hair, then raked down his back.  I didn’t even know what I was doing as I spread streaks across his skin.  This only magnified his tempo.  His lips met mine as his pace shook my entire body.  The harsh slapping sounds of skin against skin filled the bedroom as his balls slammed against the apex of my thighs at a furious pace.

“Oh Jill…”  He groaned into my ear. 

He breathed heavily against my neck as he fueled our pleasure.  Then, he suddenly shifted,  pulled out and I sighed with objection.  Moving to his knees, he grabbed my hips and lifted my ass up before ramming back into me. Jolts of pleasure spread all over my core.

“Oh, yes… Mason, yes,” I gasped, whimpered and moaned all at the same time.  He’d never taken me from this angle and it felt incredible.  I felt him move deeply inside me, giving me exactly what I needed.  With the force of his movement, I felt my breasts bounce wildly.  Quickly, I went to control them by covering them with my hands.

“No,” he ordered calmly.  “Take your hands away.  I want to see you.  All of you.”

I removed my hands and grasped the dark blue duvet tightly, watching him watch me.  His eyes were hooded, lustful, yet filled with affection.

Then he suddenly picked up his pace, drilling me madly.  I felt another build-up within me, pleasure spiking from deep within my body with every pump of his cock.

With a sharp whimper, I couldn’t contain myself anymore and I cried out in ecstasy as he gave me yet another profound orgasm.  Sensual ripples gave me shudders, but still he kept up his pace.  As I clenched around him, he growled, gripping my hips with intensity.

“Oh, God I love you…”  I exclaimed, still high on my post-climatic sensations.  Then I looked up at him and tensed, realizing what I’d said.  “I mean, I love the way you make me feel.”

I didn’t know if he heard me.  He leaned forward, shifting his position, and continued pounding me as he rocked the entire king size bed.  I could feel that he was close as he tensed.  Then with a deep groan, he plunged into me deeply one last time and came.

Breathing heavily, he lay his head on my heaving chest.  His face was glistening with perspiration, but I didn’t care.  I raked my fingers through his damp hair.              We lay like this for quite a long time.  He stayed inside me, and kept his head rested on my breasts.  He pulled me from a half-sleep state sometime later.

He kissed my forehead and then spoke softly. 
“I need food.”

I grinned.  We still had his birthday dinner sitting on the dining table.

“I’ll warm the lasagna in the oven for a bit,” I smiled and nuzzled his nose.  He grinned, and my heart swelled when he didn’t pull away.

“Thank you,” he kissed my lips softly.

“For what?”

“Everything.” 

It was a simple response, but it was then that he slid off the bed, and held his hand out for me to join him.

I wore his rumpled button-down.  It smelled delicious, like him. We returned downstairs.  He was wearing plaid pajama bottoms and a white crewneck t-shirt.
Yummy.

I felt his smirk on my ass as I bent over to warm the dish in the oven for a few minutes.

I looked over my shoulder as I placed the dish into the oven.

“Keep that pose and I’ll take you right here and now on the island,” Mason warned.

“I couldn’t risk burning your meal,” I gave a coy grin and straightened.  He grinned darkly down at me, but there was also affection on his face.

We ate at the small round kitchen table.

“Damn, I missed this,” he said as he enjoyed the lasagna.  I grinned.

“Make this for me more often… and the meatloaf,” he instructed as he cleaned his plate.  Then his light brown eyes looked up at me.  “Please.”

I gave a mocking scoff.  “Mason Woodward says
please
?  Gossip for the century.” 

I was so amused by how much he enjoyed my mom’s lasagna and meatloaf.  I remembered the first time he’d seen my mom take a meatloaf out of the oven.  He tried to be polite, but his face looked green.

“Easy, Ms. Pryor,” Mason smirked as I looked at him smugly.

“I’d ask if you want your cake now, but you just had two slices of lasagna,” I snickered as I went to clear his plate, but he grabbed my wrist.

“Save it for later.  I’m going to lick it off that delicious body.”  His grin was wolfish. 

I caught my breath and his eyes flared when the desire on my face was clearly written.  He carried me back up the stairs to his bedroom, and I had to pinch myself to be sure this wasn’t just another dream. 

             
****

The room was still dark when I awoke the next morning.  I’d slept more deeply than I ever had before.  My legs and my lower region ached deliciously and it certainly wasn’t anything to complain about.  I stretched out softly, and suddenly felt Mason behind me.  He groaned into his pillow, and wrapped his large arm around my middle, pulling me tightly against him.  Then, I remembered:
I was in Mason’s bed.  His sanctuary.  Would he still consider this his sanctuary?  Would he regret this decision?