The Tycoon and his Honey Pot (5 page)

“Again,
you can take a bath or a shower yourself, or I can do it for you. I am going to
do the same in one of the other bathrooms.  When I come back … then we’ll
talk.”

She
watched him go and her stomach cramped with the tension running through her. 
She sank down on the side of the massive oval shaped Jacuzzi bathtub.  She
gasped when she heard the key turn in the bathroom door.  She jumped up and
rattled the door, total disbelief on her face.

“Mason!
Unlock this door!”

“Sorry
Brooklyn, I don’t trust you and I have no intention of wasting my energy
chasing after you all over the island tonight.  I intend to put it to much
better use.  Get in that shower, honey, I won’t be long.”

She
stood staring at the door, her mouth hanging open.  The gall of the man!  Yet,
with his medieval attitude she had no doubt he would throw her in the shower
and scrub her down himself.  She huffed and mumbled about audacious jerks while
she undressed and folded her clothes neatly and placed them on the wide marble
top of the double basins. She stepped into the shower and sighed when the
lukewarm water caressed down her body, only realizing then how hot the day has
been.

Drying
herself with a big, fluffy towel she turned to the basin and froze. Her clothes
were gone!  She untied the loose knot she tied her hair in and wrapped the
large towel around her body.  She stood facing the door with a thunderous frown
between her eyes that did not bode Mason well. She tried the door and it opened
easily.  She walked into the room and stopped dead when Mason walked in through
the other door with only a pair of black boxer shorts on. 

Her
breath caught in her throat and heat sizzled down her body at the sight of his
large, muscled and well-toned body. The look on his face a clear indication of
the emotions rushing through him and his body was taught with restraint.  His
muscular form was frightening in his near naked state, too tall, too big, too
hard and way too damn masculine.  She felt completely intimidated.

His
eyes sizzled down her body and she felt as if he could see through the towel. 
His eyes were intent and glowed like black coal.  Mason struggled to get his
emotions under control.  Seeing her so vulnerable, so beautiful in her near
nakedness, took his breath away and he forced his feet to immobility.  His
arousal was as hard as stone and throbbed painfully in his boxers.  He released
a labored breath and their eyes met.

“Where
are my clothes?”

“You
won’t need them for now.”

“I
… we can’t… I can’t have this conversation with you only covered in a towel!”

“I
have no intention of conversing with you.”

“Mason,
please.  This is a mistake.  We can’t … it won’t work.”

He
stalked closer to her and stopped a bare step from her.  He folded his arms
over his smooth massive chest. His eyes bored into hers.

“What
happened from when you told me you needed to come home with me till we got into
the chopper on our way here?”

She
swallowed but kept her eyes glued to his.

“Reality.”

“Explain.”

She
sighed and nearly smiled.  This was exactly how he dealt with difficult
situations at the office.  Direct, short and to the point.

“Why
me, Mason?  I am not in the same league as you.  I can never compete with the
celebs, Business Associates and … heiresses that you date.”

He
cursed, threw his head back and stared at the ceiling.  He took deep breaths to
try and get his emotions under control.  When his eyes met hers again it shone
a beautiful midnight blue.

“Let’s
take this one at a time. What league am I in?”

“You
are well known, a celebrity in the finance world, super successful and a
billionaire, and I am … a nobody.”

He
frowned down at her.  “I am not trying to be deliberately obtuse, honey, but
when have I ever placed myself in a … league?  I am what I am through hard work
and dedication, driven by integrity and honesty.  That is what is important to
me … not how much money you or your family have in the bank!”

“Mason
…”

“No
Brooklyn.  You make me sound like a snob! And I do not appreciate that!”

“That
is not what I meant!”  He ignored her and raged on.

“As
far as competing with those … bimbo’s are concerned … are you saying you only
want a one night stand with me?”

Her
mouth gaped open again and she frowned at him.   “That is not funny, Mason.”

“It
was not intended to be.  It happens to be the truth.  I have never had a long
term relationship with anyone, let alone a meaningful one.  They are not the
type of women that could hold my attention for long.  You on the other hand …”

He
took the step that separated them and yanked her tight against him.  She gasped
when she slammed into his hard, muscled body and felt his massive arousal
pressing against her stomach.  Her grey eyes turned smoky.  His hands stroked
down her back. He took the towel with as he went lower, baring her all the way
to her buttocks and she shivered.

His
lips stroked down her cheek tenderly and rubbed gently over her lips.  His
hands moved back up to surround her cheeks and lifted her face to stare into
her eyes.

“I
want you, Brooklyn.  I need you.  I have been throbbing constantly just
thinking of you.  We met a week ago, but it feels as if I have known you
forever and a day. I want to get to know everything there is about you. I want
to spoil you, treasure you and most of all … be with you.  If you don’t feel
the same, tell me now and I will walk out that door and start courting you,
even if it kills me to wait.  That is how important you are to me.”

“No
… I don’t want you to go!” 

Her
hands stroked over his chest to rub gently over his nipples that tightened at
her light caress.  He sucked in his breath.

“I
have to ask this … I have not been with anyone in over a year … and with you … My
desire and need for you is so strong, I am afraid I am going to be very selfish
this first time.  I know I am going to lose control the minute I am inside you
… I need to know … are you a virgin?”

She
flushed and he groaned loudly as if in torture.

 “I
am sorry.”

“Good
God, don’t be!  On the one hand I am elated that I will be your first, and let
me be very clear, the only and the last as well!  On the other hand it means I
need to get my body under control before I go near that bed with you. Your
first time will be special and you will remember it always.  Get in the bed,
honey, I will be back in a while.”

With
those cryptic words he turned away and slammed out of the room, leaving her
stunned staring at the closed door, a tiny smile on her mouth.

Chapter Five

Mason stood
under an icy cold shower for nearly half an hour before his arousal diminished
slightly … but only slightly.  He groaned as the picture of her wrapped in a
towel flashed through his mind and his shaft rose to painful dimension again.

He
leaned back against the tiled surface of the shower and let the cold water cool
him.  His hand closed around his shaft and he grinned wryly, knowing he had no
choice if he wanted to make Brooklyn his before the night was through.

He
has never wanted any woman the way he did her.  It was more than just desire;
he needed her, needed to bury himself deep inside her, binding her to him, connecting
intimately with her, with an intensity that was so overwhelming it scared him. 
He knew deep inside him that she was the one woman that held his heart in her
hands and had the ability to break him in two.  Even with that knowledge and
her insecurities he could not draw back.   He still had the urgent need to be
one with her.

Brooklyn
sat up when he walked back in the room nearly thirty minutes later, his cheeks
slightly flushed.  She sat in the middle of the bed with the sheet tucked in
beneath her arms.  With her tousled hair and half lidded eyes she appeared to
have just woken from a deep sleep and his breathing hitched in his throat. 

He
walked up to the bed and stood staring down at her, his midnight blue eyes
sparkled in the dimly lit room.  He grabbed the edge of the sheet between his
fingers and started pulling it towards him, meeting with resistance as she
clutched it around her breasts.  He smiled and asked her with a husky voice.

“Are
you scared, honey?”

“No.”

“Ashamed
of your body?”

“No.”

“Then
don’t hide it from me.” 

He
tugged on the sheet again and this time it came. He watched with bated breath
as her beautiful body was bared to his eyes.  He had to swallow a few times
when she lay back against the pillows, watching him watching her.

She
was perfection; every single limb was lean yet curvy and softly muscled.  Her
breasts were full, plump but firm with rosy pink nipples that shriveled into
tight nubs when he looked at them.  His hungry eyes moved over her tight
stomach, down the rounded hips and he growled when he noticed her naked mound. 
She was tanned all over … pure honey … and he couldn’t wait to taste her … all
of her.

He
got on the bed and stretched out beside her, her warmth filtering into his cold
skin.  She giggled.

“You’re
cold!  Oh, shame, baby!  Did you take a cold shower?”

“I
had no other choice, honey.  I needed to calm the heat inside me, so I could
treasure you and give you the care and tenderness you need for your first
time.”  His hand lazily stroked her belly and the muscles there tightened at
the butterfly touch, heat spreading to her core.

“I
see.  So you are an expert at making love with virgins then?”

He
chuckled.  “Never … this is a first for me.”   His hand stroked higher between
her breasts and around the other side down her arm and her legs moved
listlessly against his.

“Well,
at least I’ll have that to treasure!  It is really a pity you wasted so much
time under the shower, baby.  Whatever you heard about virgins … forget about
it.  I need you, just as desperately as you need me, and I don’t need you to
pamper me … there is enough time for that later.”

He
stopped breathing and stared down at her, his heart beating so hard it felt as
if it was about to slam right out of his body.  He smiled and kept caressing
her honeyed, soft skin, over her belly down the concave above her mound.

“It
was needed, believe me.  Even now … you don’t know how hard it is for me to
just caress you when I so desperately want to bury myself inside you, so deep
that we won’t know where I end and you begin.”

All
oxygen was sucked out of him and he gasped for air when she slowly and
deliberately spread her legs wide, then wider.  He felt her small hand stroke
down his torso, to slither under the band of his boxers and closed around his
shaft, which jumped in her hand and swelled even bigger and harder.  She moaned
in wonder and need.

He
gnashed on his teeth and she watched his jaw tighten with every stroke of her
hand down his amazingly big and hard shaft and yet as soft as velvet.

“Stop,
honey, please.  I am holding onto a thread here … I need to prepare you …”

Her
response was to take his caressing hand in hers, her eyes caught his and she
pulled his hand down between her legs.  She stroked his fingers over and into
her cleft, and both their groans filled the room.

“See,
baby?  I have been preparing myself for you my whole life.” 

Her
eyes pleaded with his and he pushed his finger slowly inside her, amazed at the
heat and wetness that engulfed him.

“Mason
… I need you now!  I don’t need foreplay … not now!  Please!”

He
could not deny her any further and quickly took his boxers off and leaned over
to the bedside table to get a condom out of the drawer. He ripped the silver
packed open and encased his shaft quickly.  He lifted over her and settled
between her widely spread thighs, sighing in ecstasy when their skin met.

“Honey,
promise me you will tell me if I hurt you.”

“I
promise, only if you promise not to hold back.  I want all of you!”

Her
husky demand pushed him over the edge and he lifted himself on his arms.  He took
his shaft in his one hand and rubbed the tip up and down her cleft, groaning at
the wetness and heat he could feel through the rubbery condom.  God, how he
would love to feel just her skin against him!

He
growled when her hands reached between them.  Their eyes met and he stopped
breathing when she gripped the top of the condom and quickly pulled it from his
rigid shaft.

“Brooklyn
…”

“I
need you … I want to feel your skin against mine … everywhere.  You haven’t
been with anyone in over a year so I know you are safe, you know I am, and I am
on the pill … please?”

“God,
yes!”

He
pushed his tip inside her slowly, kissing the vein that pulsed wildly in her
neck.  He went deeper still, allowing her to stretch and accommodate his size
inside her narrow channel.  He gnashed on his teeth, his torso clenched
painfully at the exertion of holding back. He pulled nearly all the way back
out and then back in, slightly deeper every time.  Brooklyn writhed beneath
him, urging him on.

“Deeper,
baby please.  I need you now!”

“Easy,
honey, I don’t want to hurt you.”

“Mason
…  aahhh!”  She screamed at the burning pain, as she in desperation lifted
herself forcefully against him with her knees bend and her feet flat on the
bed, the next time he pushed back in, forcing him inside her all the way to the
hilt and he broke through her maidenhead.

“Brooklyn! 
Damn, honey … don’t you ever listen!”

He
caressed her neck softly, keeping still inside her, until he felt her relax,
then he drew away slightly and looked in her eyes.

“Okay,
honey?”

“Yes
… oh Mason, you feel wonderful!  So hard, yet so soft, I never imagined how
full and complete it would feel.”

She
pushed her hips against his, taking him deeper still and wrapped her legs
around his waist.

He
started thrusting, slow and easy, but she thrashed against him, urging him on.

“Mason,
I need … God, I don’t know what … but I need more!  Please, baby!”

Mason
wrestled with his conscience and tried to remain slow and steady, but her
wriggling and desperate pleas took him over the top and he felt himself losing
control.  He ground out between clenched teeth.

“Remember
your promise, honey …”

Her
inner walls gripped him so tightly he groaned. With every downward thrust she
pulled him deeper into her.  He growled in desperation and increased the tempo,
plummeting into her fast, furiously and deep.  Her legs tightened around his
waist and she thrashed against him, harder, eagerly and then with desperation
as pressure started building low in her womb, spreading down her core to
tighten painfully.  She moaned and her fingers clawed at his back in fear … or
wonder, she knew not which.

“Mason! 
Oh dear Lord!  I …”

“Let
it go, honey!  I am here … just let it go …”

His
thrusts strengthened, he pushed harder, desperate to go deeper and his fingers
closed over her clit, pinching softly and when she keened and her back arched,
harder.  He watched her shatter in his arms and she gripped him so tightly he battled
to breathe.  She contracted around him as her orgasm lifted her to the stars
and she screamed his name.  He kept pinching her clit, plunging into her with a
desperation he has never felt before. Her orgasm milked him so strongly he felt
like bursting.

His
orgasm spread from deep inside his groin and he thrust furiously until his
release shot forth with so much force, Brooklyn gasped at the heat of it inside
her.  His release triggered yet another climax to rush through her.

Mason
struggled to get his breathing under control and his whole body shivered from
the most satisfying climax he has ever experienced.  He was lying on top of
Brooklyn, who still had her arms and legs wrapped around him.

He
turned his head and kissed her in her neck, his voice hoarse.

“Are
you okay, honey?”

“I
am more than okay.  I could stay like this forever.”

He
chuckled and lifted his head to look into her clear grey eyes which appeared
silver in the dim light of the room.

“That
can be arranged … but I would not be able to remain this still forever … I
would have to …” he pushed his shaft that were amazingly still hard, deeper
into her pulsing channel, and she mewled, “… exercise now and then.”

She
laughed, still looking into his eyes.  Her hands stroked lovingly over his
shoulder blades and he winced. 

“What’s
wrong?”

“My
little honey pot has sharp claws.”

“What!”  
She unwrapped herself from him and tried to push him from her, but he refused
to budge.

“Mason,
let me up.  I need to see.”

He
sighed and reluctantly withdrew from her slowly, eliciting a low moan from
her.  He pushed back on his haunches and she scampered up and around him.  She
gasped when she saw the deep and bloody scratches on his back.

“Oh
Lord, baby, did I do that!  Why did you not say anything?”  He gasped when her
warm lips caressed tenderly over the slight wounds.

“Honestly
… I did not even feel it at the time.  Come here, I need to hold you.”

He
pulled her around him and onto his lap.  He wrapped his arms around her and
pulled her tight against him, her soft, firm breasts drawing a low groan from
him.

“If
I knew virgins were so wild I would have tried it more oft …”

She
pulled back from him and gave him an annoyed glare.

“Not
funny, Mason!”

“Tell
me truthfully, honey.  Has there never been anyone you wanted to lose it to?”

She
looked deep into his eyes and smiled softly, kissing him on his strong lips.

“No
… I’ve tried a few times, but it never felt right, so I never went through with
it.  I didn’t want to have sex just to lose my virginity.  It had to mean
something.  That day in the garage when I saw you as I turned around, the first
thought that went through my mind was … this is him … he is the one I want.”

He
kissed her then, so deeply and so passionately, it was as if he tried to draw
her into him.

“So
… now that we have the initial rush over and got rid of my virginity … I have
this deep desire to feel your hands and mouth on my breasts … my belly …”

Her
hands moved over his chest, pinching his nipples that tightened immediately and
his shaft filled with blood so fast she gasped feeling the hardness press
against her buttocks.  The next moment he flipped her onto the bed and leaned
over her, his smiling face towering above her.

“You
are extremely demanding for a virgin, honey!”

His
hands closed around the round globes plumping them and stroking around the
sides.  He watched her nipples shrivel into hardened nubs, eagerly rising
towards his mouth.  His fingers lightly stroked over the tips and she hissed softly
then even harder when they closed around the nipples to pinch and roll them.  He
kissed the undersides of her breasts, licking closer to the center and she
whimpered in need.

His
lips closed around one aroused nipple and she mewled when he pulled it into his
mouth and started sucking, softly at first, then harder and deeper as if he was
feeding from her. He moved to the other and gave it the same tender attention. 
His hand moved over the plane between her hips, until he reached the cleft
beneath her mound to circle her clitoris with the tip of his finger.  He
stroked it slowly, suckling loudly on her breast.  She writhed beneath his
ministrations and he smiled against her breast, pleased that she was so
responsive, so honest about her emotions.