Veiled Desire (6 page)

Mason’s taste still lingered in Leyla’s mouth.

She clamped her legs together. Her thong was beyond soaked, her thighs slick with need. She didn’t have a lot of experience with oral sex, but she didn’t ever remember enjoying giving a blowjob quite as much.

Even when Mason had been directing the show, so to speak, she’d still felt powerful, in control. His obvious arousal had driven her need higher, until she wanted to straddle him like she had this morning. She’d settled for bringing him to completion in her mouth.

She ran her tongue over her lips and gave the object of her desire a sideways glance. His pants were still unbuttoned and unzipped, but it was dark, so it was difficult to see his cock in its entirety.

She wanted to get him in the light, in her bed, so she could look her fill. Hers. Her man.

Mason’s hand clamped over her knee when she shifted. “Stop squirming—it’s killing me. We’ll be home in just a minute.” His fingers started stroking though, making it very difficult not to squirm.

They were speeding, she realized, and she hoped that no police officer would stop them. One, because it would be a delay, and two, because beyond the fact that Mason’s pants were still unzipped, they were both obviously on their way to a tryst.

The rest of the ride passed without incident though, and soon they were turning into her driveway. Mason turned off the car and they sat, for a second, in the darkness.

“I’ll give you two minutes for a head start,” he said softly, and she heard the hiss of his zipper coming up. “After I catch you, you’re going to be busy all night.”

A shiver of excitement worked its way down her spine and she grabbed her little clutch. She groped for her keys even as she walked as fast as her heels would allow her to her front door.

It took a solid minute for her to fit the key into the door with her shaking hands. She heard the slight ding of his car door opening behind her, and she fell inside with a muffled laugh as he slammed it. She only got to the darkened living room inside her cramped home when she heard his footsteps. Turning to face him, she tried to look put out instead of excited. “That wasn’t two minutes.”

“Oops.” A slow smile stretched across his face, and the moonlight coming in through the sliding glass doors turned his hair to silver. His pants were zipped, but unbuttoned and unbelted. “Couldn’t wait. Take your clothes off.”

Normally, she wouldn’t let a man’s autocratic behavior pass without some comment, but she found that in this sexual situation, his dominance turned her on. He was so relaxed and laid-back usually that this flip side, this evidence that he wanted her so badly that he couldn’t manage casualness, only made her wetter.

Drawing out the moment, she slipped her cardigan off and turned her back to him. She drew her hair over her shoulder. “Can you get my zipper?” she asked, striving for innocence, but unable to keep the laughter out of her tone.

Leyla was a bit disappointed when he only touched her enough to lower the zipper. Before facing him again, she released the dress. It fell to her hips and hung there for a minute before she did a quick hip bump and allowed it to slip to the floor.

He hissed something when she turned around, and she wasn’t sure if it was a swear or a prayer. Though the lights were out, she knew the moon was full enough for him to see every inch of her skin. When she looked down, her skin was covered in an otherworldly blue glow.

His gaze touched her everywhere. He walked around her in a slow circle, undoing his tie, unbuttoning his shirt. By the time he stood in front of her, he was only wearing his boxer-briefs. Red, she realized with a smile. “We match.”

He glanced down at her cherry-colored thong and grinned back. “In more ways than one.” Then he sobered and studied her body. “You are so beautiful. You know that, don’t you?”

She flushed with pleasure. Leyla had never particularly thought of herself as beautiful, but she was suddenly glad for the few hours a week she spent exercising, if only because it put that look in Mason’s eyes. “Thanks.”

“It’s true.”

She quirked a brow at his insistence. “I don’t have a self-esteem problem.”

“You kept your sweater on all night. You didn’t need to.”

She fought the smile so he wouldn’t think she was laughing at him. “I’m not entirely comfortable baring it all in public. That’s all. The skirt was daring enough for me tonight.”

“You seem comfortable baring everything with me.” Mason brushed his fingers over the strings of her thong at her hips and pushed the fabric down. The tiny scrap didn’t even put up a protest, falling down her legs. She shifted and stepped out of it.

“You—you’re different.” He was. She didn’t mind him seeing her dressed less than modestly. For almost a year now, she’d deigned to wear things she only wore in private around him. It was as if her subconscious knew well before she did that he was entitled to see that much of her body.

Neither of them spoke for a minute. Mason’s hand slid up her stomach, and he cradled her breast. “Would you call me a sexist if I said that I liked that?”

“Would you call me a sexist if I told you I didn’t want anyone but me to see you without your clothes on?” she countered.

“Touché.” Without any further warning, he picked her up.

“My shoes…”

“Leave them. They’re sexy.”

Somewhat used to the ride from this morning’s shenanigans, she merely locked her legs around his waist and twined her arms around his neck, glorying in his strength. She wasn’t very heavy, but he really made it seem effortless.

Since they were face-to-face anyway, she decided to test his strength by keeping his mouth occupied while he walked. Making a little hungry noise, she locked her lips over his. She didn’t have to coax too much. Within a second, his tongue was rubbing against hers.

She felt the silkiness of her comforter against her back. Mason drew away from her. Her bedroom was completely dark, the blinds pulled, but Mason reached out and clicked on her bedside lamp. A soft glow lit the room.

He stood between her legs, which dangled off the bed, looking for all the world like a conquering golden warrior about to claim his prize. With a quick jerk he shoved his boxer-briefs down his legs, and his thick cock rose upward from a nest of blond hair.

“Bigger than I thought,” she murmured, staring at him. Without conscious thought, she rose on her elbows, ready to fondle him again here where she could see him and touch him at the same time.

“Nuh-uh.” Mason shook his head and gently pushed her back down. “You touch me, and I won’t last two minutes.” He opened a condom and rolled it over his cock.

“Where did you get that?”

“Pants pocket.” He leaned down and sucked each of her nipples in turn, quick, hard tugs that surprised her after his almost languid behavior just a couple of minutes ago. He pulled away and studied the brown tips, his brow furrowed as if he were trying to figure something out. “I know I said I wanted to make love to you. But do you mind if I just fuck you first?”

Her pussy clenched at the graphic imagery his words brought up. “Yes—oh!”

He didn’t even wait for her to brace herself or anything else. In one motion, he pulled her farther off the bed and penetrated her.

They both gasped. He twisted his hips, driving himself deeper inside of her. “Little more…please. Just take the rest.”

She shook her head, certain he was speaking to her but unable to hear the words past the stretched, invaded feeling of her body. It was uncomfortable, to say the least, and she suddenly regretted buying the small vibrators while she’d been celibate. Had she known what Mason was packing, she might have gone for a bigger model.

She’d been wet from their foreplay, but not wet enough. Mason stopped above her, his chest working as he tried to suck air in. “You’re not with me.”

A flash of tenderness shot through her pain. Even though he was so obviously far gone with lust, Mason was thinking of her. “It’s fine.”

“No.” He withdrew from her body, uttering a groan.

“Mason, wait—”

“Hush.” He spread her thighs wider and knelt between them. She had an inkling of what he was going to do, and then his tongue swiped up the slit.

It didn’t take him long to arouse her beyond belief—she was apparently easy once a man had his tongue inside her. When he started to suckle her clit, lashing it with his tongue, she bowed off the bed and screamed, muffling the noise with her pillow.

He surged to his feet and yanked the pillow away. “Don’t hide how you feel. I like your screams.” He pushed back inside her.

The climax he’d given her had softened her enough to receive him easily this time. He pushed forward and groaned when he bottomed out. Catching her under the knees, he pressed her legs slowly back toward her. “Open up, baby. I like seeing those pretty shoes near your ears.” He withdrew and surged back inside her, faster and faster, until he was pounding into her.

Her head tossed back and forth against the bed. There was nothing to brace herself against, nowhere to hide from the frustration welling low in her belly.

He gave one last thrust and a loud shout, and she felt the muted heat of his semen through his condom. The pure eroticism of Mason coming within her pushed her over the edge just as he collapsed against her. He made a sound suspiciously close to a whimper as her walls milked his softening cock.

He didn’t linger against her for long, much to Leyla’s disappointment. He hushed her when she made a protesting noise, lowered her legs and withdrew from her body.

She couldn’t move; she felt overwhelmed, conquered and exhausted. All she could do was lie there while she listened to him pad to the bathroom. There was a flush, the running of water, the click of the bathroom light switch.

He came back to her and easily picked her up, pulled back the covers and deposited her between the sheets. After turning off the bedside lamp, he crawled in next to her, curling his body around hers. It was as if they’d been sleeping together for years; her body fit perfectly into his.

He stroked one hand over her hair and pressed a light kiss against her temple. His voice was just a puff of air against her ear. “Sleep.”

Exhausted, she did.

“What are you putting in my mouth?”

“Honey, what are you worried about? We both know you like everything I do to that mouth of yours.”

She sniffed. “You’re getting cocky, Barrett.”

“Can’t help it, Karimi. You make me that way. Now open up. And keep your eyes shut.”

Leyla opened her mouth and closed it over the fork Mason guided inside. Her entire face melted in pleasure and she moaned before opening her eyes. “Triple-chocolate cheesecake. I was just thinking of this at work.”

“Yeah? And here I thought you were thinking of me.”

“I was comparing you to the cheesecake.”

Mason squinted at her and forked up another bite of the large piece he’d cut. “I don’t know if that’s good or bad.”

“Very good.” She made a little hum of pleasure as she ate that had his well-used cock twitching against his thigh.

He didn’t know exactly what time it was, except that the sky was still dark outside. They’d dozed for an hour or so, made love softly and slowly like he’d promised her, and then dozed some more. He’d woken up just to run over to his place and pick up the cheesecake he’d bought the day before. Of course when he’d bought it, he’d only dreamed that they’d be sharing it in her bed.

“When did you know?”

He swallowed the bite in his mouth, savoring the taste of chocolate. “Know what?”

Her gaze was very direct. “That you wanted me.”

Despite his declaration, she was careful to avoid using the L word, and he didn’t hold it against her. He’d give her time. Not much, knowing him, but he’d try.

“Ah, well, you see…it all started when you decided to parade around in front of me in this teeny-tiny red bikini.”

Her mouth dropped open. “At the beach? Last Labor Day?”

“Yup. I saw you in that thing, and I couldn’t get my eyes off of you. I couldn’t figure out where that body had come from, and why I suddenly wanted to lay you down in the sand and lick you from head to toe.”

“Huh. And here I was thinking you just found yourself drawn to my sparkling personality and wit. Instead, it was ogling me in a bikini that was your turning point. Nice.”

“Okay Peeping Jane. Who was ogling me through my windows? I just looked at you on a public beach. You violated my privacy.”

“I’ll have you know that I was feeling things for you way before last week.”

“Yeah? And it was all purely spiritual, I bet.” He watched her with a wicked smile. “You never once eyed my ass.”

Her eyes sparkled. “Never.”

“Yeah, right. I guess we can see who’s the honest one here.” He gently pushed her back against the mound of pillows. “Lie back. I’m hungry.”

“Hungry for the cheesecake…or me?” Her smile was knowing. He loved that she didn’t have a lot of shyness. When Leyla decided to get involved with a man, she didn’t hold much back.

“Both.” He took a spoonful of the cheesecake and delicately painted one nipple with the dessert. She gasped, either at the act or the coolness of the cake, he wasn’t sure. After giving the same treatment to the other nipple, he bent down and studied his handiwork.

The brown tips of her breasts were barely visible through the chocolate of the cheesecake. He set about clearing the mess he’d made, first taking a few licks as if he were savoring an ice cream cone, and then enclosing each nipple in his mouth and sucking. Her hand threaded through his hair, tugging at the strands.

He was so lost in the bliss of suckling the nipples he’d spent months dreaming about, he barely registered her increasingly frantic movements underneath him, her escalating breathy moans. When she scraped her nails down his back, the slight pain brought him back to reality. He slid a hand down her lithe body. All it took was a flutter of his fingers against her clit and she climaxed. He managed to lift his head to catch her in the last throes of her orgasm. She looked beautiful, her head thrown back, her dark hair a waterfall over the pillow.

Her breasts rose and fell and he took a second to press a chaste kiss against each wet nipple. “Leyla, you’re amazing.”

“Thank you. I’d say you should give yourself a pat on the back.”

“No, it’s all you. I could see your nipples through that bikini, did you know that?”

She laughed. “Seriously?”

“Mmmm. I dreamed that I ripped your top off and fucked those pretty little breasts.”

She inhaled, and he tried not to smile. His prim little Leyla liked a little dirty talk. “Want to try it?”

“I’ve never… I’m kind of small.”

He crawled up her lax body until he straddled her chest. He trailed a hand up between her breasts, and then centered his cock right between them. Mason pushed the mounds together until they created a warm valley. “The perfect size,” he said hoarsely.

She looked up at him, her eyes big and brown, and he wished he could imprint the erotic sight right in his memory. He began to thrust, the weight of his balls dragging on her skin and creating another sort of friction. “Open your mouth. Lick me.”

When he thrust toward her mouth, she did, and he moaned in rising pleasure and pinched her nipples in retribution.

It just wasn’t enough, though, and he jerked away to kneel between her legs. He pulled her forward and up until she straddled his lap, and guided her down, down, down, until he penetrated her completely.

The shocking heat and wetness surrounding him stunned him, and it took a second to realize why he felt so amazingly, mind-blowingly good. Their eyes locked, and he could see she realized it at the exact same time. “Mason…”

He shuddered and remained absolutely still. “I know.”

“I’m not on the pill.”

The words were soft in the room, but she may as well have shouted them. Instead of yanking out of her with all possible haste, his cock swelled inside of her. She made a wordless exclamation and shifted in his grasp. He stilled her motions.

The thought of pumping himself dry inside her unprotected body, of having her take his semen…of watching her grow round with his child…

Hell, no wonder the human race procreated like crazy. It took a strong man to deny this biological urge. “I won’t come inside of you.” Even as he said it, he recognized the ridiculousness of the words.

Her laugh was half amused, half regretful. “Dr. Barrett, you know better.”

He did know better, but he just did not fucking care. That was the problem. For a solid twenty seconds, he didn’t say anything, didn’t move, couldn’t move. The walls of her pussy rippled around him where he was buried so still inside of her. He swore he could feel every tissue, every inch of her. He released her hips and clenched his teeth. “Climb off. I can’t do it.”

She seemed as reluctant as he was to separate their bodies, but he guessed she was just stronger than he was, because she dismounted and knelt on the bed next to him.

They both looked at his cock, stiff and flushed red, the veins prominent along the sides. Covered in her juices. He enclosed it in his fist and stroked it roughly until a drop of semen emerged at the top. She leaned over and lapped it right up.

At the thought of her tasting him and herself mixed together, a low growl emerged from his chest. He gently pushed her back and then grabbed for their rapidly shrinking supply of condoms from the nightstand. As he tore the foil open with his teeth, he stared at the neatly trimmed triangle of black curls between her legs. “Get on your hands and knees. And brace yourself. This is going to get a little rough.”

A fine tremor worked its way through her, and then she was obeying him, rising on all fours with her ass facing him. He finished rolling the condom on and got back on the bed, kneeling behind her. After he adjusted her, pushing her upper body down so her ass was arched up and his for the taking, he couldn’t wait for any more preliminaries. He grabbed her by the hips, aligned himself, and slammed into her waiting flesh.

The civilized portion of his brain stood back aghast as the caveman took over. It was as if, denied his right to come inside his woman without barriers, he had to imprint himself on her in some other way.

He shafted her with long strokes, his balls slapping against her ass. He’d had trouble getting his cock inside earlier that night, but now she took it all the way with no trouble. Took it, and loved it.

Despite his iron grip on her hips, she still pushed back against him for more, and her cries were getting louder and faster, a sure sign she was close to coming. He noticed the mirror in front of them on the back of her closet door. He could see the ecstasy on Leyla’s face.

He paused, buried within her, and drew her up until she was flush against his body. “Mason, what are you doing? Please…”

“Look in the mirror.”

Her eyes took a second to focus, and then she trembled at the sight of her soft, slick body, so small and delicate against his larger form behind her. He slid his hands down her belly until they covered the mound of her pussy. Despite the lust pounding in his cock, he was delicate when he opened her folds to reveal her swollen clit. He pressed his lips to her ear. “Whose cock is inside of you?”

“Yours. Oh God, Mason.”

He rewarded her with a short, sharp dig of his hips. She cried out and squirmed against him, trying to get more, but he held her tight and captured her clit between his thumb and forefinger, lightly squeezing. “Who’s fucking you tonight?”

“You are.”

“That’s right. You’re mine.” He punctuated each word with another thrust. “Mine to take. Mine to have.”

“Yes! Yes, yours. Oh, Mason.”

He lowered her back to the bed and started that thunderous, pounding rhythm, unable to hear or think or say anything else. Dimly, he realized she had one orgasm and then another, and surely he was grateful, but then his balls were tightening, and he was shouting something as he came. It seemed to be never-ending, the orgasm coming from the soles of his feet and pouring inside of her.

Sometime later, he realized he was lying on his back with her curled up against him. Instantly, remorse slammed into him. “Leyla, did I hurt you?”

“Don’t be silly.”

He stared up at the slowly turning ceiling fan. “I don’t know what got into me.”

She snickered. “That’s my line.”

Mason smiled and looked down at her. “I got intense.”

His heart clenched a little when she pressed a kiss right above his heart. “I don’t mind. Just as long as you know you’re mine too.”