Savor Me

"SO TELL ME WHAT you do for fun?" the hot frat boy slurs while adjusting his pants. I've been chatting up Mr. Preppy for the last forty-five minutes. While the conversation isn't exactly stimulating, the hard-on he has hiding in his pants is just big enough to keep me interested.

I decided to go out and hit one of the college bars tonight. I didn't exactly feel like running into Hunter again, so I figured I'd be safe here. It’s been a while since I’ve taken a frat boy home. They usually always turn out to be clingers. Even if they don't want a relationship, they usually freak out when they see you hooking up with someone else two nights later. Then it becomes a conquest, and the ‘showing up everywhere you go’ begins.

"I like going out and finding sexy men like yourself to fill my time."

His eyebrows pop in shock at my candid answer. "Well you happen to be in luck." He winks over at me before giving my leg a firm squeeze. His touch doesn't affect me though. I'm probably still tired from last night.

"I need a drink." I turn away from him and back to the bar.

"Order anything you want. My tab's open." His hand moves down my back, stopping just above my ass.

I wait, trying to wave down a bartender. I'm more than willing to take full advantage of this guy’s tab. The bartender places a rum and Coke in front of me.

"Well that was quick." I smile up at the female bartender.

She gives me a brief smile back before pointing across the bar. "From the gentlemen in the baseball cap."

I look up to see the icy blues of Mason Wynn staring right back at me. He offers me a small smile and a shrug before tipping his beer in my direction.

I immediately rise to my feet and head in his direction. I mean, I do need to thank him for buying me a drink. It would be rude not to.

"Where you going, sexy?” Frat boy tries to grab my waist, but I don't stop moving toward my trophy. "Lacey?" He stands to follow me.

"Well hello again." I squeeze between the barstools and basically rest my boob on Mason's arm.

"Hey," he says, never looking away from his beer.

"I expected to see a lot of people here tonight, but never you."

"Funny. I could say the same thing." He swings his gaze to mine.

The moment our eyes lock, I know I'm fucked. Literally. The heat in his eyes catches me off guard. I expected to have to work for this after the way he dismissed me this morning. But Mason is, without a doubt, a sure thing. And damn if that doesn't make my nipples hard. My eyes immediately flash to his mouth, and I can't help but stare.

"Um, Lacey?" I hear from behind me. Mason and I both turn to see a very annoyed frat boy.

"Oh—" I start to give him some lame excuse, but Mason cuts me off.

"I've got this." He slides a hand around my waist, gripping my ass. He never stands up. Instead, he turns all the way around on his stool so he can face our little visitor. "Thanks for entertaining Lacey tonight, but I'll take it from here." He pulls me hard against his side and I swear my thong disintegrates. I spent ten minutes with this guy earlier and now he is claiming me as his own? Oh yeah, someone is looking for a blowjob, and I'm in the mood to drop to my knees and give him almost anything right now.

"What the fuck? You have a boyfriend?" Preppy asks, turning his attention to me.

"No, I'm not her boyfriend. I am, however, the man who is going to be fucking her tonight. So you best be on your way before this gets really messy." His words send a tingle down my spine. I could probably orgasm if he would just touch me. And as if he can read my mind, he moves his hand up under my skirt, gently teasing the curve of my ass.

"You are?" I intended to answer with attitude, but it only comes out a breathy request.

"I thought we discussed it this morning? I'm assuming you're not covered in Hunter’s come still." He gives me a quick wink.

"Fuck you, asshole," Preppy says to Mason.

"No thanks. I already have plans tonight. Lacey, tell him who you’re fucking tonight," Mason says, causing my eyes to go wide.

Attitude. I need to throw attitude at him for being such a cocky jerk-off, but the only words that come from my mouth are, "I'm fucking you?"

"Damn straight." Mason stands, pulling me with him. "Excuse me. I have a lady who is in need of some...attention," he says to a speechless Preppy.

"Where are we going?" I ask as Mason pulls me toward the door.

"Back to my place. I live above the barn. Is that okay with you?" He looks genuinely interested in my answer. He's probably wondering if heading back to the same place I was with a different man this morning is going to freak me out. Which only proves how little he knows about me.