Mason cursed against me again and then he slammed his mouth down on mine. He demanded his entry and I opened for him. My legs spread wider and it was a second later when I felt him thrust inside. My eyes went wide. There was no barrier between us and he thrust harder and harder.
I gurgled out. He should stop. Condom. But as he kept going, everything blurred in me. I moved with him. I needed him, just him. No one else. His lips trailed down my throat and he nibbled on my neck. His hands stroked my breast, and he caressed my nipple. All the while he kept thrusting in me.
Oh god. I felt it building.
“Mason!” I rasped out as I clung to him.
I couldn’t do anything else.
And then I wanted to touch him. A hunger took over me and I pushed him away.
“Wha—” His eyes were blind with lust and he reached back for me.
I ripped my sweatshirt off before I reached for his. He tore it off for me and grabbed me again. I held him away and shook my head.
“Sam,” he groaned.
I bent down and licked his chest.
His hand cradled the back of my head, and he heaved in deep breaths.
My tongue swirled around him and tasted every inch of him. I explored each dip between his muscles and gently sucked where the bruises had blackened. Then I moved further down and slid to my knees.
“Oh god.” He backed against the wall this time.
My tongue touched the tip of his penis. His hand grasped my hair.
“Sam, are you sure?” His voice was thick.
I opened my mouth and took him in. I wanted to. I wanted to taste him. I nibbled along the length of him. My tongue swirled back and forth. Then I started to suck. I moved my head back and forth.
His hips bucked as he pressed me harder to him.
Suddenly, he pulled me away, and I was lifted and pinned against the wall again. He started to slide back in when I gasped in his ear, “Condom!”
“Fuck.”
He ripped himself away and hurried to the bathroom in my room. I heard a yell later and he came back down a second later. His chest was heaving. “Where the hell did that bucket go?”
I grinned at him as I panted. “You told Garrett that wasn’t fatherly. Remember?”
He groaned and raked both his hands through his hair. A litany of curses spilled from him.
“I’m taking that you don’t have a condom on you?”
He shook his head with a wolfish grin. “Doc told me I shouldn’t do a lot of physical exertion.”
I snorted and fell back against the wall. My knees were starting to fold and I felt myself starting to slide down. Mason crossed the room in two steps and held me up. He tucked me to him as he pressed against me. He moved up and down and nibbled on my ear. “You ever done that before?”
I grinned against his neck. My tongue swept against him and he pressed harder to me. “Not really.”
“Not really?” I felt his smile against my cheek.
“There were…” I frowned. “Attempts with Jeff. I hated it.”
He pulled back and gave me a tender kiss. “You hate that with me too?”
My breath was caught and held in my chest. I couldn’t admit what I had felt. Then I shook my head and kept my mouth shut. I felt my cheeks get red and buried my head into his chest. He laughed and swept my hair up to place a kiss on the back of my neck.
I felt the laughter rumble through his body as he held us both up. “Maybe we could do that again?”
I nodded, my tongue against my cheek, and peeked back up at him.
Mason was grinning down at me. He looked like the cat that found the cream.
“Now?” I asked in a husky voice.
“I’d carry you upstairs, but I’ve got this problem with my ribs.”
I caught his hand in mine and led the way.
There was something freeing in my laughter.
*
It was a few hours later when I collapsed on top of him. He ran his hands up my thighs and lifted my head to his. His lips found mine and lingered there. It was a long, exploratory kiss. Both of us were panting by the end of it, and he groaned when his lips left mine. His head collapsed on the pillow beneath him. A few curses slipped out.
I grinned as I slid to the side but was quickly pulled back against him. Tight.
“Are you okay?” My hand touched the largest bruise. I tried to skim it.
He groaned. “Yeah. I’m good. Thank god we found those condoms in your nightstand.”
I laughed at the memory. He had stashed them after the first night, in case he couldn’t make the long trek to the bathroom. I shivered from the feel when he slid back into me. It was like he’d come home. He belonged to me. I belonged to him. That thought had me shivering again.
“You okay?” He pulled a blanket over us.
I nodded. My throat was thick with emotion.
My hand rested on his chest and he caught it. His fingers slid through mine and his eyes closed. When his breathing started to even out, I ventured, “Are you hurt?”
“Yeah.” One of his eyes opened. “But I’ll heal. You okay?”