Page 59 of Untroubled Heart

My hands lift from the table, burying into Mason’s hair as I hold him to my leaking breast.

“Mason,” I beg. “Don’t stop.”

His tongue lashes over my nipple, lips gently sucking as his hips snap against mine, moving as if there’s nothing between us, nothing separating his cock from plunging inside me and further shattering my world.

The heel of his palm massages over my clit, and his fingers do something that feels too good to be true.

My hand moves to the waistband of his pants, pulling him harder against me as my throat grows raw with my cries for him.

When he pulls away from my chest, his eyes are lust-drunk.

“Callie,” he moans my name against my lips, and I do the same back to him, tugging on the strands of his hair where my other hand is still buried.

My body feels like an inferno. Pure madness has consumed me. It’s consumed us both, filling the room with nothing but frantic, carnal moans and the clashing of the table as it rocks. The air is thick and hot as I let my orgasm free again, just as Mason’s body shatters against mine.

Sweat beads on my temple, and my fingers play in the damp strands on the back of Mason’s neck.

“I wasn’t. Expecting. That,” I say with a smile, still catching my breath.

“I would’ve been happy with just the kiss, but your pussy and an orgasm are… fuck.”

He kisses me clumsily, and my stomach flips when he eventually pulls his fingers out of me. His tongue languidly strokes against mine, and he doesn’t pull away from me as he brings his fingers between where our mouths are parted. The ones that were just inside me. Instead, he rests them against my tongue and then licks them clean.

I think I might pass out if he continues to turn me on any further than he already has. I’m thoroughly satisfied and positively ruined.

“Jesus. Fuck,” he groans. It’s rough and gravelly and tastes like sin against my mouth. “You taste so fucking good, making me come so hard, and I didn’t even get to sink my cock into your tight, little pussy.”

I rear back. “You came?”

“Fuck yeah,” he says, kissing me hard, pinning my bottom lip gently between his teeth. “You made me come in my pants with your hot pussy squeezing my fingers.”

“I can’t bel—”

The sound of voices and car doors slamming nearby interrupts my train of thought.

“Shit!” I push Mason’s chest so I can jump off the trestle table and frantically put my underwear back in place, running to my shorts that were tossed aside.

I hop on one leg, trying to redress myself as Mason leans back, arms folded over his chest, legs crossed at the ankle, looking smug as fuck.

“What are you doing?” I hiss and shimmy my shorts up. My heart feels like it’s in my throat when I hear voices growing louder and gravel crunching under approaching footsteps.

“Enjoying the view.”

“Shouldn’t you go clean yourself up or something?” I button my shirt back up, trying to pull myself together so it doesn’t look like I just got the finger-fuck of a lifetime and two orgasms to go with it.

“In a little bit.” He shrugs, walking towards me. “I think I want to keep the reminder for a little longer.” He puts his fingers in his mouth again, drawing them out slowly with a wink as he strolls out of the room.

I hear him greeting the guys who’ve just rocked up as if nothing happened.

Thank God he knows how to play it cool, cos for the rest of the day, I’m burning.

Chapter twenty-two

I smile down at the photo Mum just sent through. She’s out to dinner with one of her friends, and I can’t remember the last time I saw her this truly happy.

ME:

You look gorgeous, Mum! Call me in the morning x