Page 117 of Game Plan

I had no idea how Mason did it, but he was playing my body with his, unlocking all its secrets.

The blood in my veins heated up.

All my senses were attuned to the boy who was about to take me to heaven.

I pressed against him, matching his rhythm and chasing the rawest form of pleasure I’d ever experienced.

Words failed me. Only soft moans and shaky exhalations slipped out of my mouth.

Mason kissed me, sucking on my flesh, until I detonated against his mouth. Normally, I’d feel myself blushing at the idea we were intimate like that, but right now, I didn’t care. I was surfing the high and wished to never come down.

When he rose from his position between my thighs, I almost hid my face in my hands, unsure how to act after what had just happened between us. Mason Pierce had played my body with his mouth. Not only that, but I had come on his tongue.

A broad grin lit up his face, easing my doubts. Despite myself, I couldn’t help but mirror it. “Ready for me now?” he asked.

“No. I want to…you know…go down on you.”

“Not tonight. I want your first time to be all about you.”

Oh. “You sure?”

“Totally.”

“Mase, ask me the question again, then.”

“Mel, are you ready for me now?”

I nodded many times. “Yes. I am.”

Gliding over me, he slid his hands under my back and unclasped my bra, revealing my swollen breasts. With a look I wished I could memorize, he dropped his head, teasing my flesh with his greedy tongue. The very tongue that had made stars explode behind my eyelids moments ago.

I arched into his mouth.

A new wave of unknown thrills invaded me, and all I wanted now was to feel him inside me, a thirst I could no longer deny or ignore.

Shifting on the bed, I relieved Mason of the last piece of clothing covering his body. My hand curled around the heated part of him like I had done a few times before, and the growls that left his mouth were my undoing.

With an up and down motion that I knew he liked, I worked him, enjoying the hardness of him inside my fist.

“Mase?”

He kissed me. Hard and slow. Soft and deep.

“Shepard, you’ll be the death of me, but it will be worth every second.”

I snickered at his words.

Moving to the side, he stretched his arm to grab a brand-new box of condoms from the bedside table drawer. He ripped it open and fished a foil package out of it.

Mesmerized, I watched him as he unrolled the rubber over his length, unable to look elsewhere. His teeth dug into his full bottom lip as he focused on the task.

“I want it to be good for you,” he said when his attention drifted back to me. “I know it might hurt, but I’ll be right there with you the entire time, okay? I’ll be very careful.”

“O-okay.”

“Mel, do you trust me?”

“Always.”