Mason:Inked Reapers MC(105)

"Did you sleep okay?" she inquired politely as she began preparing her equipment.



"Well, I was alone. So no."



Brea paused, taking in a nervous breath, trying to hide her now blushing  face. Was he flirting with her? Suggesting that he longed for her to be  in his bed as much as she did? She told herself that she was being  ridiculous and tried hard to plaster on a look of indifference as she  turned around to face him.



"You think we'll get this finished today?" he asked.



"I hope not." Brea realized she said that all too quickly but couldn't  remove her gaze from him. HIs eyes made her feel as though she was  falling. She waited for a crack in his smile to tell her that he felt  the same way or any response for that matter. But he just kept staring  straight back at her.



Brea dared to let her heart guide her, not giving her mind a second to  tell her she was being crazy, that she was taking too great a risk. She  approached Miles and placed her bare hands upon his chest, which  glistened with the dark freshness of his almost complete tattoo. Miles  reached around her waist for her ass and gripped it, pulling her tight  to him. When their lips connected the kiss wasn't soft, it was intense,  almost carnal. Brea let his tongue hungrily press against hers as Miles  leaned back on the chaise lounge, pulling her with him.



She was straddling him as they kissed passionately, there was nothing  romantic about this kiss; it was a longing. She could feel the bulge of  his excited penis throbbing tantalizingly close to her. As his hands  eagerly covered every inch of her body during their kiss, she wanted to  throw off her clothes and just ride him then and there. There was  something about Miles. When she was around him the shy, uncertain girl  of her past was gone. He made her feel liberated, made her feel like a  woman.



They were still kissing as Miles started to unbutton the blouse she was  wearing. Brea knew that she needed to stop things before they went too  far. Anyone could walk in at any moment and if found in such a  compromising position, she'd surely be fired. But instead of pulling  away and ending their embrace Brea was fumbling with the zipper of  Miles' jeans, desperate to free his dick. When her hands finally clasped  around it, she uttered a blissful sigh. Miles was well endowed but not  large enough to scare her. At school, Brea had heard stories of guys  being built like coke cans and she always feared how she'd react if she  were presented with such an appendage.                       
       
           



       



But Miles was perfect. His dick was rock hard and pink in her hands. She stroked it, teasing the tip.



"Let me fuck you," Miles growled deeply at her. "Let me fuck you so hard, you'll come until you're dizzy."



That was all the invitation Brea needed. She wriggled free of her jeans  and panties, letting them drop to the floor. Miles used his strong hands  to guide her hips into place. She was still straddling him as he  entered her. Brea gasped as she felt the full length of him glide up  within her. He was big enough to make her breath catch in her throat.



"Fuck! You feel amazing." he said approvingly. Slowly, Brea started to  grind up and down his dick. With each rise of her hips, she felt a storm  brewing inside her. Her whole body felt chaotically excited, the way  you do on a rollercoaster when you're slowly ascending towards the one  big drop.



Miles gripped her hips and pushed against her hard and fast. Brea  tumbled over the top of her rollercoaster. She leaned her head back as  she fell and delighted shudders resonated through her body.



"Yes," Miles groaned as he fucked her. "Come for me. Fuck, yes," his  body tensed beneath Brea. For a brief second he looked pained and then  his expression changed to one of deep enthralling ecstasy.



"Wow," he breathed.



"Yeah," Brea self-consciously tucked a loose strand of hair behind her  ear as she climbed off both Miles and the chaise lounge. Now that their  moment of passion had passed she felt nervous once more.



"That was," Miles was fastening his trousers back up, smiling to himself. "That was amazing," he finished.



"Yeah," Brea was glancing nervously at her hands as if she no longer  recognized them. Two weeks into her new job and she was having sex with a  client on her work chair. Who was she?



"Look," Miles stood up and cupped her cheek with his hand. There was a tenderness in his voice which instantly soothed Brea.



"What we just did was … admittedly a little crazy. Amazing. But still a bit crazy."



Brea nodded.



"How about you let me take you out to dinner tonight, maybe even take in  a movie? So that next time we might wind up at my motel together  instead of you risking losing your job? That sound like a deal?"



Brea tingled at the thought of having sex with Miles again. He was so  powerful, so handsome and god knows she fantasized about being in his  motel room, so this would be like a literal dream come true.



"Yeah," she agreed with a smile. "Deal."





Chapter 17



Miles could hardly take Brea out for dinner in Colridge considering that  he was supposed to be keeping a low profile. But he was eager to spend  time with her, to get to know her better and go on an actual date, so he  invited her out to a movie. He figured it was the perfect setting  considering the darkness of the theater; No one would be able to see him  and he wouldn't risk his cover being blown.



"I love going to the movies," she told him flirtatiously in the lobby as  they bought snacks. Miles was struggling to focus on anything other  than her slender legs, which were on full display thanks to the tight  fitting pair of hot pants she was wearing. Miles was grateful for  whoever had designed such a piece of clothing. He, himself was wearing  loose fitting dark denim jeans a tight fitting white t-shirt which  showed off his impressively toned abs and arms. He particularly liked  the contrast of his dark naval sleeve tattoo against a white t-shirt. He  knew he'd worn the right outfit when he met Brea at the theater and her  eyes widened with approval and lust.



"Do you go to the movies very often?" Miles asked, trying not to think  about the last time they were together. How she had straddled him right  there in the tattoo parlor until he came. A strange expression flickered  across Brea's pretty features. It was a mixture of sadness and regret.  But it was gone as quickly as it had appeared, replaced once again by  her coy, flirty grin.



"Sometimes," she placed a piece of popcorn between her pink glossed lips  and Miles shuddered deliciously, thinking about where he hoped she'd be  placing her full lips later on in the evening.



"What about you?" Brea tossed her hair over her shoulder as she asked the question. "You go to the movies much?"



The simple answer was no. Miles rarely went to the movies. He rarely  read a book. The main passion in his life was music. He loved traveling  around the country listening to local trash metal bands. But he wished  he'd grown up going to the movies, whether it was on dates or with  friends. He wished that his reading ability hadn't been so swiftly  squandered and that he could actually focus long enough to be able to  read an entire book if he wanted to. The Reapers didn't care about Miles  reading ability, or lack thereof, or his interest in movies. All they  cared about was that he could handle himself in a fight and knew how to  think quickly on his feet when he got into a jam. But to Brea, Miles  wanted to be more than that. He wanted to be interesting and suave. He  wanted to be a man she could admire.                       
       
           



       



"I go now and then," Miles replied vaguely.



"Sounds mysterious," Brea mirrored his stride as they left the foyer and wandered around to their relevant screen.



As they sat down in the back row, Miles was grateful to notice that  there was no one else around. That was the beauty of a twenty-five  screen cinema  –  most showings on weeknights were always blissfully  quiet. They settled down together and after some monotonous  advertisements and a few movie trailers the lights dimmed and the movie  started.



Miles wanted to enjoy the film. He'd chosen an action thriller which  he'd hoped would be exciting enough to hold his attention. But it was no  reflection on the movie that he struggled to follow what was happening.  He couldn't stop glancing at Brea's bare legs which were so  irresistibly close to his own. Looking up he traced the curve of her  bosom beneath the flimsy t-shirt she was wearing. Clothes which he could  remove in less than a minute. The thought of seeing her naked made his  pulse race. And her scent. She smelled so sweetly of vanilla that each  time he inhaled she flooded his senses. Groaning Miles tightened his  hands on the arms of the theater seat.