Mason:Inked Reapers MC(15)

"Don't' start that again." I tried to laugh it off. I hadn't expected to  feel so aroused just by seeing him. Just looking at him made me want  him. That wasn't supposed to happen.



"You'll come back with me to the clubhouse."



"And be your whore? No." I shook my head.



I should have expected it, but it still surprised me when he moved his  hand and cupped my sex. Even through my jeans, I could feel the heat of  his fingers, his palm as he pressed against me. I closed my eyes,  determined not to feel anything he did to me. "Mason-"



"Shh. I don't want you to say anything other than yes sir or thank you  sir. Got it?" He began to move his fingers, and I clenched my hands. It  felt as though there was no material between his hand and my body, his  fingers triggered such a response from me. I opened my eyes and found  his staring at me, the blue of his eyes dark. "Do you understand, Lucy?"                       
       
           



       



He leaned forward, inhaling deeply. "Fuck you smell good. Answer me."



"Yes." I nodded, my legs began to wobble, my knees went weak from the delicious torture he continued to apply between my legs.



"What?" His hand stilled and I groaned.



"Yes, Sir." I corrected myself and nearly came undone when his hand went back to work, harder now, with more force.



"That's a good girl." He leaned toward me further still, the stubble on  his chin rubbing against my cheek, as he brought his mouth down to my  neck. I tilted my head away, giving him better access. His teeth  scratched over my skin just before his tongue licked away the sting.  "You missed me." He breathed in my ear. Tingles shot through me.



I wanted him to kiss me then, to possess me as he had so many times  before. Instead, he wound his free hand into my hair, pulling my head  back. "Mason." I breathed, but didn't know what I wanted to say. Stop?  No, that wasn't it. Please?



"I'm right here." He spoke softly into my ear. The heat of his breath  sending a shiver down my spine. He stopped rubbing me and undid the  button on my jeans, slowly lowering my zipper. "You didn't have your  period did you?"



I managed to look him the eye, even with my head still pulled back. "No."



"You didn't want that guy to touch you. You wanted me."



Of course, I wanted him! Having someone else touch me, fuck me while  Mason was in the club had felt wrong, horrible. "Yes, Sir." I found  myself saying while his hand slid into my jeans, under my panties. His  fingers found my clit and I nearly rocketed out of my body.



"So wet." He chuckled into my ear. Having him so close, being toyed with  by him, and made me that way. For him. I wanted him badly. "Do you  think I should let you come? Like this? Pinned up against a shelf, my  hand in your pants?"



"Yes, Sir." I tried to nod, but his grip in my hair intensified. Tears built in my eyes from the sting in my scalp.



"I'm not that easy. Not yet." A tear slid down my cheek from the corner  of my eye, he licked it away. "Now." He slid a finger inside of me. I  made a sound. I tried to keep quiet, but when he slipped a second finger  in, his palm still rubbing my clit I heard a loud groan fill the space  between us. His grin told me how loud I had been. "Shh, you don't want  anyone walking in, do you? With my hand in your pants, my fingers in  your wet pussy?"



"N-no, Sir." I pinched my lips closed, determined not to make another  peep. He let go of my hair and slid his hand into my shirt. He pulled  the neckline of the tank top down, releasing my breast from the  constraining fabric. He dipped his head down and licked my nipple.  Looking up at me for a split second, making sure I was watching, he  licked me again, this time wrapping his lips around my nipple, drawing  it out to a hardened peak.



The soft heat of his tongue circling around my nipple sent electric  waves to my clit, intensifying his movements even more. I gasped for  breath as I could feel the pressure building, the impending orgasm  chasing me down. "Not yet." He murmured against my breast, teasing me  with his teeth, biting and suckling.



"I can't wait." I shook my head.



"You better, or you'll go without for much longer." He straightened up  and watched my face. "Don't you dare come yet." The grating of his voice  drew me further to my doom. I wasn't going to last long if he kept  staring at me like that. Like his whole world began with me. That  nothing else existed at that moment except for the two of us.



"Please." I pushed my pelvis toward his hand. My legs shook, I needed to  feel that release. He slid his arm around my waist, holding me up as he  moved his hand quicker, bringing me to the edge. "Please, Sir. Please."  I grabbed his waist, digging my fingers into him.



"Not yet." He whispered and slid a third finger into me. I yelled out at  the fullness, the desire that burned inside of me. "Okay. Now."



My body, his instrument, followed his dictate and fell into a million  pieces as my orgasm shook my body. I gasped for breath that wouldn't  come. My hands clenched around his shirt and I threw my head back  screaming out as the waves hit me. I didn't care who could hear.



"Shhh … " He kissed my cheek, slowing the ministrations of his hand and  bringing me back to earth. When I could catch my breath, I looked at  him. Grinning from ear to ear like a proud boy.



"Oh my god." My face heated. The entire club must have heard me.                       
       
           



       



"It's okay. It's okay." He pulled his hand out of my pants and brought  his fingers to his mouth licking each finger as though he were delving  into a delicious treat.



With shaking fingers I managed to right my clothing, under his gaze. I  looked down, at the obvious erection in his pants and began to glide  down to my knees. His hands caught me under my arms and pulled me back  up.



"No." He swiped his hand across my brow and kissed me tenderly. "Not today. Today was just for you."



"I don't understand."



"You don't have to." He shook his head. "Now, about that conversation we never finished."



"Again?" I rolled my eyes.



"You could go to school, get your nursing degree. Get a job that pays in actual cash. Be free. Why would you say no to that?"



I studied him. He hadn't shaved since I last saw him, the stubble gave  him an even more dangerous look. His blue eyes weren't playful as they  usually were, they were hard and focused on me. If only he'd understand.  "Because I would be trading one club for another. Do you really think  Jayson won't go after me, or you, or your club? Why would you want to  start a war over me?"



"I protect what's mine." He crossed his arms over his chest, taking a stand.



"Maybe I don't want to be yours."



"That's a lie. And lies are punishable."



"Christ. Mason, you don't know what you're asking."



"If I told you the MC life wasn't all I wanted, that one day I wanted  out, would that change your mind?" If he was trying to throw me off  balance, that statement did the trick.



"You don't want to be a Reaper anymore?"



"I don't want this forever. I see my president and look at Jayson. Worn  down by years of stress and warring. For what? Money? Fuck that. I'd  like to go to bed at night and not worry some asshole is gonna try to  stick a knife in my back the next day. Besides, things are changing.  This alliance is bullshit and both sides know it. The cartel is gonna  barrel through and rip us both to shreds, and then what?" I watched his  face, wondering if he was making up a story for my benefit.



"Since when?" I eyed him with suspicion.



He raked a hand through his hair, leaving it standing on end in some  spots. "I don't know." He blew out a breath. "Since you, this deal with  the cartel. Tick getting engaged." Tick? Who was Tick?



"He's never going to let you pay off the debt." I spoke more for my  benefit than his. I couldn't entertain the idea of actually doing what  he proposed. Jayson would never allow it. "Just asking could start shit  between your clubs."



"Let me worry about that." He stepped to me, cupping my face in his  hands. "I want you to think about this. Really, really think. I can get  you out of here. You'd be safe. Able to go to school."



"And you? If you did leave your club, what would you do?" I doubted MC member looked good on a resume.