Mason_ Inked Reapers MC(1)(38)

“What, Lucy? What do you want?” I spoke over her pussy, letting my breath warm her skin more than it already was. “Do you want this?” I swiped my tongue up her pussy, flicking her clit and then pulling back.



“Aggh. Mason.” Her voice was ragged. I didn’t even try to suppress my grin.



“Yeah? That’s what you wanted? Tell me, Lucy. Tell me what you want.”



“Please, Mason. More.”



I took her clit in my mouth and suckled the little nub. She gasped, her thighs tightening, but I wasn't finished with her just yet. She tasted wonderful, like something out of a memory, something that couldn’t be described.



Releasing her clit, I circled her entrance with two fingers, continuing to lick and nip at her. My teeth dug into her thigh as I pushed my fingers inside. She was soaked. Her juices ran down my fingers, and her muscles clung to me as I began to fuck her with my fingers.



“Mason.”



“Not yet, babe.” I slid my fingers from her and stood back up, unzipping and pulling down my jeans. She watched me with hungry eyes, a plea resting on her lips. After managing to get the condom over my cock, I poised it at her entrance. “Lift your leg, babe.” I pulled her left leg up, hooking it over my waist, and slowly eased into her. Her eyes closed, and she put her head back. I didn’t force her to look at me, I let her have her moment as I pushed into her, filling her wet cunt with my cock.



She opened her eyes, tilted her chin down, and locked gazes with me. An intense shiver hit me at the sight of her beautiful brown eyes, and I pressed my lips to hers, pressing her against the wall of the bathroom. I plowed into her, slowly pulling back then driving into her again and again, while our lips locked, our tongues explored. Sugar. She tasted like sugar.



“Fuck. This is never going to be enough.” I swore when I pulled back. “Hands, I want them on me, Lucy.” She nodded, and wrapped her arms around me, pulling me toward her. A growl filled the room, but I couldn’t tell if it came from her or me, and I didn’t really care. I only cared about her, that moment of possessing her. I reached between us, grazing her clit with my thumb, and she cried out. “Shhh, careful now.” I kissed her again. “Can you be quiet for me? Can you come on my cock, but keep that scream of yours in?” Her eyes widened but she nodded. “I know you can. You’re a good girl for me, come now, Lucy. Come.”



The pad of my thumb circled her clit around and around, then pushed directly downward. Her fingers dug into my ass, I could feel her nails biting me as I drove into her again and again. Harder and faster, my hands on her hips holding her still while I fucked her so hard my own orgasm ripped through me. True to her word, she remained quiet. She muffled her cry by keeping her mouth closed and burying her face in my neck. I was not as quiet. I slammed my hand against the wall as the last pulsations of my orgasm faded. “Agh. Fuck.”



Our heavy breathing the only sound between us as we both slowly faded back to reality. I pulled her away from the wall and held her against my chest. I couldn’t look at her yet. I didn’t want to see her soft eyes looking up at me with worry over what was going to happen when we opened that door and walked out. I couldn’t keep her safe. Not yet. Not with the way things stood at that moment, and I didn't want to see the fear I couldn’t wipe away.



She was mine. The revelation had come to me days ago, but not until that moment, holding her, feeling her heart racing against my chest, did I realize what that exactly meant. She wasn’t mine for the moment, she was mine forever.





CHAPTER EIGHTEEN



LUCY





Mason watched me rebutton my dress through the mirror. I pretended not to notice, but his eyes on me always left my skin feeling tingly. Running my hands through my hair, I looked him in the eye.



“I can’t see you anymore,” I announced. He spun around and faced me. His jaw tense, eyes narrowed.



“That’s not the solution.” He shook his head.



“Just for a little while,” I assured him. He needed to understand. “Mason. He killed Kerri. She died because she walked out on Sting. Imagine what he’ll do when I say no to him.” I stepped to him, resting my hands on his chest. I could feel the tension there, the stiffness in his muscles, the irritation seeping through his skin.



“I won’t let him hurt you.” He sounded like a rabid animal, the way he growled his response.



“You won’t be able to stop him, and keep the clubs from going to war. Finish this thing you have going. When you’re ready, when I'm ready, we’ll leave. Put all this bullshit behind us.”