“Probably not.” I moaned when he pushed at my wet opening, but didn’t enter me. I wanted to kick him, but I had enough sense at the moment to realize that would most likely not get me what I wanted, needed, the most.
“Now you’re getting it.” He grabbed my hips and pulled me back toward him as he thrust toward me, instantly filling me. I grunted at the sudden fullness. He didn’t pause, didn’t give me a moment to stretch to his size, he just began fucking me with an urgency my own body matched.
The garage filled with our grunts and moans, the slapping of our bodies as we continued to move in our frenzied race to the finish. His hand roamed around my belly, until he found my clit. The pad of his thumb pressed down and I threw my head back, crying out from the pleasure shooting through my body. He pinched and rolled the sensitive bud while he continued to plow his cock into me again and again.
I looked over my shoulder at him to find him staring at me intently. His bottom lip had disappeared, being bitten down on by his teeth. Dark eyes melded into my gaze and he increased the strength of his movements.
“Fuck,” he growled. “You’re even tighter this way.” His fingers continued to move over my clit, driving me faster toward the brink.
I lifted my right foot and placed it on a small stool that was near me. He growled again and drove harder into me. “Harder, Mason. Please.” I moved with him, fucking him as much as he was fucking me.
“Fuck.” He reached up and grabbed my hair at the base of my scalp, pulling my head back toward him. The new sensation, the new shot of pain running through me pushed me closer and closer to the explosion I was looking for. He moved his hand from my hip and wrapped it over my shoulder, pulling me to him with each strong stroke. “Goddamn. Come for me, baby. Come right now.” He continued to ride me.
My body listened to him as though he truly was its owner. The orgasm that had been slowly building inside of me burst out and shattered me. I screamed with each wave of its intensity. He drove harder and faster into me, grunting out his own release.
I rested my forehead on the workbench, not giving a damn that it was probably covered with dirt and grime. I needed to catch my breath. Mason peeled his fingers away from my shoulder, and let go of my hair as he took deep ragged breaths. When he was ready, he pulled away from me, walking away to a trashcan in the corner.
“Two weeks?” I smoothed my dress down and combed my fingers through my hair. He took the belt from my hands and slid it back into the loops around his waist.
“Yeah.” His eyes darkened. “About Jayson—”
“I don't want to talk about him.” I shook my head. I turned to walk away, but he grabbed me, pulled me back to him, holding me close to his chest.
“I know you don’t. But we are going to anyway,” he said with his chin resting on the top of my head. I closed my eyes and breathed in the scent of him, trying to memorize the smell. For all I knew, he wouldn’t be returning from this job he was going on. I wanted the memory, something to keep me from going insane while Jayson continued to make my life hell. “Tick is coming with me, so he can’t stop in at the club to keep an eye on you—you’ll be on your own.” He said it as though it were some failing on his part.
“Mason, I’ve been taking care of myself this whole time. I can make it another two weeks.”
“You won’t be able to keep his hands off of you.” His voice wavered, and I could tell the idea of having Jayson anywhere near me was physically hurting him. I couldn’t blame him. The memory of that girl with Mason’s cock in her mouth still made my chest tighten and choke the breath from my lungs. It wasn't fair to make Mason deal with this, to know some other guy was using me, touching me. I couldn’t ask him to continue down this road.
“Maybe we should—”
“My belt won’t feel so good now after two spankings. Better watch what you’re going to say.”
“Fine.” I let out a long breath. He was right. I’d already tried the logical approach with him. “You’re okay with this? With Jayson making me live in his apartment? Me cleaning and cooking for him, fucking him when he stumbles into bed at night?” I shoved away from him. He could pretend all he wanted, but there was no good side the situation.
“Lucy,” he warned, with his voice and his eyes, but I ignored him.
“No. You know I can’t fight him. You know he’s going to fuck me, make me do all the dirty things he’s always made me do. How can you look at me like I’m not the whore that I am?” Tears now ran down my cheeks and I didn’t bother to wipe them away. I hugged myself, stepping back when he looked like he would spring forward to touch me. Instead of reaching for me, his shoulders dropped, his mouth tightened.