Mason_ Inked Reapers MC(1)(57)

In my mind I imagined Mason. Imagined him pulling my hair, sinking his dick into my mouth, farther into my throat. That image didn’t scare me, didn’t repulse me. The sensation of this prick’s fingers on my head made my stomach twist into knots. I licked my lips, trying to keep my mouth wet and get through this as quickly as possible. I let him shove his cock into my mouth. “Fuck, that's good.” He held onto my head as I moved up and down, taking him all the way wasn’t difficult, not like with Mason.



I kept my eyes closed, clenched, trying to keep out the sight of who was sitting in front of me, his legs spread around me. I could wipe out the sight of him, but the smell and feel of him couldn’t be swept away. His balls tightened, lifted. I swirled my tongue over the engorged head of his cock, hoping to speed up his orgasm, but he yanked me away before he did. “Over the bed.” He held my hair, pulling me to my feet. He wasn't grabbing me close to my scalp like Mason. Jayson wasn’t trying to control my movements, he only wanted to get me where he wanted me. He pulled my hair, much like a boy on a school yard, and pushed me over the bed.



I hadn’t changed out of my clothes yet so he shoved my shirt up over my hips and yanked down my panties. I heard the tear and his little laugh. “Whoops,” he said as he pulled my ass cheeks apart.



“Condom!” I yelled when I felt the head of his dick pressing against my dry entrance. “Jayson, please. Condom.”



He growled. “Fuck. Fine.” I heard the drawer of his nightstand grind as it opened, the ripping of the foil packet, and I sighed. At least I’d have some barrier between him and me. I hoped the rubber had some lubricant, but gritted my teeth and prepared for the worst as his cock pushed against me again.



The rubber provided some moisture as he pushed into me. I grunted from the invasion, but not from any sort of fullness. His nails dug into my hips as he continued to push into me. I gripped the bedspread and buried my face in it, waiting for it to be over. He didn’t take his time, he plowed into me and groaned, stilling his hips as his orgasm finally ended the ordeal. He slapped my ass as he pulled free saying, “A little more enthusiasm next time.” I rolled my eyes before I stood up and righted my skirt, kicking my panties off.



He peeled off the condom and threw it in the trash can near the bed before shoving off his jeans. After pulling off his shirt and yanking his boxers back up he climbed into bed. He punched his lumpy pillow and settled himself under the covers. “You coming to bed?” he asked, his eyes closed already.



“Just need to clean up and change,” I mumbled, and headed for the bathroom. Condom or not, I needed to wash off the remnants of that asshole from my body.



By the time I finished the quick shower, I could hear his snoring from the bathroom. I crept through the bedroom and quietly closed the door behind me before I ran for the front hall closet. I put the note by phone in the kitchen, tied my shoes, and made my way for the door. Pausing only a moment to be sure I could still hear Jayson’s strangled snores, I walked out of his apartment and ran toward my car.



The moon lit my way as I made my way through the motor pool. Most of the guys were already inside, either fucking their way to sleep or passed out. The one or two stragglers were busy with each other or working their way into a pair of panties. No one paid me any mind. The gates were still open, much to my relief, and I made it out onto the street without being stopped. My heart still raced, continued pounding heavily as I ran down the road to my car. My freedom.



The choking of my engine finally released the clenched fist around my lungs and I took my first steady breath as I threw the car into drive and I floored the gas.





CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN



MASON





People swarmed the marketplace. I’d never seen so many people crushed into one narrow street before. Even at the rallies there was more room to breathe than in this mob. Tick and I wiggled our way through the food carts and merchants, making our way toward the apartment building Carmela told us about.



“What is that smell?” Tick looked at me over his shoulder, making a sour face.



“I think it’s the tobacco shop, just keep moving.” I gave him a little shove. The less we were seen, the better. Carmella and Bernardo would be there any minute, and we had to be in position. The noise of the crowd hopefully would cover any sound Tick’s gun made; even with a silencer I didn’t trust that we wouldn’t be heard.



“There.” Tick pointed out the building, and we made our way to the entrance. Thankfully no one was hanging around outside the door and we were able to walk straight in and start heading up the stairs.