But when I rolled over to gather her in my arms, she wasn't there. I sat up as the room spun, telling myself I needed a glass of water before I went back to bed. I searched for her clothes, but they were nowhere to be found.
It wasn't until I heard the sound of a compact car driving away that I realized she'd left.
She'd left without a word, and I was left standing naked with her scent covering my cock.
Chapter 7
Sarah
I couldn't believe I'd given in to him. I hadn't wanted to. At all. I wanted him to work for it before I continued to deny him. Damn it, what the fuck had I done? Sleeping with a guy on the first fucking date? After having my heart broken on some public cheating spectacle?
Just fucking great.
But I still left without saying a word, and that had to hurt an ego the size of his. He probably thought he was doing me some sort of favor, but me leaving without saying anything made it seem like I was doing him the favor.
And I was because men were lucky to get between my thighs.
I had no intentions of ever calling him again. If he wanted to call me, whatever. But I wasn't picking up that phone and dialing his number. If he wanted to talk, then that was fine. I wasn't going to chase after him. I knew how men like him worked. I knew how they thought, how women were supposed to bow down at their feet after a nice little romp.
And I had to admit, it was a nice little romp.
I got home and fell into bed after my date. I needed to get sleep before my Friday show, and it took a great deal of work to cover up the fun little mark he left on my shoulder. Angie poked and prodded me about it, wanting me to spill the details, but I simply told her it was a one-time fling to relieve some stress.
But I definitely needed to talk with Emma.
She met me at a bar after work that day, and we were throwing back margaritas. I was getting a bit tipsy, enough to loosen my tongue and make it easier to talk with her. I knew she wouldn't be happy with me, but I really needed to tell someone what had happened.
"So, I slept with a guy," I said.
"Sarah, be careful," Emma said.
"It's just a one-time thing," I said.
"Would this happen to be the same guy we talked about over lunch a few days ago?'
"What if it is?" I asked.
"Did anyone see you?"
"Nope. It was all private and shit."
"Good. Did you have fun?" she asked.
"Oh, hell yeah," I said, smiling.
"Don't date him, Sarah," she said. "I'm serious."
"I'm not," I exclaimed. "Just a little fling."
"I know you. I've known you for years. That's how it always starts. Just a fling. Protect yourself this time."
"I am, I am. I'm on birth control."
"Not what I mean," she said.
"Relax. It was fun. I'm not stressed. Life's good."
"You going to tell me who this guy is?" she asked.
"Gimme a week, and maybe I'll tell you," I said, winking.
"Well, I don't know about you, but I've got a full weekend of developing the place I signed off on today."
"Oh, my gosh. Which one did you go with?" I asked.
"The one two blocks up the way. On the same road, really convenient to redirect people to. I'm beginning renovations this weekend, and doing the first day of them with a hangover does not sound fun."
"Hangovers never sound fun," I said.
"Then it sounds like we both need to get home."
I embraced Emma tightly before I left for home. I rolled the windows down and allowed the wind to blow through my hair, but it was nothing like Mason's convertible. For a second of insanity, I thought about calling him. I thought about seeing how he was doing. Holy hell, the self-loathing would be worth it for another cruise in that beautiful car of his.
But I had more pertinent things I needed to take care of like the fact that the mere thought of him was making my pussy heat up.
I made it up to my apartment and collapsed onto my bed. I wiggled out of my pants and spread my legs wide before I pulled my fun little toy from my bedside table. I turned on the vibrations, allowing it to slowly ride down my body while I thought of his tongue cascading down my breasts, down my stomach, and all over my skin.
I slid it between my folds and sighed as I thought of Mason's eyes peering up at me from my juicy mound. His tongue would devour what my thick pussy had for him. I could feel his long, strong arms wrapping around my thighs, pushing them toward my chest as his tongue raked across my clit.
I darted around and wiggled with the vibrations as I felt the ghost of his hands run all along my body.
I thought about his thick dick and how wonderful it felt pressing against my walls. I felt like a virgin with him, like he had taken me for the first time and shown me things no other man could. My shoulder began throbbing, right where he'd bitten down into my skin and refused to let go. I massaged my clit in circles, mimicking the pattern his fingers made as he jiggled my ass for his viewing pleasure.
Fuck, I would've let him put it in my ass if it meant I could come again the way he'd made me last night.
"Mason. Yes, you're so good. You feel so good."
I could smell his sweat and feel his hips slamming into me. I could feel his tongue against my clit as my toes began to curl. I could feel the way his chest pressed into my back and the chiseled muscles that conformed to my body as I arched with my orgasm.
My back bowed like a tightly-wound guitar as I came, my pussy clamping down on nothing as I envisioned his cock filling me up with his come and his long, muscular arms wrapped my body up and pulled me close, kept me safe, stroked my skin, and made me feel beautiful.
They don't know your pussy sparkles brighter than they do.
His devious words ricocheted around in my head as I slammed back down onto the bed. His voice and his eyes. His thick hair and his rock solid body. His long legs and his fluid arms tangled up in my curves. It was like the devil himself had risen from the earth to taunt me with desires of the flesh I'd never known.
I knew right then and there if Mason called, I'd give in to him again.
Trembling from the aftershocks of my orgasm, I groaned and rolled over, shutting my toy off and putting it away.
I didn't just smell like me anymore.
I smelled like him too.
Chapter 8
Mason
I couldn't get Sarah out of my head. It had been two days since our date, and I hadn't heard a fucking peep. We had a good time. I knew we did. I'd come harder than I ever had in my life inside that woman's pussy, so I knew she had a good time. But she'd left. Just like that. While I was trying to gather myself and keep my headache at bay. No word. No sound. No nothing. Just put her clothes on, called a taxi or Uber or something, and fucking left.
And now, I hadn't even heard from her.
The night had been like pulling teeth. I got a little bit out of her when we got back to my place, but not much. Women I took out wanted to pour their life stories out for me to devour. Some had daddy issues, some had mommy issues, some had perfect little lives, and some had been cheated on. Some were moms trying to get their groove back, and others had serious self-confidence issues. I had a trick for every single trope in the book.
But she gave me nothing except a bit of familial tension, which she didn't even go into detail about. Yeah, she told me about how her dad was dealing drugs and how her mom never came after her, and I could sympathize with that shit. Sort of. That wasn't the point. The point was, she didn't want to talk to me. It was like all she wanted from me was the sex I could give her. She was unimpressed by the money I spent over dinner, unimpressed with my car, and unimpressed with my home.
That shit never fucking happened. Ever.
I'd have to pull out the big guns for her. The real big guns.
If she'd ever fucking call me.
Here's how this always went. The woman would wait a day to see if I'd call, and when I didn't, which I never do, she'd call me. That's when I'd ghost them. Keep them on their toes. If I got lonely one night and needed a date, I'd call them. They would always pick up, and I always had a nice little pot to pull from. But I couldn't ghost them and keep them on their toes if they didn't call.
She didn't talk about herself, she wasn't impressed by anything, and she wasn't calling. There was no way we had that shitty of a time. I felt that pussy clench my cock. I felt her come against me. Twice. I felt the way she keened into me and arched into my body. I felt the way her goosebumps rose all along her skin at the touch of my lips. She adored me. Wanted me. Craved me like I had craved her thighs all through that fucking interview, which had aired. And I'd fucking nailed it.
Needless to say, I was frustrated. It was Saturday, I had no plans, and the one woman I wanted to pull from my pool wasn't fucking calling me. And I sure as hell wasn't calling her first. Mason Baker called no woman first. They always came to me because they knew I could give them everything they wanted, all their hopes and dreams, in and out of the bedroom.