Perv(13)

What the fuck? How many women does he have?

Jenna crossed her legs and lost her ability to remain impassive.

In two strides, Mason was in front of her. Before she could grasp his intention, he lifted her by the waist and set her on the end of the island.

Jenna gasped and grabbed his shoulders, shock making her unsteady after the way he hadn’t moved for such a long time.

Mason released her waist and wrapped his hands around her knees. The next thing she knew, he had spread her open and settled her legs wide, straddling the island. It was almost too far for her to stretch, and she was more exposed in this position than she could ever recall.

When he had her legs how he wanted them, he pressed himself between them against the side of the island. He lifted her chin to his face with one hand and plucked her lip from between her teeth.

She hadn’t realized she was biting her lip. He stroked the offended flesh with his thumb and then lowered his gaze to her breasts. He cradled each one in his hands and grazed his thumbs over her nipples.

She jumped.

“Stay still,” he growled. God, he was bossy.

And her pussy leaked as he commanded her.

“Your tits are so rosy, Jenna.” They were the first words he’d spoken that weren’t demands. They were an observation, but she heard the reverence. “Lie back.” He reached behind her and lowered her slowly onto the tile.

It was cold against her back, but she welcomed the contrast with her heated skin. She stared at the ceiling, unable to see his gaze well without twisting her neck to the side.

“Lift your arms over your head.” His tone was low, but soothing now.

She couldn’t stop herself. Whatever he requested, she obeyed. She raised her arms and clasped her fingers together above her head on the island. Somehow holding one with the other was grounding, as though they had each other.

An unexpected moan escaped her lips when he lightly skimmed his fingers down her neck, her chest, her belly… When he reached her pussy, he trailed the tips of each finger around to the sides, bringing more goose bumps to her thighs as he fondled the inside of each leg.

Jenna lifted her knees subconsciously.

Mason pressed them back down. “Stay still,” he repeated. “Let me see you first.”

First? First before what? If he didn’t take his clothes off and fuck her soon, she was going to implode.

As though knowing she wouldn’t be able to obey, he placed one hand firmly against her groin while he stroked through her sex with the other.

“Oh God, Mason.” She moaned around the words. She’d never been so prepared. So ready. So fucking horny.

“So wet for me, baby.” He leaned down and blew a breath against the wetness he’d brought out.

Jenna would have bucked completely off the island if he hadn’t held her steady. But he knew that.

He chuckled, his seriousness evaporating. “So responsive. I love that.” He tested her again, as though her responses were fascinating. This time he dipped two fingers into her and drew them back out across her G-spot.

The invasion was so swift and unexpected, she stopped breathing. She was so close to coming, she thought she would embarrass herself.

“And tight. Shit, Jenna. When did you have sex last?”

She bit the inside of her cheek, not wanting to answer the question. He was obviously a man who enjoyed frequent intercourse. She felt like a fool.

“Jenna, answer me. When was the last time a man had his cock inside you?” He pushed those two fingers back inside and scissored them as he spoke.

Her mouth opened, but all she could think about was his fingers and how good they felt. How bad she wanted him to stroke her clit. How fucking arousing his dominating ways made her body jump at his command.

He pulled his hand away and lifted his head.

He waited until she lowered her gaze to his. She was shocked to find him licking his fingers clean. He stared at her face, his damn eyebrow lifted in its usual questioning spot.

What was his question? Oh, right. Her sex partners. How personal. But she would do anything to make him fuck her. “Over a year.” Her voice barely sputtered out.

He smiled. “I like that.”

She dropped her head back on the tile as he lowered his attention to her pussy again. The hand he held her down with pressed on her skin, pulling it toward her belly. She realized his intent when her clit popped free of the little hood, exposed to the air.

“Oh, baby. That’s so sexy.” He brushed his fingertip over the nub, and she screamed.

“More,” she begged. “Please.” She rolled her head back and forth, her eyes squeezed shut as she tried to concentrate on the sensations bombarding her system.

“Patience, Jenna.” He danced his free hand over her belly and across her breasts, avoiding her nipples. “All good things require self-restraint.”