“You like having your tits fucked, don’t you, baby?” He thumbed my nipples, sending heat down between my thighs.
“Yes,” I admitted, wedging my hand under him, searching for my clit. It seemed so far away, but it was still begging to be touched. Finally, I reached my destination. God, I was wet. Soaked. My fingers followed the groove of my pussy like a Slip-N-Slide, up and down, as Mason used my tits for his pleasure.
The feel of him rocking my whole body, my nipples hard, my breasts squeezed tightly around his cock, made me crazy with lust. I rubbed my clit furiously, trying to catch up to him. He was panting, sweat beading on his chest, sheening his belly. I wanted to lick it off, tongue his navel, but couldn’t reach. I could barely reach the head of his dick as it neared my mouth, but I put forth the effort, rewarded with a low growl every time I caught it between my lips.
“Where do you want me to come?” he panted, eyes half-closed.
“In my pussy,” I insisted, plunging my own fingers into my hole, aching to feel his cock there. “Please. Fuck me. Do it, fuck me!”
He surprised me, rolling to his back and pulling me on top of him.
“Come on, Dani,” he urged. “Ride me.”
I found his cock trapped between us and slid down his length, sighing blissfully when I felt him bottom out. I rested there, just rocking, feeling him shift deep inside of me. He groaned, biting his lip, his thumbs digging into my hips as we began to rock together. I leaned over to kiss him, wanting more, sucking his tongue into my mouth.
We moved together in perfect rhythm. Mason’s fingers found my clit, knowing just what I needed, flicking it faster and faster as we chased down the finish line like two race horses, panting and slick with sweat. I felt the first tremor of my climax beginning in my thighs. They tightened and quivered at his hips, his cock plunging deep into my pussy, his tongue into my mouth.
I couldn’t stop it and didn’t want to try. My pussy clamped down violently onto his cock, all sound receding as I came, the feeling so intense I had to break our kiss and bury my face into the crook of his neck, as if I could hide from the sensation. My toes curled under his thighs, my arms wrapping themselves around his neck as he pounded up into me like a jackhammer, making my teeth rattle.
“Gonna come,” he growled, wrapping his arms around my waist and shoving himself up so far into me I thought I could taste him at the back of my throat. “Oh fuck, Dani, I’m gonna come inside you!”
I cried out at the brutal force of his orgasm, still recovering from my own, his hips lifting me off the bed, his cock convulsing wildly inside of me, filling me with heat. The strength of it left me breathless and I hung onto him, quivering with emotion, as we slowly came back down to some semblance of reality.
It was a while before I could think, let alone speak, but eventually my mind remembered what my body couldn’t seem to hold onto. This was my ex-husband-and he was my ex for a reason. Many of them. And all of those reasons came flooding back, along with the memory of Nico the last time I’d seen him, leaving him standing at his front stoop, and I felt suddenly overwhelmed with it all.
“Mason?”
“Hmm?”
I traced his navel with my fingernail. “What are you doing here, really…?”
“I told you. I have business here.”
I shook my head in disbelief. “In Italy?”
“I’m bringing the chain to Europe,” he explained. His father owned a popular restaurant franchise in the states. I supposed it was plausible. But the Mason I had left back in the states had few ambitions aside from getting to the next level playing Dungeons and Dragons with his friends. Who was this Mason, the one who arrived in a business suit?
I laughed. “Just what Italy needs-hamburgers and fries.”
“Listen, Ms. Ho-Ho…” He reached over to tickle me and I giggled, pushing his hands away. It was hard to stay serious-so hard to resist him.
“Who are you calling a ho?” I protested.
He kissed me hard on the lips, smiling down at me. “God, I missed you.”
“I missed you too.”
“Really?”
“Obviously. You wouldn’t be in my bed right now if I hadn’t missed you, Mason,” I reminded him. “But I have bad news. You can’t stay here. We’re not supposed to members of the opposite sex in our rooms.”
“That’s okay,” he said, pulling me close again. “I need to get my own place.”
I raised my head to look at him in the dimness. Who was this man and what had he done with my husband? Er- ex — husband. “How long are you staying?”
“At least a month. I have to finalize plans here, find some prime real estate for our locations.”
“A month.” I blinked. When I’d left, I didn’t think he was even on track to graduate, but here he was, talking business as if it was second nature. “You’re really here just for business?”
“Well…” He cleared his throat and I waited, just looking at him. “Expanding into Europe was kind of my idea…” he admitted. “And… so was starting in Italy.”
“So you came to see me.” I would have denied the thrill that went through me at the thought, but it was there nonetheless.
“Is that bad?” He kissed the top of my head.
“No.” I settled my cheek against his chest. “Yes… I don’t know.” I paused, thinking, and decided to just come out and ask. “What happened, Mason?”
“What do you mean?”
I hesitated. “When I left, you weren’t too interested in much of anything, except hanging out with Darron and playing D amp;D. Now you’re here in Italy talking about expanding your father’s business. So… what happened?”
He was quiet for a moment, and then his arms tightened around me and he said, “I lost you. That’s what happened.”
I could barely breathe.
“You weren’t the only one hurting you know,” he reminded me, his voice low. “But you leaving… that was a wake-up call for me. At first, I tried to just keep doing what I’d always done. What my parents wanted me to do.” He sounded angry, bitter. I winced. “But I couldn’t. You took my whole world with you, and I had to get it back. At least, I had to try.”
“How did you know I’d take you back?”
“I didn’t.” He chuckled. “I’m as surprised as you are that I’m here in your bed, you know.”
“Are you?”
“I fully expected you to slam the door in my face.”
I laughed. “And you came anyway?”
“Yes.” His arms tightened around me.
I was thinking about Nico. Mason felt so good, familiar-comfortable. Being in his arms was like coming home. But what was I going to do? I couldn’t just drop everything because Mason had come for me. Besides, the problems we’d always dealt with would resurface, I was sure of it. Why wouldn’t they?
Unless Mason really had changed…
I sighed. “I just don’t know how this is going to work.”
“Let’s just see where things go, okay?” His fingertips brushed over my arm and shoulder, making me shiver. “I’ll be here. We can talk. Take it one day at a time. See what happens.”
I shrugged, doubtful still. “If you say so.”
“I also wanted to ask you a favor…”
“Uh-oh.” I rolled my eyes. “Here we go.”
“Doubting Thomas.” He laughed. “Actually, I’d like to offer you a job.”
“A… job?”
“I need an interpreter,” he explained. “I’m going to hire one anyway, but I thought you might like the extra cash.”
I half-sat, blinking at him. “Is this a bribe?”
“No strings attached, I promise.” He crossed his heart. “Would you be willing to work with me?”
“I don’t know.” I frowned.
“Work on us?”
“Oh, Mason…” I snuggled up again, closing my eyes, wishing I could believe.
“Let’s sleep on it.” He kissed my forehead and that’s just what we did.
“Phone.” Mason nudged me but I was only half-awake. I buried my head under my pillow and snuggled more deeply under the covers. “Dani, phone.”
It was only when he reached for it that I reacted, practically leaping over him to grab it. I fell onto the floor, still naked, shivering in the transition from warm covers to cold air.