Exquisite (33 page)

Swallowing deeply he felt his eyes
blur but still he managed to clutch that robe behind his back. His bare ass was
feeling the cool air but his cock was on fire. He nodded, having a feeling he
was going to die from what she was about to
give
him. That wasn't enough
for his little temptress though.

"What was that?" she
asked blowing across the throbbing tip. Rolling his eyes and then squeezing
them shut he answered. "Yes. That's right."

When he felt one of her small hands
come up to grip the base of his shaft he groaned and his eyes snapped open. He
looked down at her and she smiled up at him in a way he knew would make him do
anything.

"Don't let go of the robe
Langley or I'll stop."

He blinked once then again, realizing
he was clutching the robe behind himself and that meant he couldn't grab her
hair or touch her,
smart sneaky woman
. He moaned in the back of his
throat as he watched her lean down and flick her tongue across the weeping tip.

"Holy fuck."

Lena grinned smugly as she heard
the curse in her ears.
Oh yeah, Langley. How do you like teasing me now?
She thought to herself as she lapped at the tip of his cock. He was salty and
she found the taste intoxicating. Almost as intoxicating as the moan it ripped
out of Mason. She gripped him in her hand and squeezed as she flicked her
tongue over and around the head of his erection tonguing the sensitive glands
underneath. She could feel his big thighs trembling and knew it was costing him
everything he had not to drop the robe and fist her hair like he usually did.
Dragging her tongue down the length of him she thrilled to hear his breathing
kick up and a soft groan slip through.

She raised her eyes to see he had
his closed and his arms were bulging in an effort to keep them behind his back,
and she was pretty sure he was death gripping her robe. Grinning to herself she
pulled back and took her mouth from him. His eyes opened and looked down at
her. They looked like they would burn her they were so hot, but now that she
had him looking down at her just like she wanted, she made a show of licking a
finger and pushing her hand between her kneeling thighs into her panties. He
groaned loudly and shook his head from side to side. "You're gonna to kill
me."

Lena rocked up on her own hand and
said softly against his cock, "I sure hope not." and then she opened
her mouth and took him inside.

Mason thought he’d explode at the
first touch. Lena had her hand in her panties and her lips wrapped around his
throbbing hard on. It was driving him insane because he couldn't see what she
was doing to herself and he could barely stand to watch what she was doing to
him because he knew he would go off like a rocket. Groaning and gripping the
stupid robe behind him he felt his hips flex and thrust forward trying to push
further into her hot wet mouth. He heard her moan and the vibration shot right
through his cock and he clenched his teeth breathing hard, trying to put off
the inevitable.

Again he felt her raise her head
then lower it sucking him in as deep as she could before pulling back up. After
a few minutes of agonizing pleasure she pulled back then did something he’d
wanted to do since he met her. He watched, in what was starting to feel like a
sexual high, as she wrapped the bottom of his cock in her soft silky hair then
placed her small palm on it and started to stroke him. He groaned loudly and
thrust his hips as she rubbed her hair all over him watching his face the whole
time, her eyes locked with his, her other hand firmly down between her own
thighs moving as she jacked her hips against it obviously pleasuring herself.
It was all becoming too much and suddenly he dropped the robe and she stopped.

His breathing was labored and so
was hers and he wondered if she would hold true and entirely stop what she was
doing. At this stage he wasn't about to let her make that choice. His hands
came around quick and gripped her head gently but firmly and tugged her
forward.

"Suck me, Lena."

Swallowing slowly her hand between
her thighs moved again slower this time and the hand gripping his cock remained
still on the hair that was wrapped deliciously around his cock.

"You dropped the robe
Langley." she panted as she shifted her hips on her hand and he moved his
trying to get some friction on the throbbing ache she held in her palm.
"You weren't supposed to do that."

Blinking down at her through a haze
of lust he clenched his jaw and asked softly with as much patience as he could
whilst trying to cling to his slipping control. "So now what?"

She smiled then and her hand
tightened on him as she moaned. She must have hit her own good spot and he felt
his hips twitching and his own hands tremble against her head.

"Tell me what you want Lena,
anything. God damn it!"

Licking her lips she opened her
eyes staring up at him with so much desire he thought he could drown in it.
"Beg me."

Letting out a short laugh he asked,
"Isn't that what I'm doing?"

She smiled now and shook her head
as she ground her hips on her hand again and squeezed him. "You wanted to
play with me, so I'm playing."

Letting out a shaky breath he asked
in a hoarse voice, "Lena please suck me."

Moving her hips faster she kept her
eyes open on his and he thought he’d go nuts. She stroked her hand up and over
his cock and he clenched his teeth as she shook her head. The woman was
torturing him.
Torturing him with mind numbing pleasure.

Moaning, her eyes slid shut and her
hips snapped even faster, her mouth came open on a pant and he knew she was
close. He felt his cock throb wanting the same release.

"Jesus Lena. Are you trying to
kill me? Suck my fucking cock!" Her eyes flew open and he added quickly
remembering her request. "Please?"

With that one word she seemed to
tip over the edge and she groaned loudly squeezing her thighs together and
clenching her palm around his hard cock. He grunted and felt his orgasm close
as she rode hers through and her breathing slowed.

Opening her eyes she looked up at
him and grinned. "Now it's your turn." she took her hand from between
her legs and in a move so dirty he thought he’d come just watching her, she
licked her fingers.

"I'm gonna to die." he
mumbled then he felt her lips wrap around the head of his cock and lower down.
The snug wet heat of her mouth and the visual memory of her coming one minute
before was all he needed. He gripped her head thrust into her mouth twice then
tugged her hair so she was looking at him. She knew he was close and he was
asking permission with his eyes, she moaned and rocked her hips again excited
by the thought and she nodded granting the permission. He moaned and thrust
once, twice then gripping her hair came on a loud shout into her hot mouth
watching her swallow him down.

Panting hard he looked down at her
and she slowly released him and lay down on her back on the floor. Her
beautiful hair spread out behind her and she looked so relaxed and happy he
felt his heart clench at her moment of peace. Then she opened an eye and said
softly, "You can keep my robe, I don't need it."

Chuckling softly he came down
beside her and pulled her in next to him. He was still in his shirt and his
pants were around his ankles.

"Hmm, no you certainly
don't."

Fingering her bra strap he kissed
her on her neck and whispered in her ear, "I like this color on you."

Smiling she raised a brow, "I
noticed. Were you coming to get me for dinner?"

Nodding he rubbed his nose in her
hair hugging her tighter, "Yes. I got sidetracked. Are you
hungry?"                       

She giggled, a sound he loved, and
took a deep breath shaking her head. "Nope I just ate." and with that
they both started laughing.

L
ena walked into the cafeteria searching out her
friend. She spotted her in the corner with a book on the table and her glasses
perched on her nose. Making a beeline toward her she snagged a seat and sat
down smiling when Shelly looked over at her munching on a piece of apple.
"What?"

Lena's latest hobby was to drive
Shelly insane with twenty questions about Paul, a lawyer she’d met around a
month ago and had been seeing regularly since. As Lena told her, payback’s a
bitch.

"Seriously? Why are you
grinning at me like that?" she asked pushing her glasses up her nose.
"It freaks me out. I'm still not use to
or
fond of 'happy
Lena'."

Laughing, Lena smiled and reached
over snagging a piece of apple for herself. "Oh shut it. You wanted me to
get a man and get laid. I did and now you're complaining."

"Well excuse me if I didn't
realize that achieving both of those things would turn you into a happy,
grinning, annoyingly smug, pain in my ass."

Lena’s grin only got wider.
"You only have yourself to blame. Now, how was the date last night? Sex or
no sex?"

Shelly harrumphed and Lena knew
that meant no sex. Biting down on the apple Lena sat back in her chair and said
around the food in her mouth.

"Me." she said pointing
to herself, "Sex. Great, hot dirty sex."

Shelly flipped her off.
"Remember karma? Watch out she'll find you. She sure found me."
Pausing Shelly reached out took the bottle of water off the table, undid it and
took a drink. Placing it back down she looked over to Lena. "What kind of
man wont sleep with you when you ask him too? It's been a little over a month
for crying out loud."

"Maybe he thinks you're
special and doesn't want to rush?"

Shelly tilted her head giving Lena
a,
really
? kind of look. As though she was an idiot for even suggesting
it.

"Well no need for that."
she paused then continued at a louder pitch, "I know I'm special! I'm also
sexually frustrated, think he knows that?"

Lena couldn't help it she burst out
laughing. "Well I don't know about him but everyone in this cafeteria now
knows."

Shelly glared over at her. Looking
at the clock on the wall she grimaced and stood looking down at Lena.
"Well you can sit here all smug with yourself. I need to go and see my
patients."

Picking up another piece of apple
Lena bit into it and chewed watching her friend with the accused smug grin.
"Ok. I'll just sit here and think about how sexually satisfied I am."

Shelly finally cracked a grin.
"Remember I helped you get him."

Lena nodded, "I know and I
thank you every time he puts his mouth..."

Shelly held her hand up
interrupting, "I can't even bare to hear it, that's how hard up I
am."

Shelly turned around and walked
away, and Lena was sure she heard, "Smug lucky bitch." being mumbled
under her friends breath and she had to agree, that was a fairly accurate
description.

Mason was sitting at his desk when
there was a soft knock on his office door. He put down the pen in his hand and looked
up to see Rachel standing in the doorway. It looked as though she’d been crying
and he immediately thought of his mother. Standing up he came around the desk
and motioned for her to come inside. She made her way over to him and he
reached out hugging her.

“What’s wrong Rachel?”

She started to cry then in earnest.
Sobbing and wiping her nose on his sweater,
ah the joys of a sister.

“It’s,” she sobbed once, “It’s
Ch–ch-Charlie.” she stuttered out between sobs and Mason knew right then what
was going on from years of comforting a broken hearted sister. He tugged her
closer and kissed the top of her head.

“What happened baby girl?”

Sniffling she looked up at him and
her purple tipped hair curled down over her shoulders. He pushed it back from
her face and tucked it behind her ear. “He told me he didn’t want anything
serious.”

Mason winced, knowing he’d used
that line a time or two himself. “And you did?”

She nodded. “Doesn’t everyone?”
Pausing she tilted her head to him, “Don’t you with Lena?”

Mason thought back to last night
and smiled nodding, “Yeah I guess I finally do. But for a long time I had no
interest in it.”

Rachel put her head on his chest
again, “That’s because you finally met the right person.”

Running a hand down her hair he
sighed, “Yeah I did.” He shifted back from her and looked down and asked
seriously, “Did you really want to wake up everyday to those eyebrows?”

He waited as she glared at him then
she burst out laughing punching his shoulder. “Jerk.”

Hugging her close he chuckled,
“What do you need Rach? Tell me?”

She took a deep breath and asked
softly, “A break? I just need to get away from him, from our place while he
moves out.”

Mason nodded and let go of her
moving back around behind the table. “What were you thinking?”

Rachel wiped her eyes and came to
sit down in the chair opposite him. “My friend over in Italy invited me to stay
with her for a couple of weeks.”

Mason leaned back in his chair.
“Italy huh? I miss Italy.”

“And the Italian women?”

He thought about that then shook
his head, “Nope. The food.”

Rachel came around and hugged him
around the neck. She kissed his head this time and whispered. “Thanks Mase.
You’re the best brother.”

Looking up at her he grinned, “I’m
the only brother you have.”

“Same difference.” and with that she
kissed him again, gave him a final squeeze and walked out the door.

Monday evening rolled around and
he’d just arrived at St Luke’s to pick up Lena so they could go over to his
mom’s. He rode up the elevator and when he got off he almost ran into Shelly,
or as he liked to call her, Dr Monroe.