The Tycoon and his Honey Pot (6 page)

He
moved his hand lower and stroked down the length of her cleft and opened her
tender lips to push his finger inside her warmth, her wetness flooding his skin
and he moaned.  He pumped his finger inside her, added another, and yet another,
twisted his hand and stroked her clitoris with his thumb at the same time. She
lifted her hips urgently against his hand.

He
closed his other hand around her breast to pinch and roll the nipple, whilst he
fed on the other with his mouth.  She twisted and turned in desperation, her
legs moved listlessly on the bed. She entwined her legs with his and he pushed
his one leg between hers, keeping her thighs apart and open. He opened his
mouth wide and took as much of her breast in as he could.  He pulled back and
scraped his teeth all the way to her nipple.  He bit down only to soothe the sting
away with a long slow suckle.  Her breathing was haggard and she pushed her
head back into the pillow, her neck arched like a swan’s.  He repeated the
scraping with her other breast and she moaned his name in desperation.   He
felt her arousal douse his fingers with wetness and he growled.

His
mouth left her breasts and she reached for him, but he kissed his way down her
belly over her naked mound to close around her clit and she nearly jumped up
from the bed.

“Mason!”

“Shh,
honey … I need this … Lord I need this.”

 He
pushed his arms beneath her legs and draped them over his shoulders.  He curled
his arms around her waist to caress her aroused nipples further.  He stroked
his tongue around the tip of her clit and pulled it deep into his mouth.   He sucked
and stroked the tip until she felt she was on the verge of combusting.  He
pulled one hand from her breast to push two, then three fingers inside her,
pumping wildly into her swollen walls that gripped him and pulled him deeper.
He kept sucking her clitoris, swirling his tongue over the tip and took her to
the edge over and over again, only to bring her back just as many times until
she was a puddle of Jell-O in his hands.  She begged and pleaded for release.

He
was relentless and drew moan after moan from her lips until her voice was
hoarse from the pleasure he bestowed upon her, yet he kept her hanging on the
precipice.  When he knew she could take no more, he drew on her clit harder,
scraped his teeth to the top and nibbled on it softly and then harder,
thrusting his fingers into her relentlessly until she cried his name and her
body tightened.  He withdrew his fingers and replaced it with his mouth, his
tongue surged in deep, deeper and he sucked the juices from her body as her
climax ripped through her. He kept stroking and pinching her clit drawing her
climax out.  Her haggard breaths and moans testimony of how hard her orgasm had
her in its claws.

She
was still pulsing when he surged inside her, his rigid shaft hitting her at the
hilt and she cried out. She ground her hips hard against his, begging for
more.  He plunged into her, hard and deep, faster and with a desperation that
astounded him.  Brooklyn was tight in the claws of her own body’s pleasure. 
Her orgasm hit her so hard she thought she would pass out, only to have it
extended even longer and harder when he surged into her, plunging into her with
hard deep thrusts.  She clawed at him, urging him on, every hard thrust
plunging inside her, making her crave another, harder, deeper.

Mason
felt himself lose control and he held himself above her with his arms straining
as he plunged into her furiously.  His hips pummeled against hers and he
growled as his climax ripped through him so hard he couldn’t breathe.  His body
was as tight as a steel rod and he shuddered inside her, shooting his release
deep.

Brooklyn
was dazed and stopped breathing when yet another climax slammed through her,
drawing her body in a tight arch against Mason.  She couldn’t breathe and for a
moment everything went black around her.  She screamed his name as hers died on
his lips and she held on to him until the last shudders faded inside her.

Mason
felt her inner walls continue to pulse around him in the aftermath of her
climax and he puffed breath into his lungs.  He could not believe that he had
another amazing climax so shortly after the first and his body felt complete and
replete.

He
withdrew from her and fell on his back next to her.  He reached his arm around
her and drew her close to him, her head finding a spot on his chest and her leg
nestled warmly between his.

“Brooklyn.”

“Yes,
baby?”

“You
do know that I will never let you go now.  This has sealed your fate.  You are
mine!”

She
heard the possessiveness in his voice and she smiled.

“As
you are mine, Mason … and be warned … I do not share!”

“Oh,
honey pot!  You are too precious!  That is one thing you would never have to
worry about. I knew you would blow my mind.  I need only you … no one else will
ever do!”

She
lifted herself over him and settled between his legs with her soft stomach setting
over his groin. He groaned as his shaft reacted to her softness by hardening
and swelling against her.  She responded with a moan and moved in a circle
against his arousal.  She leaned forward to graze her tight nipples against his
torso.  She stroked his chest and arms with fluttering fingers.  Her eyes met
his and she smiled.

“Is
it always like this?  This intense, this satisfying, this … complete?”

He
stroked her hair and caressed her lips with his thumb, shaking his head.

“No
honey.  I can honestly say I have never experienced anything so intense and
satisfying and yes … complete.  With us … it will always be like this, I
promise.”

She
lowered her head and kissed his torso and smiled when it tightened under her
lips and his hand gripped her hair. His voice was hoarse when he cautioned her.

“Honey
… uhm … the position you’re in is just too tempting and promising and I know
you’re not ready for it, but I would not mind … Hot damn … Brooklyn!” 

He
shouted when she slithered down and took his hard shaft in her hands and gently
stroked it. When she leaned closer and kissed the quivering tip he nearly growled
in surprise.

“Honey
… stop … I … are you sure you’re a damn virgin?” 

He
ground out between his teeth as she pulled him into her mouth, twirling her
tongue around the length of his shaft. She sucked him as deep as he could go.
To taste her scent on him was so erotic that heat immediately sizzled inside
her.  She looked up and met his eyes.

Mason
has never seen such an erotic picture, has never felt so vulnerable. He watched
her mouth closing around him, pulling him deeper and sucked softly then harder. 
She caressed his sacks and he clawed at the sheets below him, forcing his body
not to thrust against her mouth. When she copied him and scraped her teeth all
the way to the top he lost the battle and thrust against her mouth.  She
moaned, sucked harder and moved him in and out of her mouth.

Mason
felt his blood pound through his body and he knew he would not be able to hold
back much longer.  He reached for her and pulled her up and over him, settling
her over his pulsing shaft and growled when she reached down and guided him
into her tight passage.  She lowered herself onto him slowly, but he was too
impatient, in too much need and he gripped her hips and slammed her down onto
him as he thrust his hips upwards.  She shouted at the ecstasy of feeling him
so deep and hard inside her.  She started riding him, fast and hard, then with
desperation when he pulled her forward to close his lips around her nipple and
suck and nibbled on the tip.  His fingers closed around her clit and pinched
and stroked until she was thrashing uncontrollably against him. 

She
felt the ripples inside her tighten and pull at her core painfully and she
cried his name in a desperate plea.  He answered by surging upwards harder and
deeper and they once again rode the crescent of their release as wave after
wave crashed over them.

Brooklyn
slumped weakly on top of him and held onto him whilst his arms grasped her
tight against him.  Their breathing settled, and they fell asleep, Mason still
semi-hard and nestled tight inside her body.

Chapter Six

Mason leaned
his head on his hand and looked down at the sleeping beauty next to him and smiled. 
She was exhausted.  He allowed her only an hours’ worth of sleep and spend the
rest of the night trying to expunge his overwhelming need for her.  He buried
himself inside her warmth so many times he lost count and it was still not
enough.  Gazing at her beauty and luscious body his arousal strained hard and
eagerly against her hip.

He
stroked her belly and pulled the sheet that covered her off and watched his
hand on her honey colored skin.  She moaned softly and turned her face away
from him.  He lifted his hand and stroked down her profile, her forehead, her
small straight nose and her full lips and over her chin down her neck.  She had
the most perfect profile he has ever seen on a woman. 

His
eyes caressed over her chest and he growled softly when his hand followed the
same path and stroked slowly over her nipples.  When they immediately shriveled
into hard nubs he could not contain himself any longer and leaned over to close
his lips around the closest nipple sucking it greedily deep into his mouth.  He
pinched and rolled the other between his fingers, causing an involuntary mewl
to escape her lips. She arched her back pushing her breast deeper into his
mouth and he suckled harder, lifting his head pulling her breast with and she
shouted.

“Mason!
Oohh … that feels … aahhh!” 

She
shouted when he pushed her breasts together and sucked on both her nipples and
pulled them as far as they would stretch, watching her heavy lidded eyes widen. 
She lifted her hips against his leg resting between her legs, desperately
rubbing against his hardness.

He
moved over her and settled between her legs, slowly pushing home and they
groaned in unison.  Their eyes met and she smiled warmly.

“I
could get used waking up this way every morning.”

“I
could get used waking you up this way every morning.”

Their
warm smiles meshed and he lowered his head to kiss her deeply but tenderly.  He
started moving slowly inside her and cursed when he saw her wince.  He stopped
and leaned his head against hers.

“I’m
so sorry, honey.  I should have realized you would be tender after last night.” 

He
gritted his teeth and started withdrawing from her but she wrapped her legs
around his waist.

“Oh
no, you don’t!  You can’t heat my blood, make me as wet as a waterfall and then
leave me!  I am fine … I will be in more pain if you left me now.  So, Mason Sheppard,
finish waking me up.”

“I
repeat … you are very demanding for a virgin!”

He
took his time ‘waking her up’ and made love to her slowly and tenderly and no
matter how she thrashed and pulled at him he kept the slow and easy pace,
giving her a shattering climax which he followed with his own emitting a husky
shout.

As
soon as they breathed normally, he gave her a soft rap on her buttocks where
she was draped half on top of him and she screeched.

“Up
you go … it is a lovely day outside and I want to show you the estate and then
we’ll have lunch in town.”

She
sat up and stretched lazily with her arms above her head, totally comfortable
with her nakedness in front of him.  His testosterone however reacted
immediately and his shaft tightened.  He growled, grabbed her and kissed her
hungrily.  He pushed her away from him roughly and rose from the bed.

“If
we ever are to get out of this bed, I better take a shower in the other room. 
You use this bathroom and I’ll wait for you downstairs in the den.”

She
smiled happily whilst she got ready and ran downstairs, peeping into rooms as
she went.  It was a beautiful house with lots of open spaces and spacious
rooms.  He watched her walk down the stairs and she looked so at home, his
heart warmed in anticipation.  He needed her with him; all the time, not just
every weekend or now and then.  She belonged here, to share his life and his
home with him. He still could not believe he fell so hard so fast, but refused
to question it in depth.  He was thirty five years old and it was high time he
did something about his single status.

She
reached the bottom stair and walked into his arms, wrapped hers around his
waist and hugged him tight.  His arms closed around her and he pulled her even
tighter against him, kissing her softly between her eyes.

“I
don’t know about you, but I am starving.  There is a small country cottage not
so far from here that serve scrumptious breakfasts.”

They
took the beach buggy and she felt complete and happy for the first time in a
very long while. The rest of the day was sublime.  After breakfast Mason took
her to New Shoreham which he told her was incorporated in 1672 as the only town
on the island of Block Island, and was the smallest town in the smallest state
in the United States.

They
strolled through town and with more than fifty stores, specialty shops, and
numerous art galleries, it was a diverse experience.  After lunch they went
back to his estate. He proudly showed her around the grounds and they went for
a swim on the private beach.  She screeched when he pulled her bikini top off
and pulled her into the soothing salt water.

“Mason!
Give me my top!”

“Why? 
It is only you and I … and I need to taste you …” and he lifted her out of the
water to fasten his lips around her nipple and she keened as heat immediately
shot to her core.

He
pulled her bikini bottoms off and before she could comprehend what he was doing
he surged inside her, guiding her legs around his waist.  His lips fastened on
the pulsing vein in her neck and he pulled the skin between his lips, sucking
hard and marked her with the same passion as he drove into her, his hands hard
on her hips guided her against him.

She
moaned and writhed against him as the pressure built inside her with such
intensity and speed she couldn’t breathe. Her nails dug bloodied half-moons on
his back and he thrust harder and deeper, causing such friction inside her that
her climax ripped through her almost immediately.  Mason ground his teeth when
the soft walls tightened around him and milked him until his own orgasm shot
through him and his shout and her scream competed with the crashing surf.

They
strolled back to the house hand in hand, laughing and joking all the way.  When
they reached the house Brooklyn turned to him and snuggled into his chest.

“You
know I can’t stay here tonight.  I have to get back to New York.  I have an
appointment in Cleveland and am leaving early tomorrow morning.”

“What
is it that you do besides racing?”

She
chewed her lip, not wanting to lie to him outright.  “I do some PR work for
Michael.”  This was the truth at least.  She has been doing all PR and
marketing campaigns for Hadley team for the past four years.

“I
don’t want to let you go.  I can drop you off early in the morning.”

She
smiled at his grumpy reply.  “Baby, I still have some preparation to do and
need to chat to Michael as well.” 

Which
again was the truth.  She told Michael she was going to Cleveland with Mason
and he asked her to try and fit in a short meeting with one of their sponsors. 
She managed to fit it in around Mason’s schedule as his meetings were all
scheduled for Tuesday and Wednesday.  They were due to arrive in Cleveland
around three in the afternoon on Monday which gave her the opportunity to go
and see them.

“How
long will you be in Cleveland?”

“Until
Wednesday morning.”

He
smiled and pulled her close again.  “You will ensure your evenings are free for
me?  I am there from Monday afternoon until Wednesday afternoon as well.”  He
stroked her hair.  “Why don’t you fly back with us on Wednesday afternoon?”

“Us?”

“My
assistant is going with.”

“Oh
… I can’t, I have to be back before lunch.  But I will keep my evenings open
for you. Where are you staying?”

“In
the Renaissance Hotel on the Public Square.”

“I
know where it is.  Let me know what time and I’ll meet you there.”

He
frowned at her, looking at her pensively.  “I am rather old fashioned in that I
prefer to pick my date up, not her meet me.”

She
giggled and gave him a quick kiss.  “Hmm … you need to relax your staunch ways,
baby.  Let’s not fight about something so trivial.”

He
couldn’t resist her when she looked so beautiful looking up at him and he
lowered his head to kiss her deeply.

Mason
was not happy to take her back to Michael, but he gave in, only because he
would have her back in his arms the following night.

Michael
stayed in Brighton Beach which was not that far from her apartment block.  She
sighed in relief when Michael was not home and waved Mason goodbye as he pulled
away from the curb.  She waited fifteen minutes and then took a taxi home.

She
rubbed her eyes tiredly relaxing in a warm bubble bath.  The warm water soothed
her slightly sore body.  Just thinking of the ecstasy and pleasures she
received at Mason’s hands and mouth made the slight soreness between her legs
worth the while. 

She
could not believe how deep her emotions ran for him, how intense the feelings rippled
through her heart just thinking of him.  She never believed love at first sight
existed, but now she did.  Her heart has never beaten so joyously for any man,
yet at the same time painfully … it was as if her heart was too small to carry
all her love and feelings for him.  She gasped … love?  She only knew him for a
week!  Yet somehow, the way her body responded to him, so naturally, so
passionately were all testimony of her total acceptance of her feelings.

The
only damper was the deceit.  She groaned and leaned her head against the back
of the bath tub. With sad resolution she picked up her phone and called
Michael.

“Hi
sis, fancy hearing from you on a Sunday evening.  I thought Mason would have
kept you there until tomorrow.”

“He
wanted to, but you know why I couldn’t.”

He
was silent for a while, the only sound the background of the restaurant he was
clearly at.

“You
still have not told him.”

“Does
your offer still stand, Mickey?”

He
gripped the phone.  “What offer?”

“To
buy my baby?” 

Her
voice cracked and his heart went out to her.  He knew how much she loved that
car, and the racing.

“Of
course.  Are you giving up racing as well?”

“I
can’t very well race without a car.   When can we do the deal?  I want to
resign before the end of the week.”

“Resign
and disappear as Zita, or resign and tell him?”

She
was quiet for so long and he realized she only now considered the two options. 
She sighed and said softly.  “Resign and tell him the truth.”

“It
is the right thing to do, sis.  There is another option, you know.”

“I
am listening.”

“I
will pay for your studies and support you until you start practicing.  When the
dollars start rolling in, you pay me back with interest at the current prime
rate.”

“Thanks
for the offer, but I can’t allow you to do that.”

“You
can be so hard headed at times!  Very well, I’ll transfer the money in the
morning.”

“At
the value we agreed on, Mickey.  Not a cent more!  And you transfer ownership
of her before the end of the week.”

“What
is the rush?”

“It
is not a sale if you don’t hold ownership!”

“Okay,
but only if you agree to continue to race for the Hadley team.”

Tears
trickled over her cheeks at the impending loss.  “I … agree …” She could not
prevent the sob from escaping and Michael cursed.

“Bee,
just tell him!  He will understand and you can continue to work for him.”

She
laughed though her tears.  “No Mickey … after this weekend, there is no way I
can continue working for him.”

The
tears continued to press past her lids after she ended the call and she cursed
loudly.  Why did she accept this job?  She should have stayed where she was,
then she would not be in such a mess!

Her
cell phone rang and she swallowed the lump in her throat away, when Mason’s
name flashed on the screen.  She swiped to answer and cleared her throat before
she spoke.

“Mason? 
I miss you …”

“God
woman!  Do you know what you are doing to me?  I am getting back in the chopper
right now …”

“No! 
No … I am just being silly.  Tomorrow is not that far away.”

“It
seems too far for me.  I need you again, Brooklyn.  I don’t think I’ll ever get
enough of you. My arms feel so empty.”

Brooklyn
couldn’t answer as the tears started rolling over her cheeks again.  This time
in happiness, knowing she was doing the right thing, and even losing the Camaro
didn’t mean as much as her need for him.  She just wished they didn’t have the
Cleveland trip.  She could hardly spring it on him now and knew she had to wait
until they were back in New York.