Untouched: 2 (Rough Boys) (16 page)

She twisted her hands together and dropped her gaze. Silence stretched between them.

She wants me to go.

He inched toward the door.

She snapped her head up and pierced him with her gaze. “No, Mason. Please stay. I-I want you to stay.”

With the words spoken, she relaxed perceptibly and his heart soared with joy. His pride and confidence back in place, he crossed the small living room to her, taking slow, measured steps.

Her chest heaved with every breath, bringing attention to her breasts. They were high and full and he wanted nothing more than to cup them and lavish kisses upon them.

She shivered but held her ground. “Stay with me and we’ll sit and talk. I have… some wine we could share.”

“You have much more to share and you know it.”

Fear crossed her face, widening her eyes and stretching her lips. What was that about? It hurt him to see that look on her beautiful face.

“Mason…”

He wrapped his fingers around her upper arms and yanked her against his chest. “Give me your body tonight, Eva. I don’t want to go home. And it’s the best gift I could ever receive.” His voice sounded throaty even to his ears.

She made a noise in her throat like a sob. He tilted her face up and kissed her, swallowing any resistance she might have had. If she asked him to go, he’d do it, but it would shred him.

“I need you tonight, Eva. I need you so badly.” He slid his arm beneath her knees and plucked her off her feet. She found his mouth, her lips seeking, asking for something but he didn’t know what.

He angled his head and parted her lips with his tongue, tasting her familiar passion. Their tongues tangled for long minutes, swirling and dancing as they’d done so many times before. But Mason’s heart told him this was different. They were on her turf and on her terms. This might be the night she truly gave her heart to him.

And God, he couldn’t wait to cherish and protect it.

Pivoting toward the hall, he murmured against her lips. “Tell me which room is yours.”

“Third door.” She bit his lower lip lightly, her eyes shining like two Christmas stars.

Electric heat clawed at his insides, urging him to stretch her out and make love to her until Christmas Day dawned.

He quietly drifted down the hall with her, aware of her sleeping child. Could he keep her quiet while he loved her? Visions of his fingers over her mouth, her sharp little teeth digging into his hand flashed through his mind.

His cock swelled painfully, throbbing for release.

At the entrance, she reached out a hand and pushed the door inward. The ripe scents of her perfume and personal musk filled his head, dizzying him. He groaned.

“You’re sure about this?” she whispered.

“Never been surer about anything in my life.” If he had a goddamn ring, he’d be on his knees before her, begging her to be his wife. He wanted to take her and Brady out of here and give them a better home. Create a family. He’d put an end to this eternal longing.

He swung her to her feet and stared at her shadow as she moved away from him. She kicked something and gave a soft curse, which sent laughter boiling up his throat. He clamped down on it, but by the time she switched on a small lamp, he was doubled over, choking with laughter.

“What’s funny?”

“You. Swearing and trying to be stealthy to keep your son from waking up. It’s just so…perfect.”

She clasped her hand to her mouth and shared his laughter.

The lamplight bathed her in gold. Her room was simple and clean like the rest of her house. He threw a quick look around and was happy to find no more photographs of Bill. He didn’t want to make love to her with her late husband’s memory looming over them.

“The tones of your room suit you. Reds and golds. But you look equally beautiful in my bed, silhouetted by blue and green. You’re like a gem, Eva.” He captured her at the side of the bed and bore her down, supporting her when she suddenly went boneless.

The soft mattress engulfed them. He covered her fully with his body, letting her feel his arousal.

“Stay with me tonight, Mason.”

“Yes.”

“Make love to me and then hold me while I sleep.”

“I’ll guard your dreams.” He kissed her, trailing his lips back and forth over hers in a lingering caress.

Her sigh filled his mouth and he fed one back into hers. He ran his hand down her side to rest on her hip, probing the hollow of her pelvis. Need was a bright spark in his mind, but he wanted to take his time with her and do this right. In his house, he’d made love to Eva the woman. Here, she was more vulnerable. A mother. A widow.

He pressed kisses down the point of her chin to her throat. She angled her head back to grant him better access. He nipped her skin down to the tops of her breasts, and then bathed them with his tongue.

“My beautiful Eva. I can’t get enough of you.”

She mewled in response. Digging her fingers into his shoulders, she guided him from one round breast to the other. He bit into her nipple through the cloth of her shirt, wetting the fabric. Spurred on by her moan, he lapped at her stiff peaks until the cloth molded to her body.

She wrapped her thighs around him and locked her heels on his spine. “Come to me, Mason. I need to feel you moving within me. Making this feel real.”

“It’s real. I’m here, exactly where I want to be.” He surged upward and claimed her lips in a sucking kiss. He drove his tongue into her mouth, gathering the flavors of cookie dough and the venison stew they’d shared for dinner.

His cock bulged against her heat and he rocked his hips, grinding. She hissed her pleasure and he continued sliding his cock against her pussy. She rode him, moaning as he pulled back. He trapped her face between his hands and watched her eyes hood as he drove her higher.

“Feels good, baby?”

“Mmm.”

“What if I take off these pants?” He knelt before her and drew her sweats over her glorious hips and off. Abandoning them on the floor, he turned back to find her wearing simple black panties. Through the cloth, the outline of her labia was visible.

“Fuck, baby, that’s so hot. Let me taste.” He dove between her thighs and licked her moist seam through the thin silk. He located her hardened pearl and pressed it into her body with the tip of his tongue.

She dug her nails lightly into his scalp and forced him against her harder. “God, I need your mouth on my pussy, Mason.”

He froze. She’d never spoken so boldly.

Leaning away, he studied her for a heartbeat. Maybe this was the opportunity she needed—the freedom to speak and command him. If she did, what would she say?

Her passions were heightened by the idea of being told what to do. He nuzzled her inner thighs. “Tell me what you want.”

Her eyes flashed. “Lick my pussy.”

He ran his tongue over her panties. “Like this?”

She reached between her legs and pulled the fabric aside, exposing her juicy sex. “Like this.”

He worked his tongue deep into her folds and she bucked wildly, barely containing her noises. He reached up and covered her mouth with his hand. She nipped his fingers and he groaned against her flesh, lapping at her pussy with more vigor.

Around his hand, she whispered. “Deeper.”

He thrust his tongue into her channel, tasting her hot moisture. Her walls trembled around him. Using his free fingers, he pulled back the hood of her clit and stroked her core. Again and again he strummed her.

Her muscles tensed and she lifted her hips off the bed.

He withdrew his hand from her mouth and she urged him on. “Kiss it, Mason. Kiss my clit.”

With a groan, he opened his mouth over her button, applying the scantest of pressure. She lost control, raking her hands over his shoulders and the back of his head.

When he sucked her nubbin into his mouth, she jerked, stiffened and came. Her body pulsated on his tongue and he gripped her hips, holding her in place as the release pulled long, hushed moans from her.

He continued to flick her straining flesh with his tongue until she gave a last shudder. Then, slowing, he raised his head and pressed a kiss to her mound. Looking up the length of her body, his heart squeezed at the sight of her. Tousled. Undone.
Mine.

He pulled off her panties and threw them aside. Her shirt followed. She wore a cotton bra that was as sexy as any lace he’d ever seen. Her skin was golden against the white cloth. The tips of her breasts were darkened where he’d wet them with his mouth.

A shudder ripped through him and he nearly came unhinged. He pinched the head of his cock hard to regain control.

She stared up at him, her pink lips parted. “Slide into me, Mason. I need to feel you.”

When he didn’t move fast enough, she sat up and caught his jeans in her teeth. With a flick of her head, she opened his fly. Watching her slide down the zipper with her teeth was a sight that would live in his mind forever.

Fists clenched, he struggled to hold back. Everything in him screamed to take control but this was her house, her rules, her perfect night. Maybe if he gave her free rein, she’d open up to him and ultimately give him what he wanted, which was her love.

It had worked that way with him, right?

He tumbled into the rumpled covers and gazed up at her. “Do what you want with me.”

Surprise shivered over her features. She stretched her mouth into an O, and then shut it. A gleam lit her espresso eyes. Her nipples stood out beneath her bra and he ached to touch them.

Seeing his gaze on her breasts, she smiled. “You wanna see them? Play with them?”

He pressed his lips together, fighting not to take over. He nodded.

She reached behind her back and unclasped her bra. It fell away to reveal her turgid peaks, the tips dark rose with need. As he looked on, she drew off her last garment and then cupped her heavy breasts on her palms. “You like these?” She compressed them, creating deep cleavage. Then, holding his eyes, she dipped her tongue to one hard nipple.

Shock tore through him, and on its heels, desire unlike any he’d known. He couldn’t stop the groan from rumbling out. He zeroed in on her wet, pink tongue swirling over her straining bud.

“And this?” She lapped at the other only briefly, but it was long enough to nearly send him over the edge. His precious control was slipping through his fingers as if it were a handful of sand.

She released her breasts and they fell naturally, jiggling in a way that almost drove him mad. His breath came faster and his cock throbbed, feeling as if it would burst the confines of its skin.

With a secretive smile, she stripped him. Shirt, jeans, boxers. Boots and socks. All of it hit the floor with a whisper and a thump. Before he could draw breath, she was scraping her nails lightly down his chest to his abs, and then lower, brushing the edges of his groin as she continued down to his thighs. He held his breath and counted to ten. He was still on the verge of explosion. He began to count again.

Then without warning, she leaned over him and captured his length between her hot breasts.

He bit off a growl. “Fuck!”

“Oh, I intend to, babe.” She clasped her globes together and moved so his shaft slipped through the channel she’d created. Fires raged in his groin and his balls couldn’t be any bluer. Just weeks ago he’d been practically coming in his pants at the sound of her tires. Now she was seriously tipping him over the edge.

When he thought it could get no harder to gain control, she licked the head of his cock. Juices strung between her mouth and his body. He pinched his eyes shut to avoid the sight. Either that or risk blowing. Soon he felt her tongue in the depression of his swollen head and he snapped his eyes open again.

“God, Eva. I want you.”

“Shh. No talking.”

He bit into his lip ruthlessly. Lust raced through his body, an all-consuming fire. He reached for her, sliding his palms down her bare spine. Her skin was silk, each curve torment.

She pulled off her panties and straddled him. The touch of her bare, wet pussy stole all thought. He gave himself up to her whims, determined to let her have her way in hope that she’d give up her heart.

* * * * *

Eva gazed down at the man she’d spent countless hours loving this way and finally admitted to herself that she wanted it to be forever. His swollen shaft bulged against her sex and she chafed her folds back and forth over him.

She ached to feel him inside her. But she wanted to extend his pleasure the way he always did hers. Reaching behind herself and between their bodies, she located his ball sac. Cradling it gently, she rolled the flesh back and forth.

Ecstasy crossed his handsome face. She ground her pussy against his cock and fondled his sac until pre-come oozed from the purple tip of his shaft.

“Want more? Want me to lick them?”

He grunted. Taking that as agreement, she traveled down his body, positioning her mouth over his sac. When she leaned in and delivered a wet, open-mouthed kiss, he bucked his hips upward.

Turned-on beyond belief, she continued her exploration of his body. Mouthing one side, then the other, running her tongue between the two to the flat spot beneath. She pressed the point of her tongue into this sensitive and uncharted spot.