Twenty-Four Hours (2 page)

“Fuck that, Court.” Harshness ebbed in desire cut through the air. “I’m not young enough to be anything but your lover. I’ve watched you, you know. I know exactly how you want to be fucked.”

She lifted a brow, trying to keep their roles straight, but panic and need roiled inside her. “Oh really?”

“You want to be taken hard and wild, Courtney.” His voice deepened, roughened, as his hands wove through her hair, fingers pulling at the strands, releasing the tight bun she’d contained it in.

She was shocked by his words and unexpected insight. Heat raced through her veins. Her mouth grew dry while her underwear flooded.

“Come on, Courtney, I dare you to live outside your perfect little box for one day. To take what you really want, instead of denying the need exists. Let me fuck you. I am dying to be so deep inside you, to feel you squeeze so tight around me my head feels like it’ll explode. You want it too, Court. Deep down inside, where you think no one will ever look, you want me in the same way. Hard, fast and deep.”

Hell! He was tapping into her every fantasy.

She felt his lips brush hers, whispering over them in a teasing caress. Automatically she licked her lips, already imagining it. Mason holding her in place, his muscles straining against her as he fucked her like no man ever had.

“I…” She brushed her lips against his skin, tasting him on her tongue. Her knees went weak. “This is asinine, stupid. You work for me. How can we possibly go back to the office Monday morning after spending the weekend together?”

“I dropped my resignation letter off at H.R. There’s only you and me now, no office between us. I’m not a child. I want to be your lover. I need you. I need you like no man has before. I want you so much I think I’ll go mad from not being able to touch you.”

Hating not being able to see his face, not knowing if a smirk stretched his lips or genuine emotions, Courtney reached up to remove the patches, only to have his hands stop her.

“Don’t.”

Her hands fell limply to her lap. “I hate being helpless.”

“I know, honey.” He pressed a soft kiss to her temple.

“Mason, I’m forty-one years old.” More importantly, she had the body of a forty-one year old woman. Her boobs sagged slightly now, her thighs weren’t as taut as they used to be and her stomach had a definite little pooch.

“Did I ever tell you my first lover was an older woman?” he whispered, his tongue tracing the delicate shell of her ear.

“How much older?” Was that her voice? All high and breathy?

“I was nineteen. She was thirty-one.” Soft laughter brushed against her skin. “I guess you could say I’ve always had a thing for older women. They’re not needy, they know who they are and what they want. Confidence like that is a turn on.”

He clasped her head in his hands. She felt him come closer until his lips pressed against hers, sipped from them as gently as his description of the fucking was hard.

“Touch me,” he said in a soft voice. “That’s all I’m asking just touch me and let me touch you for the next twenty-four hours. Let me be with you the way I have in my dreams.”

Desire, need and something a little softer had her giving in. “Just for the next day.” She conceded to the need burning like wildfire through her veins.

She felt his nod against her skin. “Just until you throw me out.”

Somewhere in her hidden heart she wondered if she did this, would she ever want to let him go? Not when he knew what she craved and promised to fulfill all her wildest sexual dreams.

“Then, okay, we have a deal.” Her voice came out huskier than she liked, showing how little control remained.

“Not yet we don’t.” He pushed her down into the deep cushions and laid his hard body against hers. “But we’re getting there.”

He kissed her lips again, this time harder, the kiss filled with a kind of desperate yearning she’d never known.

“Mason.” She breathed his name as she felt his fingers move beneath the slinky fabric of her dress. He pushed beneath the silk of her panties to fill his hand with the wet heat beneath.

“You’re all wet for me, Courtney. It is all for me, right?” His fingers pushed through her drenched lips, gathering the slick cream there while his thumb rubbed teasing circles around her clit. So close, but never touching where she needed him the most.

Courtney panted for him, fire blazing through her just from his simple erotic touch. How much more would she burn when he finally shoved his cock deep inside her?

“I want to watch your mouth as I fuck it.”

The words were meant to shock her. Instead they only ended up ratcheting up her desire.

“I want to see those sweet pink lips wrapped around my cock as I pump into you, slowly at first, before I let you suck me in deep. Then when I can’t stand the teasing anymore I’ll take your mouth hard until you swallow every drop of my cum.”

He pulled her dress up and lifted her hips until her only cover disappeared.

Mason groaned. “Oh, honey, you have no idea the things I plan to do with this gorgeous body. I want to push your breasts together and fuck myself with them while you lick the tip of my cock.”

She shivered, easily able to picture it in her mind.

“That’s okay, Courtney, you don’t have to talk back, just yet. I’ve got enough words for both of us.”

“Mason,” she gasped at his next action.

His finger pierced inside her. One long callused finger slid deep, teasing at the sensitive tissues as the heel of his palm pressed and rotated against her clit.

Her body responded without conscience thought. Her legs widened, hips arched and a needy moan left her lips.

“That’s it, honey. I need you good and wet for what I have in mind.”

She wanted to ask, but her mouth was too busy pleading for a release Mason seemed determined to deny her.

“I knew you’d be this way. All wet and tight for me, squeezing around my finger. I bet you’d like to come but I like hearing those sweet sounds you make when I touch you just right.”

And he did hit every one of her hot spots as her breathing sped up and she started to beg as sweat coated her body. “Please, Mason, it’s too much.”

“It’ll never be too much,” he assured her while his touch grew bolder.

She could feel her pleasure flowing over his hands, her thighs and against the couch, as her hips moved following the tantalizing tease of his finger.

“Think you can handle another finger? Would you like that, Courtney? You’d feel even fuller with two of my fingers fucking you.”

Too much, too hot, too deep. Without waiting for an answer, he jerked his hand back. Then he was back two fingers spearing her, spreading her body as he stretched her muscles.

“I need to come.” She panted against his neck, feeling her body draw tighter as the need grew.

“Not yet, I want to see more. I want to hear you scream my name.” He pressed hot open-mouthed kisses against her neck. Running those talented lips across her skin until he reached her lips.

She felt his palm at the back of her head, holding her where he wanted her. His fingers rubbed at her scalp as his tongue licked at her, his lips stroking against hers.

Tunneling her own fingers into his hair, she gripped him close, fought to bring him closer, to consume him within the kiss as his hand left her hair to grip her hip and drag her closer.

“Mason, now, fuck me now,” she begged as he nipped her lips before coming back to devour her mouth.

“No,” he growled, fucking her hard and deep with his fingers only to withdraw and shove three fingers back into her slick body.

Mason couldn’t get enough of Courtney’s mouth. Easily addicted to her flavor, he lowered his head once more, watching her breath catch as a long-drawn-out moan escaped her swollen lips.

Courtney was everything he’d imagined and more. Sweet heat and fire that burned hot enough to match his own.

She was his.

His lips moved over hers as he steadily kept fingerfucking her, enjoying the sweet heat and wet grasp of her body. He pushed his tongue past her lips. An aroused growl rolled out of her throat as her hands pulled tightly against his hair. She arched into him, following the teasing lead of his fingers.

Fuck, he couldn’t believe this was finally happening. That he finally had Courtney exactly where he’d always wanted her, beneath him, practically naked, wet and begging him.

She tasted better than any of his fantasies. Like midnight walks on the beach in some tropical paradise. Her tongue met his boldly as he swept in, a growl of need building in his lungs as his lips conquered hers.

With her breasts pressed against his shirt, Mason could feel her hot little nipples poking at him. Wanting more, wanting to feel her skin to skin, he pulled his fingers from her wet haven and his tongue from her mouth.

“Wait, honey,” he said before she could protest. “I need to get rid of these clothes and grab a condom.”

Mason toed off his shoes, yanked at his socks, shed his shirt and pants in record time, barely remembering to grab the protection before he tossed his pants.

“Come here.” He lay back down on her and moaned at how right their naked bodies felt together. The little pebbles of her nipples teased him to new heights of pleasure.

He used one hand to spread her knees around his hips as he lifted her to his chest. He’d waited forever to touch her. Dreamed of it so many times, he could hardly believe it was happening. So many years he’d waited and watched now the time to wait had come to an end. She was his. She would belong to him as she’d never belonged to another. There was no way he’d ever let her walk away and into another man’s bed.

Everything about being with her felt natural. Like she’d been created to complete him and he her.

As he pushed her farther into the deep, wide cushions, he watched the rapid rise and fall of her chest. Licking her neck, he let his thumb and forefinger grip one hard bud, using enough pressure to push her limits. He thought he knew what she wanted, but needed to be sure.

As the pleasure-pain built he watched her mouth drop open, her chest falling and rising as the pleasure side of the equation built. Her desperate cry filled the room seconds before he took her mouth again, his tongue plunging deep into her mouth as he began to tear down all her barriers.

“You are so beautiful,” he whispered against her mouth before needing her flavor once more. He wanted all of her. Every ounce of control, every wall crumbled, no inhibitions left. He wanted her open and needing him.

He cupped her breasts with his hands, his fingers tugging and pulling her nipples as she started to move urgently beneath him. Her hands pulled at his head desperate to take the kiss deeper as he tried to consume her.

So close to the edge he could feel his hands trembling, Mason rose to his knees and ripped the little silk barrier away from her pussy.

Courtney lay bare before him, legs open, desire leaving her wet and ready. He’d been dying to touch her there, to open her with his fingers, to lick her pussy with his tongue. His fingers feathered over her hips before moving to the swollen flesh below, moaning at the slick cream greeting his touch.

“Mason.”

Her cry urged him on as he teased her anew, rimming the sweet opening, his touch light, testing. The feel of her pulled a moan from deep within as she lifted to him, for him. “I have to taste you.”

Reverently he watched his fingers slide through her honey syrup while his cock begged for relief. Instead he brought his fingers to his lips and licked the cream from his fingers. His whole body stiffened at the one taste.

Her body jerked as she listened to him, her head turning to follow his voice.

“I’m going to eat you up until you flood my mouth with honey,” he warned, some part of his brain understanding that without sight, Courtney needed to be told what he wanted and planned. A wicked smile curved his lips as he thought of all the other plans he had for her sexy body.

Mason moved until he lay between her thighs, his hands cupped her tight ass to lift her closer as his tongue dipped down to swipe through her juices. Gently he licked her narrow slit, followed by short laps of his tongue while the taste of her flooded his system. He could come from just eating her out.

He continued to tease her, playing out his every fantasy as she writhed beneath him. A deeper stroke, followed by a teasing glance of his tongue had her whimpering in desperate need.

While she twisted and panted her cries growing louder. Mason continued tease her, keeping her poised on the edge.

“Mason, if you don’t fuck me now…” she wailed, while her fingers tightened in his hair, pressing him closer to her wet heat.

“I could eat you all night and never get tired,” he warned her then moved his lips lower, his tongue flickering the entrance to her pussy. He speared his tongue into her tight channel as she bucked against him. He licked, stroked, thrust and teased her until he knew she’d reached the edge.

Knowing the time would never be better, Mason slid a finger though her thick juices before easing into the cleft of her ass, pushing against the tight puckered hole of her anus.

“Fuck. Mason.” The hoarse words weren’t a demand to stop. No, he heard the shocked need in her voice and his need ramped up even more.