Chapter 70
Mason and Wendy (Earlier in the day)
Mason leaned against a tree, pretending to scroll through his phone, but his eyes kept drifting back to Wendy. She stood near the campfire, laughing as she talked to Alexa and Lily, her skin sun-kissed and her hair forever falling down her back just the way he liked it. Her denim shorts hugged her legs just right, and the oversized t-shirt she wore was stuck on the waistband of her shorts, revealing just enough to make his stomach tighten.
He should've been thinking about something elseâanything elseâbut his mind kept replaying their night at the stream. The way the moonlight reflected off the water, how her breath had hitched when he brushed wet strands of hair from her face, the way she looked at himâlike he was the only thing she saw.
Wendy tucked a strand of hair behind her ear as she laughed, and Mason felt that familiar pull in his chest. He wasn't supposed to want her like this, but damn, he couldn't stop.
Wendy turned her head slightly, mid-conversation, and caught Mason staring. Her laughter faded, and her brows knit together as if she were annoyed, but the telltale flush creeping up her neck betrayed her. Mason felt a rush of something light and stupidly giddy flood his chest. She was blushing.
Wendy rolled her eyes, looking away as if she could pretend she hadn't noticed, but he saw the way she shifted on her feet, suddenly more aware of herself. He smirked, biting back a chuckle. She was trying so hard to seem unaffected, to act like his attention didn't rattle herâbut it did.
God, she was cute when she was grumpy.
Wendy crossed her arms and muttered something under her breath, clearly irritated, which only made Mason's smirk widen.
Gabriel watched Mason from where he stood a few feet away, arms crossed, a slow smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. Mason was so obvious it was almost embarrassingâthe way his gaze kept straying toward Wendy, the dopey little grin on his face whenever she so much as frowned in his direction. It was painful to watch, really.
After a few more moments of silent observation, Gabriel finally spoke up, voice dripping with amusement.
"You want me to grab you a notebook?" he asked. "You could doodle little hearts around your and Wendy's name?"
Mason threw his head back and laughed, but Gabriel wasn't done.
"Or maybe you'd rather carve it into a tree. 'Mason + Wendy forever'âreal old-school romance," he said.
"She'd slit my throat," Mason muttered, shifting his weight as if that would somehow make him look less like a fool over a thug in cutoff shorts.
Gabriel just grinned wider, shaking his head. "You gonna start writing her love poems next? Serenade her by the fire?"
Mason huffed, dragging a hand down his face. "She will definitely kill me then."
Gabriel chuckled, "That's fine. As long as you don't cry if she punches you first."
"You're enjoying this way too much," Mason shook his head.
Gabriel grinned, clapping him on the shoulder. "Oh, absolutely." He leaned in, dropping his voice. "JDoes your sister know that you're messing around with her best friend?"
Mason's attention shifted to Lily. "I'm sure she does. I don't think Wendy hides anything from her."
Before Gabriel could answer, his eyes caught sight of Wendy turning on her heels and heading straight for them.
"Here comes the bride, all dressed in white," he hummed under his breath. Then, without another word, he turned on his heel, sauntering off with that signature lazy confidence, leaving Mason to fend for himself.
Mason barely had a second to brace himself before Wendy's voice rang out behind him.
"Would you quit staring at me like that in public?"
He turned slowly, schooling his face into something innocentâlike he hadn't just been caught red-handed. "Like what?"
Wendy's arms were crossed, her sharp gaze locked onto him, but the pink still dusting her cheeks made his stomach flip in a way he really wished it wouldn't.
"Like you want everyone to know what we did," she snapped.
Mason smirked, tilting his head. "Maybe I do."
Her eyes narrowed. "I swear to God, Masonâ"
He held up his hands in surrender, biting back a laugh. "Alright, alright, I'll be subtle about it next time."
Wendy let out a frustrated huff, glaring at him for another second before spinning on her heel and stomping away.
Mason watched her go, his smirk lingering.
Yeah. He was definitely in trouble.
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The trail to the waterfall was uneven, lined with thick roots and scattered rocks, but Mason barely noticed. His focus kept drifting to Wendy, who was walking beside him, arms crossed, chin tilted just slightly upward in that familiar defiant way. She was trying to look annoyedâlike he was some unwelcome presence she was just toleratingâbut she wasn't fooling him.
If she really wanted to ditch him, she would've surged ahead, walking beside Alexa or Lily. Instead, she stayed right here, close enough that their arms nearly brushed when the path narrowed. Mason smirked to himself, taking his time matching her pace, letting the silence stretch between them before finally breaking it.
"Who did you say we're interviewing next on our list?" he asked, casually kicking a small rock off the path.
Wendy sighed, as if even discussing this was a chore. "Some retired couple who've been married for, like, fifty years. They met in high school and have been together ever since."
Mason raised an eyebrow. "And let me guessâyou hate it already?"
"Obviously," Wendy deadpanned. "It's predictable. Boring. I mean, what's so special about two people deciding to tolerate each other for decades?"
Mason huffed a laugh, shaking his head. "You really don't get it, do you?"
She shot him a look. "Oh, please, enlighten me."
He shoved his hands into his pockets, eyes fixed ahead as he walked. "Love isn't about tolerating someone. It's about finding that one person who makes everythingâlife, the stupid little moments, even the hard partsâbetter just by being there. It's real. It's worth something."
Wendy scoffed, but Mason didn't miss the way her fingers curled slightly at her sides, like she wasn't sure how to respond.
"You're wrong," she muttered, kicking at the dirt.
Mason just smiled, nudging her arm playfully. "Nah. You just don't wanna admit I'm right."
"Don't touch me," Wendy scowled as their arms touched.
Mason's grin only widened at Wendy's scowl, undeterred by her warning. "Oh, come on," he teased, sidestepping so their shoulders brushed again, just lightly. "Admit itâyou secretly love all this romantic stuff."
Wendy huffed, swatting his arm away like he was an annoying fly. "I don't love anything about it," she snapped, quickening her pace. "And I definitely don't love you invading my personal space."
Mason just chuckled, easily keeping up with her. "Sure, keep telling yourself that." He nudged her again, this time more playful, causing her to stumble slightly on the uneven path.
She spun around, eyes narrowed and lips pressed into a thin line. "Do you have a death wish or something?"
"Maybe," Mason said, feigning deep thought. "Or maybe I just like seeing you all riled up. Brings color to your cheeksâreal cute."
Wendy's cheeks flamed, but she masked it with an exaggerated eye roll. "You're disgusting."
"You weren't saying that last night," he smirked, his voice light.
Wendy's breath hitched, her steps faltering for half a second before she caught herself. She turned sharply toward him, eyes blazing with irritationâor maybe something else. "Excuse me?"
Mason grinned, knowing exactly what he was doing. "What?" he said innocently. "Didn't seem like you had a problem with me when we wereâ"
She slapped a hand over his mouth before he could finish that sentence. "Shut. Up."
Mason's laugh rumbled against her palm, and she jerked her hand back like she'd been burned, scowling.
"You're such an idiot," she grumbled, marching ahead.
Mason jogged to catch up, still grinning. "Hey, I'm just saying, if I'm disgusting, then what does that make you? You're the one whoâ"
"Finish that sentence and I swear I'll push you off the damn trail," Wendy snapped, jabbing a finger at him.
Mason barely hesitated. Before Wendy could pull her hand away, he leaned down, catching her pointed finger between his lips and biting downâjust lightly, just enough to make her gasp.
Wendy went completely still.
Her breath hitched, her belly clenching so suddenly it sent a hot flush through her entire body. She stared at him, utterly speechless, as his teeth grazed her skin before he finally let go, his smirk widening when he saw the stunned look on her face.
"Oh?" Mason drawled, tilting his head. "What's this, baby? You look a little flustered."
Wendy blinked rapidly, trying to find words, but her brain had short-circuited.
Mason took a step closer, grinning like he'd just uncovered a secret. "Don't tell me that turned you on?" His voice was pure, smug amusement.
Wendy's entire body snapped back into motion. "Iâshut up!" she sputtered, shoving him hard in the chest.
Mason barely stumbled, laughing as he grabbed her wrist and pulled her closer.
"You're turned on?" He whispered in her ear, his voice mocking and teasing her the way he had the night before. Every word he spoke made Wendy's belly tighten further. "Yeah? You want my fingers in you again, sweet girl?"
Wendy's breath left her in a sharp exhale, her entire body going rigid as Mason's words sent a jolt of heat straight through her. Her stomach clenched so hard it was almost painful, but she refused to let him see how easily he could unravel her.
Her fingers curled into a fist against his chest, but she didn't shove him away this time. Instead, she lifted her chin, her glare cutting despite the warmth spreading through her. "You're insufferable," she bit out, voice almost steadyâalmost.
Mason just grinned, eyes dark with amusement as he leaned in a fraction closer. "And yet, you're still standing right here, wishing I would put you in your place," he murmured.
Wendy sucked in a breath, hating the way her pulse skipped. Hating the way he could do this to her with just a few words, a single touch.
She needed distance. Now.
With a sharp yank, she pulled free from his grip, her face burning as she turned on her heel.
"I hope you trip and fall off this damn trail," she threw over her shoulder, stalking ahead.
Mason chuckled, not even bothering to chase her this time. He knewâknewâshe'd be thinking about his words for the rest of the hike.
And he was perfectly fine with that.
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The group arrived at the waterfall to the sound of rushing water crashing against the rocks, the mist cooling the warm air around them. Excitement buzzed through everyone as they hurried toward the edge of the crystal-clear pool, kicking off their shoes and peeling off their layers in anticipation of the refreshing water.
Lily, however, hung back, perched on a smooth rock as she caught her breath. Her chest rose and fell in deep, steadying gulps of air, her face slightly pale from the long hike. Wendy glanced at her but didn't say anything, knowing Lily would brush off any concern.
Around them, their friends were already splashing into the water, laughing and shoving each other as they adjusted to the cool temperature. Wendy reached for the hem of her shirt, ready to strip down to her swimsuit, but her hands froze.
Hickies.
The ones she had nearly forgotten about. The ones Mason given her.
Her fingers clenched around the fabric before she slowly let go, keeping her shirt firmly in place. Without a word, she walked straight into the water, welcoming the shock of the cold against her skin.
Mason, who had been watching from a few feet away, frowned slightly. He was hoping to see her bikini. But Wendy jumped into the water with her shirt on, leaving him feeling disappointed. With a sigh, he followed her in.
The water lapped at their waists as Wendy waded in deeper, her arms crossing loosely over her stomach as if shielding herself. Mason swam up beside her, letting the cool water smooth over his skin.
"Not even gonna try and dunk me?" he teased, his voice light, testing the waters in more ways than one.
Wendy shot him a sidelong glance, her lips pressing together before she rolled her eyes. "I'm conserving my energy," she muttered.
Mason hummed, watching her carefully. She wasn't looking at him, and that only made him more curious. But instead of pushing, he just smirked.
"Sure you are," he said, tilting his head toward the waterfall. "Race you there."
That got her attention. Wendy exhaled sharply, then finally turned to him, an almost reluctant smirk forming. "You're gonna lose."
Mason grinned. "We'll see about that."
And with that, they took off through the water.
Wendy surged through the water with powerful strokes, her determination propelling her forward. The cold wrapped around her, but the rush of competition burned hot in her veins. She reached the waterfall first, her fingers brushing against the slick rock just as she twisted around to find Mason still a few strokes behind.
She grinned triumphantly, pushing her wet hair out of her face. "Told you," she called out, her breath coming fast.
Mason reached her seconds later, his dark hair dripping as he slicked it back with one hand. His chest rose and fell with his heavy breaths, droplets of water gliding over the sharp angles of his collarbones and down the hard ridges of his stomach.
Wendy swallowed hard, suddenly hyper-aware of how effortlessly good he lookedâhow the muscles in his arms flexed when he ran his fingers through his hair, how the water clung to his skin, making every line of him impossible to ignore.
Her body reacted before her mind could shut it down. A warmth curled low in her belly, tightening her chest, making her want to move closer. The feeling was ridiculous, unwelcome, and impossible to ignore.
Mason must have caught something in her expression because his smirk returned, slow and knowing. He floated a little closer, his eyes gleaming with mischief.
"What's wrong, sweetheart?" he drawled, his voice teasing but his gaze sharp. "Feeling a little hot?"
Wendy's jaw clenched. "You're so full of yourself," she muttered, shoving him backward to create distanceânot because she was annoyed, but because if she didn't, she might do something reckless.
Mason let himself drift back, laughing. "I'm just saying... if you're gonna stare at me like that, at least own it."
Wendy scoffed, her heart hammering. "I wasn't staring."
Mason raised a brow. "Liar."
Wendy turned sharply, swimming toward the cluster of rock formations to escape the smug grin on his faceâand, more importantly, the way her body still hummed for him.
But Mason followed her.
As she pulled herself up onto a rock, he grabbed her ankle, his warm fingers wrapping around her cool skin. She looked back as he placed his hands on her waist and helped her up onto the rocks.
Wendy stiffened at the touch, her breath catching for half a second before she could stop it. Mason's hands were firm yet careful, his fingers pressing just enough to steady her but not enough to hold her there. The heat of his palms burned through the wet fabric of her shirt, sending an unwelcome shiver up her spine.
Once she was balanced on the rock, she quickly scooted forward, putting space between them.
"I could've gotten up myself," she muttered, brushing water off her arms as if that would somehow rid her of the lingering feel of his hands.
Mason smirked, pulling himself closer to the rocks until Wendy's feet were pressed against his chest. "Yeah, but then I wouldn't have an excuse to touch you."
Wendy shot him a glare, but it lacked its usual bite. Her body was still traitorously aware of him, and staring down at him as he swam by her legs only made it worse. When Wendy tried to pull her feet up, Mason hands shot up and held them in place.
"Wh-what are you doing?" Wendy asked, her voice unsteady.
"What I wouldn't give for you to open your legs for me right now," Mason grinned.
"Mason-"
"I think you need some matching hikies between your thighs," as Mason spoke, his hands slid up her calves.
Wendy's belly flipped, her entire body locking up as Mason's fingers traced slow, deliberate paths up her legs. The cool water lapped at her skin, but it did nothing to cool the heat curling low in her stomach.
Her hands shot out, gripping the rough edge of the rock beneath her as she struggled to keep her voice steady.
"You're never doing that to me every again," she muttered, but it lacked any real venom. "You're crazy."
Mason's grin deepened, his thumbs pressing just a little firmer against her damp skin.
"Am I?" he mused. "Because from where I'm sitting, you're not exactly stopping me."
Wendy swallowed hard, trying to ignore the way her pulse pounded at the base of her throat. Her thighs twitched, but Mason held steady, his touch teasing, coaxing.
"Mason," she warned, but it came out weaker than she intended.
He hummed, fingertips just barely skimming the sensitive skin behind her knees. "Say the word and I'll stop."
Wendy clenched her jaw, forcing herself to snap out of whatever daze he had trapped her in. With a sharp breath, she kicked her foot free and flicked water at his face, making him flinch.
Mason barked out a laugh, rubbing a hand down his soaked cheek. "Okay, okay," he grinned, shaking his head. "I get it. You're shy."
Wendy scowled, her face burning hotter than ever. "I hate you," she muttered, but the way she refused to meet his gaze only made Mason's smirk widen.
"Liar," he teased, before grabbing her ankles and pulling her back into the water.
Wendy gasped as she plunged into the water, her body momentarily weightless. Mason grabbed her waist and pinned her against the wet smooth rocks, his lowerhalf pressing her back to keep her from squirming.
Wendy sucked in a sharp breath, her hands shooting up to press against his chest as the cold water clung to their skin. Her pulse pounded in her ears, but it wasn't just from the sudden impactâit was from him. His body against hers, firm and unyielding, his hands gripping her waist like he belonged there.
"Mason," she breathed, her fingers curling slightly against his slick skin.
He leaned in, his breath warm against her ear despite the cool mist from the waterfall. "You see that cave behind the water fall?" he asked, voice slow and deliberate.
Wendy's eyes flickered to the dark space and she slowly nodded.
"Make an excuse and meet me there," Mason said.
"Are you out of your min-"
"Do it," Mason's hand tightened around her waist, his fingers digging into her. "Or else..."
"Or else what?" Wendy narrowed her eyes.
"Or else I'll fuck you right here in front of everyone," Mason smirked. "And seeing how you're already trying to grind on me, I know you won't mind."
Wendy's belly clenched and her eyes widened. She hadn't even realized her body's betrayal. She was pressing up against him, seeking out his hard body beneath the water.
"I'll give you ten minutes" Mason said, lowering his hand and squeezing her ass before giving her a light smack.
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Wendy swam fastâfaster than she ever had beforeâkeeping as much distance between herself and Mason as humanly possible. Every time he tried to close the gap, she veered off like he was some predatory alligator lurking beneath the water. Her strokes were sharp, deliberate, and every time she surfaced for air, she shot him a glare that only made his grin widen.
"Sweetheart," Mason called, voice rich with amusement. "You do realize you're running out of time, right?
"Don't call me that," she snapped, keeping her strokes even as she put more distance between them.
Mason chuckled, effortlessly gliding through the water, making it all look frustratingly easy. "You're swimming away like I've got my mouth open and I'm about to take a bite out of you."
Wendy swore under her breath, kicking harder as Mason lazily swam in her direction. She wasn't going to let him corner her again.
"Stay away from me. I mean it," she shot back, her cheeks burning as she remembered his teeth grazing her finger earlier.
Mason smirked, floating on his back as he watched her. "Tick Tok tick tok tick tok."
Wendy splashed water at him before quickly darting in the opposite direction. Mason let out a full laugh, shaking his head as he started after her again.
Just then Jake declared he wanted to climb to the top of the waterfall. Wendy stared at him as he headed up the rocky path. Alexa followed him, holding her towel around herself as she shivered from the change in temperature.
Lily, uninterested in any more climbing or hiking, continued to swim lazily in the pool. She was graceful like a beautiful mermaid, her dark hair flowing behind her like wings. Every time she turned, the sunlight caught the water droplets on her face, making her shimmer like a woodland creature.
Wendy stared at Lily before shifting her gaze to Gabriel who sat by the rock, his eyes glued on her best friend like his life depended on it. Wendy shook her head. She wanted to throw something at him and shout that it was too late for him to be making those eyes at Lily. But of course, Mason had other plans in mind.
"I think there's a cave behind the waterfall," he announced, grinning from ear to ear. "You wanna go see that, Lil?"
What the hell is he doing? Wendy narrowed her eyes.
That was supposed to be their cave.
What? Are you crazy? Wendy snapped at herself for the sudden and alarming thought that popped into her head. Our cave? Get it together!
Cross the pool of water, Mason eyed her, his gaze full of mischief. Wendy's eyes narrowed farther as she turned away, her chest burning.
"I like the water," Lily sighed. "Please stop trying to get me to hike."
A small bit of pressure that had made itself home inside Wendy's chest lessened by Lily's answer. She laughed at herself for the way her mind seemed to be spiraling.
God, she hated that cocky bastard.
Swimming to the rocky ledge, Wendy pulled herself up and looked over her shoulder.
"You coming, Mason?" She asked, holding his gaze and placing her hands on her hips.
"Yes, dear," Mason said, a sly smirk on his lips.
Wendy didn't wait around. She stepped carefully through the water, her eyes locked on the misty veil of the waterfall ahead. She could feel the chill of the water against her skin, but it did nothing to distract her from the lingering, almost uneasy thoughts in her head.
Wendy could hear Mason's footsteps behind her, the sound of his approach making her pulse quicken. Stop it, Wendy, she silently scolded herself, feeling ridiculous for reacting so strongly to a guy who could barely take anything seriously.
She glanced over her shoulder, and there he was, smirking as usual, his expression full of that cocky arrogance that made her blood boil. She glared at him, the weight of her frustration growing heavier with every passing second.
Wendy didn't wait for him to catch up. She was already moving forward. As she stepped into the cool, shadowed interior of the cave, she couldn't shake the feeling that no matter how fast she moved, Mason was always going to be right on her heels. She looked over her shoulder once more to shoot him a poisonous glare.
But just as she did so, Mason grabbed her upper arm and yanked her to toward himself.
"What did you say earlier?" He questioned, his mouth against Wendy's ear as she gasped from the impact of colliding with his body. "Did you tell me to stop calling you sweetheart?"
Wendy tried to yank her arm back but Mason didn't budge. He twisted her wrists and pinned them behind her back as he walked her to the cave's wall and caged her against the smooth rocks.
"And why are you glaring at me like that?" Mason asked, his eyes roaming over Wendy's face as her breathing labored. "You're going to play nice from now on. Got it?"
Wendy's breath hitched, her pulse hammering against her ribs as Mason's grip tightened around her wrists. The cave walls felt cool against her overheated skin, but nothing could douse the fire spreading through her body at his commanding tone.
She should be furious. She was furious. But beneath the anger, tangled up in the sharp sting of frustration, was something elseâsomething that left her feeling completely out of her element.
A shiver ran down her spine as Mason's words curled around her, low and unyielding. You're going to play nice from now on. Got it?
Wendy should have snapped back at him. She should have spat something sharp and cutting to wipe that arrogant smirk off his face. But instead, her breath came out shallow, and her knees felt just a little too weak.
Her mind rebelled against the realization, but her body betrayed her, her chest rising and falling with each unsteady inhale. She hated the way her stomach twisted, the way her skin burned where his fingers pressed into her. And most of all, she hated this side of himâhis ability to hold her still, to command her attention, to scold her and leave her wanting moreâmade something deep inside her tighten with undeniable attraction.
Her heart pounded as Mason's fingers flexed around her wrists, his body pressing just close enough that she could feel the heat radiating off him. Wendy clenched her jaw, fighting the urge to shift, to test just how firmly he had her trapped.
"What's wrong, sweetheart?" Mason's voice was a velvet tease, dripping with amusement. His lips hovered near her ear, his breath fanning against her skin. "I thought you hated me."
Wendy did. She definitely did.
But then why did her body feel like it was hanging on his every word?
"Look at you," Mason grinned. "So speechless.....so stunning.....so wet."
Wendy's head began to spin. She hated those green eyes with a burning passion, she told herself. But even she knew that was a lie.
Her body began to arch off the cave's wall. Her gaze dropped from Mason's eyes to his mouth. Her breathing labored and the need to kiss him overpowered everything else on her mind.
"Take off your shirt," Mason said, his hand loosening around her wrist. He stepped back just enough to give her space to grab the hem of her shirt and pull it over her head.
Wendy felt goosebumps rise on her skin as she dropped the shirt to the floor and peered up at Mason. His gaze tracked up her legs, around her hips and over her chest. He licked his lips and a tortuous smile crossed his lips.
"Fuck, sunshine," he said, drawing out the word, his voice suddenly low and gravely. "I was waiting for his."
Wendy swallowed and tried to take a deep breath. She shifted her weight as Mason reached out for the string of her bikini bottom.
"Why are you moving?" He asked, looking back up at her. "Did I say you can move, Princess?"
"I fuckin' hate you," Wendy said through her teeth, her eyes glaring at him.
"Yeah?" Mason laughed, pushing her back against the wall. "Aw, that's so sad. I'm so sad that you hate me."
"You...." Wendy tried to keep her voice even. "You -"
"Shut up," Mason pushed her hips back. Wendy's eyes narrowed. "What did I just say about glaring?"
Wendy's breath came out shaky, her body betraying every ounce of defiance she tried to hold onto. She could feel the cool stone pressing into her back, but it was nothing compared to the fire licking up her spine from the way Mason was looking at her. His smirk was slow, lazy, like he had all the time in the world to tease her, to unravel her inch by inch.
Her pulse thrummed in her ears as Mason's fingers toyed with the string of her bikini bottom, his knuckles brushing against her skin like a whispered promise.
"I hate you," she repeated, though her voice lacked its usual venom.
Mason tilted his head, his smirk widening. "You keep saying that," he mused, his voice thick with amusement. "But sweetheart, you don't sound very convincing."
Wendy gritted her teeth, refusing to let the way he was crowding herâowning the space between themârattle her. But then his grip tightened, firm and possessive, as he pushed her hips back against the wall again.
"I told you to stop glaring at me," he murmured, his lips a breath away from hers.
Wendy exhaled sharply, her body tense, her heartbeat an erratic drum against her ribs. Every nerve in her body was attuned to him, to the way his voice sent a shiver down her spine, to the way his hands commanded her attention like he had a right to.
She should push him away. She should slap that smug expression right off his face.
But she didn't.
Because as much as she wanted to fight himâmaybe even needed toâthere was a part of her that wanted to know what would happen if she didn't.
"Much better," Mason said as Wendy's eyes softened. He leaned in closer and brushed his lips over her, pulling her in like a magnet without letting her kiss him.
Between their wet bodies, Mason's finger pulled on the string and undid the little bow Wendy had tied for her bottoms. The fabric fell to the side without protest as his fingers brushed against Wendy's sex.
"I want to taste you," Mason gently grabbed Wendy's face and tilted her head back. "Look at me."
Wendy heard his words but her brain didn't register them. She couldn't look away from his lips. She wanted to feel them so bad. Her body burned for his touch. Her lips ran dry and she darted her tongue out to wet them.
"Hey, hey," Mason tightened his fingers, pinching her face and pulling her closer. "Look at me, Wendy. Eyes on me."
Wendy's eyes flickered up to his, meeting his gaze as he began to rub one of his fingers in between her folds.
"What?" She asked, her voice breathless.
"Open your legs," Mason said. "Sit on the floor and spread your legs."
"Right here?" Wendy swallowed.
"Right here," Mason mocked. "Yes. Right here."
"And if I don't want to?" Wendy asked despite knowing she would do anything Mason told her to do at the moment.
"Then I'm going not going to let you cum," Mason said, sucking in her bottom lip and biting down as his thumb pressed down her clit. "I only have a finger in and you're already clenching around me."
Wendy raised her hand and grabbed his wrist. She removed his hand from her face and shoved her other hand into his swimming trunks, grabbing his cock and throwing herself into his arm.
Mason chuckled, catching her with ease as she kissed him feverishly. Her body was flawless, full and curvy. Her full breasts pressed against his chest, her heartbeat loud under Mason's palm. He could feel her pulse on his finger as he toyed with her pussy.
"We'll save cake tasting for another time," Mason said as he picked her up and pressed her up against the wall.
Wendy instantly wrapped her legs around him, their wet kiss traveling up and down each others necks and shoulders. Mason lowered his swimming trunks and positioned himself against Wendy.
"You're not a virgin, right?" He paused to ask.
"You're asking me this now?" Wendy moved her hips forward impatiently. "You didn't think to find out before you shoved your whole hand inside of me last night?"
"Fuck it," Mason said as he captured her lips and pushed himself inside of her. Wendy whimpered immediately, her nails digging into his shoulders as he held her ass and rocked her forward.
"Ah, fuck," she gasped, swallowing a groan.
"I'm not even in all the way, sunshine," Mason unhooked one of her legs and placed it on his shoulder, giving himself more room to push into her pussy. Wendy unhooked her leg from around his waist and placed her foot on the wet floor, pushing herself up onto her tiptoe to make sure Mason's cock was hitting her in just the right spot.
Seeing her with one leg on the floor and the other over his shoulder, Mason grinned. He thrust into her as Wendy began to moan and whimper.
"Yoga or gymnastics?" He asked, pleased by her flexibility.
Wendy swallowed and leaned her head back to look at him, "Ballet."
"A ballerina?" Mason's grin spread.
"Once upon a time," Wendy said.
"Now that..." Mason leaned forward and pushed in as deep as he could. "I have to see."
Wendy's head rolled back as Mason's pace quickened and his thrusts came faster and faster. She moved her leg off his shoulder and turned to face the wall, pushing her hips back and spreading her legs open, ready for him to enter again.
"Next time I fuck you, I want a picture of this right here," Mason said, holding her hips with both hands and entering her again. "God damn, you're so fuckin tight. Such a tight little pussy, baby."
Wendy moved her hips, back and forth. Slowly at first as she readjusted to his size. But then her body took over and she was moving in a way she didn't even recognize herself.
"You keep doing this then I'm going to pump my cum so deep in your pussy, sweet girl," Mason said through his clenched jaw.
"Don't you fuckin' dare cum inside of me," Wendy looked back over her shoulder.
"I'll buy the plan B," Mason's mind tried to rationalize.
"Mason, no," Wendy moaned, her voice unrecognizable.
"Just shut up and let me fuck you," Mason slapped her ass. "Stop complaining or I will fill you up with my cum and you will have to walk out of his cave with it running down your legs. You want that? Is that what you want?"
"No," Wendy shook her head, her body moving back and forth to meet Mason's thrusts. She tightened her thighs to prolong the mindblowing sensation building inside of her. Mason groaned, his nails digging into her hips.
"Fuck, fuck," he hisses. "What are you doing? I thought you didn't want me to cum in you."
Wendy shook her head, unable to string together words as she clenched around him.
"Wendy?" Mason grabbed her shoulder, pulling her back as he pounded into her pussy from the back. "What are you trying to do exactly?"
"I...." Wendy lowered her hand to her sex and began to rub herself as her belly clenched and her core tightened. "I'm so close. Don't stop, Mason. Please, please, please."
"Aww, aren't you so sweet and polite now," Mason teased.
"Ah, ah, ah," Wendy shut her eyes. Mason grabbed her elbows and pulled them back, using them as leverage to push deeper and deeper into her.
"See, this is what happens when you talk to me nicely," Mason said. "Isn't this what you want?"
"Yes," Wendy whimpered in pleasure. "Yes, yes, yes."
"My sweet, sweet girl," Mason cooed in her ear. "You're so good, baby. You're doing so good. You're such a good little listener"
"Faster, Mason," Wendy pleaded.
"Ask nicely," Mason reminded her.
"Please, Mason," Wendy whispered.
Mason chuckled as he did what she asked. He fucked her pussy until she clenched around him and called out his name moments before cumming on his dick. Her legs grew limp and her arms weakened but she stayed in the same position.
Mason pulled her back, brushed the damp strands of hair off her face and kissed her face. Her cunt was wet beyond perfection. Mason continued to thrust into her as he kissed her soft lips.
"You're such a good little girl, sweetheart," he spoke against her lips, his body trembling and on the verge of losing control. "My Wendy....my baby girl....fuck, baby....fuck, fuck, fuck...."
Wendy's lungs burned for air as Mason pulled out and released all over her ass. She felt his warm cum cover her skin as he panted behind her, holding her shoulder and looking down at the masterpiece he created on her skin.
"What was that you said this morning?" Mason asked, looking up at Wendy, his brows furrowed and his head tilted to one side.
"I.....I don't remember," Wendy shook her head, her cheek pressed against the cool rock.
"I do," Mason said. "You said I couldn't touch you."
"Oh.....that," Wendy bit down on a smile.
"Yeah.....that." Mason raised his hand and smacked Wendy's perfect round ass. The sound echoed in the hollow cave along with her gasp. "You ever say shit like that again and you won't be unable to sit properly for a week."
These two...... make me blush