Chapter 28: Anal Pleasure

JAMIE

I groaned, hearing the creak of my bedroom door opening, but didn’t lift my head from my downy pillow or even open my eyes.

I knew it was Carmen coming in for the details of last night’s dinner.

I hadn’t seen her when I got home, but from the few messages I’d sent her on the ride home with Jake, she knew the night wasn’t a good one.

“Ugh, can we please do this later?” I’d rolled onto my tummy, both arms under the pillow. “I’m not ready to talk just yet.”

“I’d rather do this now.”

I heard the gruff voice and my eyes snapped open in surprise.

It wasn’t even that light out, but my head still hurt.

I’m never drinking again.

I sat up and held the sheets against my body.

Mason stood by the end of the bed, all sexy suit and tie and shaven face. I could smell the aftershave that I had grown familiar with.

“Mason. You’re here.” I smoothed my nest of bed hair back from my face.

I must look totally ridiculous right now.

“I’m guessing Carmen let you in?”

“Happily.” He removed his navy check jacket, showing me just how tightly fitted his shirt was.

The man is never boring with his outfit choices.

“I didn’t know you were coming by.” I reached across to my dresser and picked up my phone, only to find that there was no message from him. “You didn’t call or text.”

“I didn’t want to text. I wanted to talk.”

Mason hung his suit jacket over the back of the crushed gray fabric chair in the corner of my room.

“You didn’t come by last night.”

“Well, after the restaurant, I wasn’t sure you even wanted me to.” I leaned back against the headboard of my bed, with my legs bent at the knees. “Besides, I was tired.”

“I waited up for you.”

Mason sat down on the edge of the bed. It wasn’t long before he noticed the empty wineglass on my bedside table.

“Were you drinking alone last night, Jamie?”

The corners of my lips quirked up. “Yes. Just me. I guess I was having a pity party.”

After coming back I’d been feeling mighty sorry for myself. I spent my night drinking alone, which of course made me feel worse.

This woman is her own worst nightmare!

The guilt of hurting Ryan the way I did is what I should be feeling.

He acted the way he did last night because of the way I treated him.

“Pity party.” He raised a dark eyebrow at me. “You’re still feeling pity over the guy, despite the way he acted.”

“Ryan. His name is Ryan, Mason. And he acted the way he did because of me. Bringing him back to his apartment last night was something I needed to do.”

I crossed my arms over my chest, pushing my breasts up.

I didn’t have as much of a chest as some of Mason’s women. Jen, for example—humongous tits on that one.

But mine were a good enough size. Enough for his big hands.

And boy, did that man like a pair of tits.

Now it was obvious that he hated that I’d brought Ryan home last night.

When he opened his mouth, I expected something far worse to come out than what actually did.

I expected a war. But I didn’t get one.

“Okay, then. I suppose if you felt like you had to, then who am I to stand in your way?”

Well, I’ll be damned.

He’s given up some control to me. Allowed me to make that decision and not put up a fight.

We are supposed to be casual, and yet it’s always seemed more than that.

“I appreciate that.”

Pressing the button on the phone again, I saw the time.

“That meeting with Mr. Blair is soon. He didn’t cancel it after last night?”

“An hour gives us plenty of time.”

His mischievous grin spread as he moved the sheet down slowly and revealed my cute pajamas underneath.

“Plenty of time for?” I pulled my bottom lip between my teeth. I wanted to hear him say it, wanted to hear the words.

Mason’s hand moved up my thigh, causing me to shiver.

He lowered my pajama pants and panties and rubbed my wet slit before pushing two fingers inside me.

Oh God, there it is!

That incomparable feeling.

He moved closer to me on the bed, between my legs, while he continued to move his fingers.

“Do you like that, Jamie? You like being pleasured first thing in the morning, don’t you?”

All he got in reply was a panted “Yes.”

When that man fucked me with his fingers, he didn’t hold back—there was no stopping if the pleasure was too much.

He wanted to see my expressions amid pure ecstasy, wanted to watch as I lost control.

Mason removed his fingers and rubbed the juices along the folds of my opening.

He leaned forward, his body over mine, his lips on mine soon enough.

I could feel every bit of his bulge against the seams of his suit pants.

His hands moved down my legs and gripped my ass firmly.

“Have you ever had a cock up that tight ass of yours?”

As much as I tried, I couldn’t stop the look of shock from spreading across my face. A cock up the ass? I shook my head.

He undid the buttons of his perfectly ironed shirt. His sculpture of a body came into sight.

Now his shirt made its way down his arms and he threw it to the floor.

“I’ll go slow. Since you’re a virgin to anal.”

Just like that. This was going to happen. Without me saying a word.

He’s made so many exceptions for me... it’s my turn to make one for him.

Anyway, if any dick is going to be up my ass, I want it to be his.

***

I was turned around on all fours, bare and ready for what was coming next.

In front of me was my headboard. Behind me was him, hard and lubed up.

~Please be gentle.~

I’d heard horror stories about anal sex, mostly from Carmen—that’s why I’d avoided it at all costs.

But there was no avoiding Mason Knight when he had a sexual idea in mind.

Mason placed a hand on my lower back and moved one down to my ass, squeezing a handful of flesh.

“Trust me, Jamie, you’re going to enjoy this.”

His tip pressed against my hole and I instantly felt the cold sensation of the lube.

The anticipation was killing me. I wanted to feel the pain already—that’s what I imagined I’d be feeling a lot of.

His hand was on my lower back as I took him in, nice and slow, just like he’d told me.

“Does it hurt?” he asked as he moved in and out of me.

My anus had stretched itself out enough to accommodate him, but I was still feeling the sting.

“A bit! I can take it.”

So far I could. The hardest part, I imagined, was getting it in there, and we’d accomplished that.

I would rather be looking at him when he’s fucking me—the beads of sweat on his forehead, the face he makes in the midst of pleasure.

That’s what turns me on.

Still, knowing that his cock was in my ass gave me a thrill.

“It feels fucking amazing for me.”

He thrust in and out, hitting my spot and giving me a pleasure I didn’t expect.

Mind-blowing!

Mason released a deep grunt.

“Your asshole is so, so tight, just like that perfect pussy of yours.”

He was in the zone just like always.

“Oh God, Mason…”

“Tell me how much you like it, Jamie.”

He reached a hand around, cupping a breast, and squeezed.

“Tell me how much you like my cock in your ass.”

“I love it! I love having you inside of me,” I gasped, the pleasure so much that I could barely form the words. “More!”

More was exactly what he gave me.

After who knew how long, I fell down onto the mattress, my head resting on my pillow.

My cheeks were flushed, and I was breathless after the fucking of my life.