Page 89 of Fun and Games

"I was just wondering how many times I can make you come in half an hour." His eyes gleamed with heat.

"Do you really want to risk getting caught by the pizza guy?" I asked, then snorted and shook my head. "Sorry, I forgot I was asking Mister Exhibitionist over here."

Mason picked me up by the waist and whirled me around in circles until I was shrieking and giggling. He took us halfway across the room then landed us on the sofa, with me sitting on his lap facing him. My legs were splayed on either side of his hips as I wrapped my arms around his neck. He leaned forward and buried his face in my cleavage, pressing kisses to the tops of my breasts.

"Don't you dare motorboat me," I warned.

He sucked a nipple into his mouth through my blouse, biting down just hard enough so I could feel it through my thin cotton bra. I let out a small noise and buried my hands in the soft hair at the back of his head.

"You want to set a timer?" I asked. "We've only got thirty minutes, remember."

"I can work with that," he promised.

I hurried to unbuckle his jeans and push them down his thighs to expose the growing bulge in his boxers. I reached in and relished the hissing sound he made as I pulled out his already stiff cock.

I shimmied my hips until my panties were off and hanging from one ankle. We still had our tops on, although Mason had unbuttoned my blouse to continue mouthing at my nipples.

I lifted myself up, guiding him toward my entrance.

"Wait," he said, using a hand on my shoulder to stop me. "What about—?"

Shit. I'd gotten so caught up in the moment, I'd completely forgotten.

"Protection?" I bit my lip and thought hard as I stared into Mason's eyes.

I made a decision.

"I'm on birth control," I offered. "And there's been no one else."

"Me neither," he said, pupils widening, turning his eyes dark. "You sure?"

In response, I nestled the head between my wet folds, staying in place for long enough to enjoy Mason's impatient squirming. Then I rocked my hips and slammed down, taking him inside me all at once.

His muffled groan was delicious to my ears. I rose and fell once more, letting him leave my warmth completely then taking him deep inside again.

"Fuck, I love that tight squeeze," he grunted. "Your pussy is so hot and wet."

I tightened and released my inner muscles, flexing and clenching, milking his cock over and over again until his legs began to tremble and he started to throb inside me.

I stopped all movement. He cursed, digging his hands into my hips, urging me to continue, but I stayed perfectly still.

"Is that how you're going to play it?" he breathed. "You're going to try and tease me?"

I slowly lifted my hips, letting him slip out inch by inch, then just as slowly lowered back down until my ass met his thighs. He let out a grunt.

"I wonder how long I can keep this up?" I mused innocently. "We've got thirty whole minutes, after all."

"Fucking tease," he moaned.

I took mercy on him, rising and falling again, fucking him at a steady pace, rolling my hips in just the right way. His breathing turned heavy and labored and his cock started to twitch.

I stopped again.

"Fuck," he said through gritted teeth. "Are you trying to drive me crazy?"

I ran my hands through his hair, pushing the strands back from his forehead and leaned down to brush his lips with mine.

"Is it working?" I murmured into his mouth.