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Violet

We make it through the entire gala without needing to make any flash exits. The night was a smashing success, though I could tell that something was weighing down on Mason.

“What’s going on in your pretty head, Angel?” Mason burrows his face into the crook of my neck, his beard drawing out goosebumps on my skin, as we ride the elevator down to our room.

I lean into his embrace. “Just wondering how you’re doing. Tonight couldn’t have been easy for you.”

“Some moments were easier than others. The good outweighed the bad. I missed a lot of the guys on the team, it was nice catching up with them again.”

“I’m glad.”

“Me too. Although there was one aspect that felt like torture.” He trails his hand to my exposed thigh while nipping at my neck.

“It was seeing Kallum again, wasn’t it? I honestly have no idea how you managed to play alongside him for so many years—” I let out a small gasp as Mason slams the ‘STOP’ button on the elevator and pushes me against the wall.

“Violet.” His voice has sunk two octaves and hell if it doesn’t light my entire body on fire. “Where are your panties?”

The only word I can manage to get out is a soft “Oh” as his fingers dip under the slit of my dress and grab my hip, moving me so I’m pressed against him.

“My dress is really tight, and I didn’t want any underwear lines so I decided?—”

“So, you decided you didn’t need them. Without telling me?” he tsks.

I stick my chin out in defiance. “Last time I checked, I don’t need your permission when it comes to what I choose to wear…or not wear for that matter.”

“My permission? No. But a man does need to know that he’s spinning his wheels talking to a bunch of dudes when he could be taking advantage of this easy access. I wouldn’t have kept us there as long as I did.”

“Well, I guess we’ll just have to make up for lost time.”

“And how should we do that?” He lifts me up slightly, hooking one of my legs around his waist, causing my dress to fall open. A wicked glint flashes in his eyes before they trail down my body.

“You’re pretty creative, I’m sure you’ll think of something.”

He presses his lips onto mine gently, pulling back when I try to deepen the kiss. He moves his tongue down my neck and nips at the one spot that always draws out a moan from me. I need him. All of him. Uninhibited and wild. I’m panting and desperate in a matter of minutes.

“Mason, stop teasing me. Please.”

“You mean how you teased me all night wearing this dress? Or how you forgot to mention the fact that you were bare underneath it?”

“That’s not fair. You needed a distraction. I was helping you.”

“Is that so?” His hand releases the leg hooked around his waist and moves to my stomach. So close to where I need him desperately, but not close enough. He presses his lips to my ear.

“You were just helping me out?” I nod. “Hmm. Then I guess I should thank you for being such a good girl huh? How does that sound?” He trails his finger down to my core no doubt feeling how wet I am already.

“Please Mason.” I grind my hips against his finger.

“Oh Angel, I fucking love hearing you beg.”

He leans his forehead against mine, finally sliding a finger inside of me as my entire back arches off the wall in ecstasy. His thumb meets my clit and draws circles on it as he adds another finger inside of me, pumping them in and out relentlessly.

“Always so wet for me. You feel so good.”

My hands claw into his hair, locking our mouths together as I ride his hand. I would never have enough of him. All I wanted was more. More. “More, Mason. I need you,” I pant. He quickens his movements on my clit and I know I can’t hold on much longer.

Mason brings his lips to my ear. “Let go, Violet. Let go.” With his words I fall over the edge. He releases my arms and buries his face into my neck, leaving a bunch of soft kisses on my shoulder. I love how quickly Mason can go from domineering to soft in a matter of seconds. He knows exactly what I need and when I need it. Mason moves away for a second, taking off his jacket and throwing it over the security camera. “Only I get to see you like this Angel.”

I respond by reaching for Mason’s zipper, undoing it in seconds, and pulling his throbbing length from his boxers. The tip of his cock is leaking precum, and I can’t help but trace it with my thumb.

“You’ll be the death of me Vi.” Mason pants, tucking one of my wild curls behind my ear as he watches me stroke his cock. I move to sink to my knees so I can take him in my mouth when he shakes his head and stops me. “Can I taste you first, Angel? I’ve been dying to bury my tongue in your tight little pussy since you put on this dress. And I don’t know how much longer I can hold out.”

Mason sinks to his knees and tosses one of my legs over his shoulders exposing me to him. He nuzzles his face against my thighs, the feeling of his facial hair against me causes goosebumps to form on my skin.

“Does my beard bother you?” He peers up at me and I realize my fingers have moved to his chin, toying with his beard.

“No. No. It feels good. Really good.” I attempt to bring his mouth closer to my core.

“You sure? Because I can shave it off if you?—”

“Don’t you dare.” Okay maybe I was more attached to his beard than I realized. “The only thing you should be doing right now is taking care of me.” I’m desperate for his touch, spreading my legs further open for him.

He smiles devilishly as he locks his eyes with mine and takes my swollen clit into his mouth. If not for Mason’s firm hand on my stomach, I would’ve lost my balance. He moves his tongue lower, lapping me up slowly. Mason lets out a moan that rocks through my entire body. Fuck he was good at this.

“So damn good.” I gasp as his thumb finds my clit while he continues to lick me like a man starved. My eyes shut as my next high approaches. When I finally have the strength to look at him again, I see him stroking his cock, getting off to the sight of me riding his face. I’m so close to coming again that all it takes is a few quick strokes of his tongue on my clit to have me turning into a mess again.

Mason stands up and brings me into his arms stroking my hair, his cock still hard against my stomach. “You’re doing such a good job, Violet. Coming all over my fingers and tongue like a good girl.” He locks our mouths together, and I moan at the taste of myself.

“I want more Mason. I need you buried inside of me.” I’d never been this vocal in my previous relationships. I honestly didn’t know I even had it in me. But I trust Mason more than anyone.

“Fuck Violet. God I love you. Turn around and place your hands on the railing.”

He moves me so I’m bent over. I feel his hands on the back of my dress as he tugs the zipper down enough to release my aching breasts, tugging gently at my nipples. He presses a small kiss in the center of my exposed back before hiking up the bottom of my dress so that my ass is bare to him. I look over my shoulder and watch as he sheaths himself with a condom. Leaning over me, he places a kiss on my temple before sinking into me inch by inch until I’m full of him.

His hand reaches over to my front and starts toying with my clit as he moves in and out of me. From this angle, I can feel every glorious inch of him, and a part of me wonders how long we can stay in the elevator without anyone noticing.

“Mason that feels so incredible.” I moan.

“You feel so damn tight Violet. You’re gripping me so well. Look at you.” He lifts my chin so that I am face-to-face with my reflection. My hair is a complete mess on top of my head and Mason’s entire body is flushed – desire all over his face. He moves his hips at an angle that has me moaning so loud I feel the elevator shake. Before I can even warn him, I come.

“That’s it Violet, that’s it. You feel perfect wrapped around me. Come right on my cock, I’m right behind you. I’m right fucking there.” Mason turns my head so he can kiss me as he comes down.

We hold onto each other until our breathing comes down. Mason takes his time zipping up my dress, wiping off the smeared makeup on my face, and trying his best to tame my frizzy curls before turning the elevator back on. When we reach our floor, he scoops me up into his arms bridal style, carrying me to our room. “My legs work perfectly fine you know,” I tease.

“I know. But I like taking care of you.” He opens the door to our room. “Especially after we just?—”

“Screwed each other’s brains out?” I offer.

He rolls his eyes. “Ever the romantic, Violet Amin.”

“Sorry,” I whisper sheepishly. “I love you.”

“I love you too, Angel. I love you too.”