Page 79 of The Spare

He moves hard against me. Fucking me like he's got all the stamina in the world. I throw my head back, feeling his lips wrap around my nipple and nip at me.

My skin flushes warm, and tingles erupt everywhere as I jerk, screaming against him.

"That's riiiggghhttt," he groans.

Chuckling, he lifts his head up and cups the back of my head, making me look at him while I orgasm. I moan, breathing hard and thrashing against him as his thrusts draw out my pleasure. But he doesn't stop slapping against me tirelessly.

My toes curl, and I toss my head back on another orgasm, but he tightens his fingers against my scalp and keeps my head still, staring deep in my eyes.

"Don't you fucking look away from me," he snarls.

"Mason,"I flinch when he gives me an expert circle of his hips that nudges my clit just right, and I let out a small scream. Squirting on him.

I fists my hands in his shirt, yanking as I fight against him, but he just laughs and thrusts somehow even harder, making me bob up and down, counteracting his thrusts.

My orgasm burns. Sweat drips down between my breasts, and I whimper helplessly.

My pussy spasms hard, and heat fills me from the tip of my head to my toes as he works to make this the most intense orgasm of my life.

"It's not stopping," I sob, trying to jerk out of his grip on my hair, but he tightens down even further on me, slowing his thrusts now from the hard slapping to slow, purposeful movements that have my eyes going wide. I flinch again. "Uhnnnn," I moan, biting my lip so hard I break the skin.

"You like it deep, huh?" he says, getting that wicked smile on his face.

Suddenly the elevator doors open and my eyes slide past him right into the eyes of Hendrix and my sister, whose smiles drop the second they see us, and their eyes go wide. Hendrix takes a fast step back and then turns to the side, but it doesn't matter, the elevator's mirrors reflect everything.

I'm dying, but there's nothing I can do about it. I can't stop it.

I can't even close my eyes I'm so stuck.

Isobel's brows rise as her eyes drag down our bodies before she turns too, and then covers her mouth with her hand.

I can't speak past my orgasm, and Mason's so lost in me he doesn't notice they're here. "You thought you were going to get away with challenging me? What did I tell you about that? You're never going to win against me, Melody."

I suck in another breath and sag against him, pressing my lips into his shoulder and biting down hard. He thrusts three more times and then comes with a growl, grinding against me.

His breaths puff warm against my neck, and I let go of my hold around his shoulder. "Mase, let me go," I whisper. "Your brother…"

Mason stiffens against me and tilts his head to catch my eye."My brother?"His head recoils.

Hendrix chooses at that moment to clear his throat loudly, and Mason's head snaps to the side, clocking them still standing with their backs to us in the elevator. "What the fuucckkk?" Mason breathes, his eyes narrowing in anger "Are you fucking serious right now, Hendrix?" His head turns back to me and then disengages, lowering me, and placing my feet to the floor. "Can you stand?" he says quietly to me.

I nod. "Yes." I keep my eyes averted and hurriedly try to pull my dress back up onto my shoulder and cover up my breast. I am utterly mortified, but Mason ispissed.His movements are jerky and rushed as he tucks his cock back in his pants and fastens everything, tucking his shirt back in.

"Go open the door, baby," he says.

I turn to walk, thankful to be out of sight of our siblings even if it's for just a couple seconds.

"What the fuck is wrong with the two of you? You get off on watching people have sex?" Mason hisses, snatching my purse and panties off the floor."Nothing in you thought to close the elevator and leave?"

His eyes flash angrily as he turns away from them and then walks over to where I stand holding the door open. His features are tight as he shakes his head angrily, then stands next to me, pulling me further into our house.

I want to sink into the floor and die.

"Well, come on,"Mason barks, annoyed.

Hendrix and Isobel step out of the elevator. Hendrix keeps his eyes averted from me as he walks past me into the house, but Isobel meets my eyes as she sidles up to me.

"Damn, girl. I'm impressed," she whispers, carefully maneuvering her belly past me.