Page 37 of The Spare (The King Dynasty #2)

Chapter twenty

When The Sun Goes Down

I sneak looks at him the entire drive back home as the sun sets, throwing his features in beautiful shades of deep tan skin and pretty slashes of gold from the leftover rays of the sun.

He's a really good driver, winding in and out of traffic and perfectly compensating for the security tailing us.

I feel like such a passenger princess as he holds my hand, our fingers entwined resting on my lap.

Every now and then he'll squeeze my fingers then let me go to turn the station onto a different finance podcast.

I don't understand any of it.

Mason looks at me. "Do you want to listen to something, butterfly? I can change it if you want."

I shake my head. "No, but thank you for asking," I say, genuinely curious about what he's interested in.

What makes him tick.

Shifting in my seat I wince at how tender my pussy feels. He glances at me before letting go of my hand once more to turn my seat warmer on. My fingers fidget in my lap because of the obvious reason why. I sneak another look at him, wondering if he is going to want to have sex again tonight.

By the time we pull into the parking garage a half hour later I'm nice and relaxed. The soreness has lessened enough that I don't feel like I'm limping when we walk back into our home, and I actually feel like eating dinner.

My phone dings right as I put my thumb to the keypad, and I hold the door open while Mason carries my dress through. I shut the door and kick my shoes off, following him to our bedroom, digging my phone out of my purse and seeing a text from Karissa.

Where are you? I haven't seen you all day and Leo said your brother-in-law snatched you through his car window last night. Your stuff is gone out of our dorm. Bitch are you okay? -Kari

I groan, placing my head in my hand. "Oh man…" I sigh.

In all the excitement, I'd forgotten all about my friend.

"What's the matter?" Mason asks, hanging the garment bag up. He turns to face me, crossing his arms and his ankles, leaning a hip against the center island of the closet.

I place my purse on the island. "It's Karissa. I didn't let her know that my stuff is gone or…. or what happened. She's worried, and a little upset. "

His eyes shine in the light of the closet as he regards me quietly. "How much are you going to tell her?"

"What do you mean?" I ask, tilting my head. "I'm going to tell her everything."

His brow raises. "Are you going to ask her to be in our wedding?"

Though he phrased it lightly, I can tell he's not too happy about my friend.

My belly tightens with nerves, and I shift my weight from foot to foot feeling that soreness come back full force.

My eyes leave his to travel down his neck and broad chest, his shirt stretched tight across his arms and even lower to where his shirt tucks into his pants, the belt highlighting how thick his waist and hips are.

No wonder I hurt.

"I, uh, I hadn't thought that far, to be honest. This is all so… so…" I avert my eyes shyly, not really sure what to do now that I'm here. Fantasy is a far cry from reality, let me tell you that.

I wasn't expecting all this intensity.

He pushes off the island and rounds it slowly, forcing me to turn and place my hips against the counter and crane my neck up to meet his eyes. "Sudden?" he finishes for me, placing a hand to the side of my face and stoking his thumb across my cheek.

"Yes," I whisper.

He moves, taking my phone from my hand and dropping it on the counter behind me. He places his hands flat on the counter behind me and leans in. My mouth goes dry, my pussy slickens with need. "It seems sudden, sweetheart, but it was always going to happen this way. You know that, right?"

I nod, at a complete loss for words.

His eyes rake down my face slowly, and just when I think he's going to kiss me, his eyes snap back to mine. It's all I can do to breathe normally. Suddenly a playful glint sparks in his eye. The mischievous one that I'd come to be familiar with.

"What?" I say, feeling the corner of my mouth curving.

His eyes slide behind me, and I turn to look over my shoulder, seeing the garment bag hanging innocently. "I think I'd like a reward for buying your wedding dress," he says.

My head snaps back to look at him and I giggle, putting my fingers to my lips. "Oh yeah?" I tease. "Like what?"

"Your mouth," Mason says, pulling the strap of my dress to the side he leans in to kiss my shoulder.

My heart beats hard in my chest, and my knees begin to shake. He rises to catch my eye, leaning in to kiss me softly, tugging on my bottom lip and nipping it. "My mouth?" I ask, holding back a little giggle.

"Yeah. I think your mouth will do just fine for now."

"But, Mason. I don't know how-"

He hardens against my lower stomach swiftly, catching me by surprise. Rather than saying anything, he shushes me with another deep kiss before pulling away again. My entire body flushes with need, and I pant, desperately trying to catch my breath.

"Unbutton my shirt," he says.

I bring trembling hands to his chest and do as he says.

Unbuttoning them one by one. I fumble with a couple, but when I get to his pants where the shirt tucks in, I hesitate.

Hating how inexperienced I am. Loathing how shy I am.

I have friends who have done this for years at this point, and here I am, just now about to give my first blow job.

"I'll walk you through it," Mason says in a patient tone.

Matter of fact, it's the most patient I've ever seen him be.

Steeling myself, I untuck his shirt and then undo his belt, the clanging of the metal breaking the silence in the closet, joining the heavy sounds of our breathing and highlighting how stark of an act this is.

I slide my hands in the waist of his briefs, cupping the smooth globes of his ass and lower them slightly.

Mason keeps his eyes on me the whole time as he steps back, and I walk with him, my hands still against him feeling his muscles flex against my fingers. Playfully, I dig my nails in a little and see him suck in a sharp breath. He gives me another wicked grin.

He sits on the bench against the wall, forcing my hands from his backside, and I go to sink to my knees, but he stops me.

"Take your dress off. I want to see you in your lingerie.

" His eyes rake over every inch of my body, and my eyes lower to his lap as his hand goes to the swell of his cock and squeezes hard.

I wet my lips, anxiety coiling deep in my belly. "Okay." I pull the straps of my dress down and go to shimmy out of it, but he pins me with a look.

"Slow down."

I pause, blushing.

Seeing he wants me to make it good for him, I raise my hands higher to my hair and unclip it, letting the curls fall down my back and across my shoulders. I toss the clip behind me, and he wets his lips, beginning to stroke his cock through his briefs.

I take a deep breath and lower the strap of my dress down one shoulder, pulling my bra strap with it until the top curve of my breast is exposed, but my nipple is still covered.

His eyes go hooded and I half turn as I let the dress fall slowly, caressing my body as I do so.

When it catches on my hips, I turn my back to him and bend seductively, sticking my ass out and shaking it slowly as the dress finishes falling to my feet .

"Fuck, Mel," Mason groans, and with those two simple words I become bold. I pivot, facing him again and sinking to my knees. Before I lose my nerve, I pull out his cock, and my eyes widen at the size of it.

I sit back on my heels. "That was inside me?" I say, holding my breath.

It is in fact curved to the right. And thick. I didn't know it was possible for a man to be this thick.

Mason's lips twitch as he chuckles. But I don't think it's funny. I also didn't know it was possible to be this turned on and scared at the same time.

More of my juices slick down my inner thighs, and I feel my panties are completely soaked.

Seeing me not moving, he clears his throat.

"I don't expect you to deep throat it, Mel.

For today, just lick it. Suck on the tip.

Only go down to about… maybe here." He circles his fingers about five inches down from the tip and squeezes hard.

"Use your hands on the rest, and be mindful of my piercings please, my love. "

My eyes flicker, taking in his smooth, hairless torso, and his perfectly round balls, also devoid of hair, the thick shaft and mushroom head with a thick vein coursing along the top of his length.

I suck in a deep shuddering breath, then take it in both of my hands.

My brows furrow seeing my fingers don't touch.

I don't let it deter me, though. I firm my grip, trying to squeeze as hard as he did, and lower my head into his lap.

His smell is amazing, and my mouth waters as his scent begins to take over me. It's a rich musk that's uniquely him with a hint of spice from his cologne.

At the first lap of my tongue across the fleshy mushroom tip his thighs tighten up, and he makes a rough sound deep in his throat.

I lap a few more times before I lick all the way from the base of his shaft to the tip and then lower my mouth over him, pulling my cheeks in and sucking as hard as I can.

"Goddamnitttt," he growls, the sound reverberating throughout the room. His hands slide into my hair and grip tightly.

I hear a thump from above me as his head hits the wall behind him.

"Baby, please," he pleads, trying to push me away from him, but I dig all ten fingers into his ass and grip hard.

He lets out a choked sound and snatches at my hair.

I ignore the slight pain at my scalp, sucking harder and harder with every upswing.

"Mel!" he growls, flinching against me as I take him until I feel him at the ring of my throat.