20. Bridget

TWENTY

Bridget

The kiss deepens, and before I know it, Mason's tongue explores mine, and his hands are all over me. My entire body heats, my core clenching, and I'm ready to lose any sense of propriety that I might have.

Fucking in a kitchen is very unlike me, but you know, I'd like to be someone braver for a hot second.

I pull back slightly and narrow my eyes as I bite my lip. I'm sure my cheeks are bright pink from all the crazy thoughts in my head, but I don't back down.

"What's in that pretty little head of yours, gorgeous?"

Mason smirks, and I chew all the more on my lip until I'm finally able to think enough to speak.

"Some ideas." I grin, and Mason's hands cup my ass. "I want…oh God, this is so hard?—"

"It really is."

He grinds his hips against me, and the feeling of his erection pressing into me makes me bolder.

"Right here, Mason. I want you right here. Please."

"Oh, Songbird," he backs me up against the sink, framing me between his arms as he leans forward, "that was going to happen. And I'm not holding back this time."

"Don't. I want to feel all of you, taste everything you have to offer."

Mason's smile is beaming. "Done, precious."

He lowers his mouth so close to mine that it almost touches. I can feel his short breaths on my lips.

"Mason, please . Don't tease me."

That smirk just gets brighter. "Is that so? Well, then. Let me hear it. Let me hear you beg me for it."

I suck in a shaky breath. I can't believe myself. This is so brazen, and yet, it's everything I've wanted from Mason for years.

No one has ever made me feel this wanted, this sexual, and I am eating it the fuck up.

"Mason, I want you to…"

My words drop off, and we hover in the moment on the edge of something.

"I want you to…"

I hesitate. This is still so strange for me. I've never been in command of my sexual desires like this. Jai was a terrible partner, and I've only ever considered what I wanted in my head.

With Mason's arms framing me, though, I feel bold, powerful, and sensual. I push off the counter and whisper in his ear.

"Take me right here, Mason." I breathe across his neck. "I want to see everything you've got. We've got a kitchen at our disposal. Think you can use anything in here? This is your permission. I want you—rough."

My body hums—excitement and apprehension roiling through my blood—and I hear Mason suck in a deep breath.

When I look back up at him, his jaw is clenched. I'm so nervous, even a bit overwhelmed by what I'm asking for, but I'm even more thrilled to see what Mason has in store for me.

In a flash, his hand clamps down on the back of my head, his fingers threading through my hair and squeezing. My scalp burns, igniting more of the desire building in my core.

His stubble scrapes across my cheek as his lips find the shell of my ear. "You're going to sing so pretty, Songbird."

Mason steps back from the counter, pulling me along with him by his grip on my roots. Fire swells in my veins as he guides me to the island, bending me over it.

"Goddamn, Bridget. I've been thinking about this ass all fucking morning."

A good crack comes down over my ass in a spank, and I yelp quietly, still trying to keep the volume down because I know Mia is upstairs sleeping.

Playing with the edge of my cut-off shorts, Mason drags his fingers under the fabric until he finds me between my legs.

My body is going completely haywire, and I know I'm already very ready for him.

"So wet already, Songbird." He toys with me, gliding his fingers over my slit just enough to drive away any and all thoughts. "I love it."

His grip on my hair pulls my head up slightly, and he spanks over my other cheek. Heat burns in my skin, but then Mason's fingers are teasing me again.

"Do you have any idea what you do to me, Songbird? Ugh," he groans, rubbing roughly before he yanks his fingers away and brushes his erection against me. "So damn good."

I whimper low, seeking out more contact from him. My pussy is throbbing with need, and even with so little attention, I'm already so close to the edge.

"These shorts need to go."

Mason pulls me back from the island, his hands going to the button and zipper to get my bottoms off. He does so in a flash, taking my panties with them, and then he's hoisting me up onto the island again.

"The perfect treat to start my day."

Mason smirks at me, and I meet his eyes, heat in my cheeks and gaze lidded with desire. I can't believe he's going to do this right on the island, but I am so here for it.

With little preamble, Mason dives between my thighs, holding my legs open with his hands. His tongue slides along my seam, and I buck against the incredible sensation, my head dropping back as I lean on my elbows.

It's impossible that Mason is this good with his tongue, and he works me right up to the brink of an orgasm in just a few moments.

He flicks my clit with his tongue, swirling it around and then diving it deep inside me. My hand instinctively goes to his hair, and I rock my hips, aching for more as he takes his fill of me.

A deep, throaty moan escapes me, and Mason reaches up my body to smooth his hand over my mouth. I know we have to be quiet, and there's something about it that heightens everything.

I bite onto his fingers, trying to silence myself, and Mason groans against my slippery folds. I urge him on, squeezing his hair in between my fingers.

"Oh, fuck," I mumbled against his fingers.

As I do, Mason drives them between my lips. I begin to suck, imagining his large cock, and damn, am I close.

Mason pulls back just enough to speak against my skin. "Come for me, Songbird."

When he starts back up again, sucking my clit into his mouth, Mason's free hand joins the show, his fingers finding me and slipping in so deep.

I whine around the fingers in my mouth, riding Mason's hand and mouth as my orgasm comes barreling forward.

It takes everything not to cry out, but I manage to keep the scream in my throat trapped, and Mason thrusts in and out of me in hard, rough strokes.

When I'm over the other side of the release, he yanks me down from the island, getting me to kneel before him as he frees his erection through a downed zipper.

I don't hesitate, taking him in my mouth as far as I can, which is a damn stretch considering how thick and long he is.

But I couldn't care less.

I return the favor he gave me, bobbing my head in a quick rhythm that has Mason grabbing my head as he fucks my mouth.

It's so sinful, so deliciously dirty to be doing this right in the damn kitchen, and I reach for my burning clit, toying with it as Mason thrusts.

"Such a naughty girl," Mason grits out, plowing through a few more strokes before he pulls himself back. "Up. Bend over that fucking counter."

I'm quick to my feet, turning around and leaning over the counter as instructed. As I position myself against the cool marble, Mason's cock brushes over my slit, and I arch, whimpering.

"So needy. Tell me what you want, Songbird."

"Fuck me, Mason, please ."

In one swift motion, Mason sheathes himself inside me up to the hilt, and I have to chew on my fist to keep myself from crying out.

As if that weren't enough, he cracks his hand over my ass again, and I clamp down around his shaft as he drives it as deep as he can.

"Mason!"

I know that was a bit loud, but I couldn't stop myself, and I'm still hungry for more.

"You like that, don't you, Songbird? Squeezing down on my cock like that. My naughty girl."

He does it again, laying a smack down over the other cheek, and I do. I fucking love it. But it's also damn near impossible for me to stay quiet.

Mason lends a hand, literally. He reaches for me, pressing his palm to my mouth. It's definitely the freakiest I've ever been, and damn, this is too fucking good.

My legs burn with the effort to keep myself raised on my tiptoes. I'm not tall by any means, and Mason has the honor of being one of the tallest men I've ever met.

It makes for some interesting dynamics, but then he reaches under my leg, hooking it up into his arm until my knee hits the edge of the counter.

Thanking God that I'm flexible, I use it as an anchor for Mason's furious thrusts, and his cock hits even deeper, making me whimper into his hand.

I'm so close again, and the sound of our bodies meeting fills the kitchen so much so that my pussy clamps down around him all the harder, knowing that we're doing this in such a visible place.

"Oh, that's so fucking good, Songbird. You're gripping me so damn tight."

Mason's words are growled out, and at once, I remember that he's still fully dressed in his business suit.

Hell, my shirt is still on, and the fact that we both just needed to have each other right fucking then is so fabulously dirty.

Some part of me knows that the bar for sexual encounters is low in my book because of so many lackluster nights with Jai. Still, I've never been this turned on in my life.

Spanking me again, Mason barrels into me, and I can feel him thicken. There's this incredible swell of pride and euphoria, knowing that this is working for him.

Knowing that I'm working for him.

I rock my hips harder along with him, hungry for his release and my own.

"That's it, beautiful girl. Make me come."

The praise lights me up, and I fuck together with Mason until I feel his cock hit just the right angle, and then I'm flying over the edge.

I come hard, squeezing around his dick. Seconds later, warmth floods me as Mason comes, and it drags out my own orgasm until my legs are shaking.

As if on cue, a delighted shriek echoes through the kitchen from the monitor, and I know Mia is up.

Gently lowering my leg down to the ground, Mason leans over me as he wraps me in his arm, both of us just standing there still connected for a moment.

"I'm so glad that she let us finish."

I can't help but laugh, looking over my shoulder and giving Mason a kiss.

"Me too. But," I sigh, lifting myself so that Mason slides free, and I immediately hate that he's gone, "we really should go do the life things we need to."

He hums gently on my shoulder, hovering behind me as his nose buries into the crook of my neck.

"Ugh, I suppose."

After another moment, Mason steps back and pulls himself back into his pants. He reaches for my shorts and underwear next, handing them to me with a bewildered smile.

"I don't want you to have these, but seeing as I won't be here anyway…"

I laugh, snatching the garments from Mason as he playfully holds them nearly out of reach.

When I've pulled my shorts up, I sigh again and smile over at Mason. "All right, buddy. Get going. If she sees you, it'll be that much harder to leave."

Mason nods. "You're right, you're right. Okay, well, it's supposed to be really hot today, so maybe keep Mia inside. Yeah?"

With a smile, I nod, stepping up to him and planting another quick kiss on Mason's lips.

"No worries. I stopped and snagged a finger painting thing that we could do. I'll give her a bath after, and that should eat up plenty of time."

"Oh, perfect." Mason kisses me again, an easy smile on his face afterward. "It's supposed to be dry and hot with it being peak summer season, and I just hope my construction guys brought enough water."

"Oh, that's a good point. Why don't you send out a delivery order of waters and sandwiches or something?"

Mason grins, and I follow him around the island as he grabs his briefcase. "You're a genius. I will definitely do that. Okay, I really should go. I'm…"

We look at the clock, and I chuckle when he looks back at me, a little shocked.

"Whoops."

He shakes his head. "A fully forty-five minutes later. That's a first for me. See you later, babe."

Kissing me again, Mason dashes out of the house, and all I can do is smile. When Mia starts growling and grumbling through the monitor, I just shake my head before going up the stairs to fetch her.