16. Chapter 16

Chapter 16

Cameron

Mason squeaked at my question, and I could swear her face matched the scarlet of her sweater. I didn’t expect her to react like that, but fuck, it was adorable in all the wrong ways. All of a sudden, I wasn’t so opposed to the age gap. It was almost a thrill, being so much older than her. I was the pastor corrupting the popstar. Surely, that wasn’t the case, but I liked the idea.

“I need you to answer my question, darlin’.”

She squeaked again, a tiny little noise that sent a tingle straight into my cock. I wondered if she made noises like that when she came. Alcohol had stolen most of my memories of our first time, so I had no idea what I was in for.

“I—I mean...” Her words trailed into nervous laughter. I was seeing a new side of her tonight. I wondered if this was the person Soph and Luce used to know, the girl with the purple clarinet and the enormous smile.

Anyway, who was I to offer to quit smoking for her? Mason was only gonna be here for a few months, and it was better for everyone if she just forgot about me after all was said and done. But... I still wanted to make her happy while I had the chance.

“I can quit, but I’ll probably be a bit mean for a while.”

“Y-you don’t have to.”

“I don’t have to do anything.” I leaned down close enough to feel her shaky breath against my lips. “But a real man makes sacrifices to see his woman happy.”

Her eyes widened.

“Ten minutes ago, I was too young for you. Now I’m your woman ?”

“Well, you reminded me I put that baby in you. It’d be impolite if I didn’t try to keep you content.”

She swallowed hard, and her knees started to shake. I sat down on the bed, hoping to make her more comfortable by bringing myself closer to her height.

She took a deep breath.

“It’d be nice if you quit smoking. Especially if Lavender wants to meet you when she’s an adult… you’re already ancient, so you need to do something to help yourself stick around.”

A smirk tugged at my lips. Who knew this little mouse was so cheeky? And... I liked the idea of meeting Lavender in the future. Having a baby was dangerous, but letting my daughter seek me out as an adult seemed safe enough.

I pressed my forehead to Mason’s and reached for her hands. They were cold, and I could feel every bone in her fingers. I was almost afraid I’d break her.

“Well, you’d better do your part to keep me young while you’re around.”

Her breath hitched, and she melted against me.

“And you best get out that dress before I tear it off,” I growled.

She jolted back, and her fingers eagerly wound in the cotton. There was no hesitation as she pulled it off, her movements clumsier than usual. It was like she was eager to prove something, rushing to get to the point. My heart swelled when the dress fell to the floor.

Her breasts were straining against the fabric of her sports bra, almost begging for me to help her out. But I had seen more than my fair share of tits in my time on this earth—that ain’t what made my knees weak.

It was the gentle curve of her stomach. She’d been hiding it under loose clothes, but it was undeniable now.

“Is something wrong?” she asked, a small spark in her eyes.

I smiled as I leaned back on my palms. Mason deserved to be proud to be in her skin. She was growing a life, and that was something worth celebrating.

“Not a thing,” I mused. “You’re beautiful, Mason.”

A coy smile draped her lips. I extended my hand and used two fingers to beckon her closer, eager to feel her skin against mine. She waltzed over and brushed her fingers against my knees. I reached up, using my middle finger to trace the side of her neck before spreading my legs wide enough for her to fit between them.

God, the side of the bed was taller than her hips.

I placed my palm on the small of her back as my muscles tensed. One of my hands was almost large enough to fill the space. How the hell did such a little thing like her end up sleeping with someone like me? Did she not care about her own safety?

Now’s not the time to think about that.

“Anything you can’t do right now?” I asked, desperate to avoid my inevitable come to Jesus moment.

She wove her fingers into my hair, and goosebumps prickled my back.

“My doctor told me sex is good during pregnancy.”

Well, it was nice to know I was helping her out by doing this.

“I don’t really remember much from the first time we did it .“ Unfortunately . “But I ain’t good at being gentle.”

She raised her eyebrows and got closer, climbing onto my lap. I leaned back to make a little more room for her belly as she straddled my hips.

“No impact-play around the baby,” she began. “No breath-play, and my pain tolerance is lower than it was last time.”

“Do you like pain?”

Mason’s lips twisted into a smirk, and she tangled her hand in my hair before giving it one quick yank. My cock throbbed as my heart threatened to escape my chest.

“Obviously, you haven’t seen my sex tape,” she teased.

Sex tape?

“Did you... release it willingly, or did someone else do it for you?”

“It was leaked.” She broke eye contact for a beat, casting her gaze on the floor.

“Then I’ll never see it unless you show me.”

I couldn’t even imagine what it would feel like to have my intimate moments exposed for the entire world to see. But now wasn’t the right time to express my condolences.

Now was the time to fuck this woman the way only a real man could.

Mason was shockingly light as I tore her off my lap, gripping the back of her neck and pushing her face down onto the mattress. The red fabric of her underwear clung to her like wet silk, giving me a perfect view of her round ass.

Mason gasped and peered at me over her shoulder, her eyes wide like saucers.

I took a second to kick off my boots and slide out of my jeans. The buckle on my belt clanked as it hit the floor and jingled as I kicked it to the side. I massaged my cock through my boxers, relishing the sight of her perfect body, before slipping them off and positioning myself behind her. Her silky underwear slid against my skin as I pulled her closer, my fingers digging into her hips.

“God, I love the way you feel.”

I squeezed tighter, and she whined while I slipped down her underwear. They weren’t any fancy lingerie, just a pair of boy shorts with lace around the thighs. But I’d be keeping them, that was for damn sure.

I teased the folds of her pussy with my fingers, coating them in her arousal.

“You like being praised, darlin’?”

“I-it’s—”As soon as she started talking, I found her clit, and she shuddered as I circled it with my middle finger, “—n-new.”

Mason buried her face into my comforter, whimpering as my exploration continued. She was unbelievably sensitive. I could have been content just listening to her whine, but I needed to see her face as she came. So, I wove my free hand into her silky, raven-colored hair before yanking back.

“Not so fast, darlin’. I want to enjoy you.” I growled through the end of my sentence.

“Stand up. Take your underwear off.”

As I released her hair, she looked back at me like she was wondering if this was some kinda test.

“Do as I said,” I warned. “You wouldn’t wanna see me get angry.”

She scrambled to her feet and quickly shimmied out of her panties before kicking them off to the side. I made a mental note of where they ended up so I’d be able to find them later. Then I sat down on the bed and slid back until I could lean against the headboard.

“Now, come take my dick like the good girl I know you are.” The flush on Mason’s cheeks traveled down her neck and dusted her chest.

“Do you have lube?” she breathed.

“I do, but I don’t think we’ll be needin’ it. You’re plenty wet as is,” I chuckled. “Now come here.”

She hesitated for a beat before climbing onto the bed, crawling to me on her hands and knees. Her lips met my inner thigh and trailed up my body. My chest grew tighter with each gentle kiss. By the time she reached the base of my neck, I was about ready to start moaning.

Mason swung a leg over my waist, trying to position herself above me. Her legs were barely long enough for her to kneel on either side of my massive hips. She put a hand on my chest to balance herself, and my cock pulsed in anticipation. Slowly, she lowered onto me, using her other hand to keep my erection steady. She wiggled her hips as she tried to fit the tip inside herself, and already I was in ecstasy. I watched her eyes roll back into her head as she tried to relax her muscles enough to fit me inside her. By the time I was halfway in, she was whimpering and pulling me out.

“I forgot how big you are,” she breathed.

“Take your time, I ain’t going nowhere. The last thing I’d want is for you to hurt yourself. But by the end of this, you better have every inch of me inside you.”

There was determination in her eyes as she lowered onto me again and again, getting closer and closer to the base each time before whimpering loudly and pulling herself off. I leaned back against the headboard, savoring the feeling of her walls around my shaft. She was so fucking tight it was almost unbearable.

Finally, after five or six tries, she got me all the way in. As she dropped her hips down, she gasped, and her chest flushed. Then she started swiveling against me, and God, it was pure bliss. I didn’t have to do anything except lay back and enjoy the show, but there was no fun in that.

She tilted her head back as her ragged breaths turned to moans, and I reached up, grabbing her chin with the tips of my fingers.

“You look so fucking beautiful when you take all of me,” I murmured, brushing my thumb against her cheek before circling it back to part her supple lips. She accepted the digit into her mouth with a soft bite, and I bucked against her, thrusting myself in even deeper. She yelped in pleasure, eyes closing.

“Don’t look away.” I commanded as I took in her features.

Her porcelain skin was flushed pink, and her lips were full and soft. Her eyes opened wide in response to my command, and suddenly, she looked so damn innocent that I wasn’t sure what to do with myself. It looked like an angel had fallen from heaven just to ride my cock, and that’s what it felt like too.

Mason choked as I thrust into her once more, and she fell forward slightly. Her coffin-shaped nails dug into my chest, leaving red marks on my skin and a fire in my stomach.

I needed something other than darlin’ to call her. It was too generic, too impersonal. Darlin’ was the pet name I used to get Lucian and Sophia’s attention when I didn’t care which one responded. Mason deserved something more special.

“Sweetpea, don’t cum just yet,” I pleaded, and her eyes lit up.

“I-I’m trying,” She stuttered.

Her grip tightened to the point she was pulling my chest hair. Poor girl didn’t even have enough stamina for me. What was she going to do when Lucian got ahold of her?

God, I was excited to see him touch her. I wanted to hear her scream his name, to see the way her cheeks hollowed as she sucked his dick. That thought alone was almost enough to send me over the edge, but I wasn’t going to cum that quick. I grabbed her thigh and looked her in the eyes.

“I ain’t done. If you cum before I say you can, we’re going until you can’t walk,” I warned.

Her gaze focused on mine as a half-smile tugged at her lips. There was a challenge in her expression as she rode me faster than before. Her swollen breasts bounced with each movement, and I reached up to massage the sensitive flesh as she shuddered into an orgasm.

Her eyes crossed slightly, and her screams were deafening. The muscles in her pussy grew even tighter, making it nearly impossible for me to resist giving in to my own pleasure.

I stopped moving for a moment and placed my hands on her back to keep her steady as she started winding down. She was shaking, so I was extra gentle with her. I took my time laying her on the mattress and pulling her hips to the edge of the bed. She was still panting as I fell to my knees in front of her, like a disciple to his goddess. Mason tried to sit, but I pushed her back down.

“What are you doing?” she gasped as I parted her legs.

“Sweetpea, I told you I wasn’t done,” I growled. “If you want to cum so bad, I’m going to make you cum.”

“W-wait.”

Her plea fell on deaf ears as I buried my face in her cunt. She smelled sweet and tasted sweeter.

My tongue circled around her clit, and she jerked before weaving her fingers into my hair. Her breathing quickened, and any protests she had were quickly silenced by gasps and shrieks.

Her back arched, and she tugged on my hair.

“ Fuck ,” she choked.

I picked up the pace, sucking her clit between my lips and flicking my tongue against it. Mason tried to squirm away, but I sunk my fingers into her hips and pulled her closer. I liked knowing I was too strong for her to get away. I’d never force her into something she didn’t want, but the idea that she was completely at my mercy gave me an ego boost I didn’t know I needed.

Her legs wrapped around my head, and her thighs drowned out any sound the outside world could make. All I could hear was the racing of my own heart. She was arching into me, and I was fairly certain that meant she was about to cum again.

I examined her face. There was a daze in her eyes, she was sweaty, and her hair was a mess. It looked like she was struggling to catch her breath.

“You alright, Sweetpea?”

She gulped air and nodded.

“Why did you stop?”

A sly smirk twisted at my lips, and I took a breath to steady myself.

“I told you; we’re going until you can’t walk… But I didn’t say I’d be giving you anything you wanted.”

Her disparate eyes met mine, and she pulled her lower lip through her teeth.

“Please?”

Mason batted her lashes as she focused on me. How the fuck was I ever supposed to tell this girl no when she looked like that ?

I swallowed hard before grabbing a pillow off the top of the bed, placing it under her hips so I could have a better angle to fuck her silly. Once she was settled, I pulled her close and put her heels on my shoulders.

“I ain’t going slow,” I warned, then felt a tinge of guilt. “But if it’s too much… you can tell me to stop.”

There was a sparkle in her eyes that I hadn’t seen before. It was like I had hung the stars for her, and honestly? If I could’ve, I would’ve.

When I finished with her, Mason was a beautiful, trembling mess, and her knees didn’t have a snowball’s chance in hell of holding her up. But, seeing as she was covered in sweat and semen, a shower wasn’t optional. I was just glad Lucian and Sophia were both asleep. That meant there was no one around to judge me for carrying Mason into the bathroom bridal style.

Sophia didn’t like being picked up, and Lucian liked being in charge. That meant I never got to care for either of them how I wanted, but Mason seemed more than willing to be looked after. That, or I’d fucked her so hard that she couldn’t think straight enough to argue. Both were definitely possible.

I rested her on the edge of the tub as I fiddled with the shower knobs.

“I went pretty hard on you. How’re ya feelin’?” I asked, pulling on the tap diverter. Drops of steamy water echoed off the porcelain. My muscles began to relax as heat filled the air.

“You could have gone harder,” she teased. “I was expecting toys or ropes.”

My eyebrow arched as I fought a smile.

“Next time, there will be.” That was a promise.

I stepped into the tub, then hooked an arm around Mason’s waist to keep her steady as she followed me in.

“How do you know there will be a next time?” The spark of excitement in Mason’s sleepy eyes damn near killed me.

“Because I want there to be,” I explained, wiping my cum from her chest.

She didn’t argue. Instead, she leaned into me, and my pulse quickened. I thought for a moment she just needed a little extra support. Then she wrapped her arms around my chest. The hug wasn’t tight—her arms couldn’t even reach all the way around me—but it caused butterflies to erupt in my chest.

Mason told me earlier she didn’t like sleeping alone, so I offered to let her sleep in my room with me. She eagerly accepted my offer, along with one of my shirts to wear for the night. When she was all settled, I got up in search of drinks to keep on the nightstand.

The house was dark, but a dim light emanated from the kitchen. I nearly jumped out of my skin when I saw Lucian sitting at the island with a can of diet cola. I crept through the living room and cautiously approached him, placing a hand on his shoulder.

“You need to leave Mason alone.” He spoke to the counter, refusing to look at me.

“… Beg your pardon?”

“I said: you need to leave Mason alone.” Conviction filled his words, though I also sensed a fair amount of anguish. “She’s going through shit; she doesn’t need to be abandoned by her baby daddy twice.”

I sunk into the empty chair beside him.

“This ain’t about Mason, is it?”

Lucian groaned, burying his face in his hands.

“That’s the problem. I don’t know if it’s about her.”

The chipped black polish on his nails blended into his hair as his fingers wove into his curls.

“Cameron, it feels like I’m going fucking crazy.” His words were slow, and his voice deep. I could tell he was struggling to keep himself calm. “I’m mad at you for getting her pregnant; I’m mad at her for letting you do it... but most of all, I am so fucking angry that she’s not okay.”

Once, during a particularly sleep-deprived night with the twins, Lucian told me something interesting. In public, he liked to pretend to be a hard ass. He preferred to be pissed at the world—that way, it couldn’t hurt him anymore. He even tried to keep this act up around Sophia. But when it was just us, he let his guard down.

His shoulders shook, and his knuckles went white as he pulled at his hair. I pulled him into my chest, letting his tears collect on my skin. While I loved this side of Lucian, he hated being comforted, so I did my best to ignore the fact that he was literally crying over Mason.

“I shouldn’t be mad at that! She’s the one who left. She ruined everything I had planned, and do you know what’s worse?”

“What?” I asked, trying to keep my voice as soothing as possible.

Lucian looked up, his tears still staining his cheeks.

“If she were to look at me and apologize for leaving… Or worse, if she told me she still loved me, I would be completely unable to prevent myself from wanting more with her.”

Seeing Lucian so vulnerable pulled at my heart, causing it to ache for him. I rested a hand on his cheek, swiping a stray tear with my thumb. He anchored my hand in place before kissing my wrist.

“Please, for the love of God, I need you to tell me I’m being stupid.”

But that was just it. I couldn’t tell him that. The brain may have been the only organ capable of thought, but the heart was the one that was never wrong. If he was aching for her, it was because his soul needed her.

And that’s when I realized I was feeling something similar. It wasn’t enough to reduce me to tears, but something in me made me want to stay by Mason’s side. To care for her in ways I shouldn’t.

I had once read that souls were the remnants of stars that had burnt out. If that was true, I was pretty sure the same star made me and her.

“I think you need to have a conversation with her,” I told him.

Lucian’s chest swelled with a breath as he exhaled.

“I’m not ready.”

“And I ain’t gonna force you to do anything you don’t want to. But I need you to understand that I am ready to explore whatever’s goin’ on between Mason and me.”

His dark gaze bounced around my face and his expression went tight.

“What if you hurt her?”

I pulled a worried lip through my teeth, hating to see him like this.

So, I promised him: “I won’t.”

As long as Dale didn’t catch wind of what was going on here, Mason was safe with me. And I had faith that I could keep our relationship a secret.

I just wasn’t sure how to do that yet.