Mason: Inked Reapers MC by Heather West Page A

a shiver down my spine.  He stopped rubbing me and undid the button on my jeans, slowly lowering my zipper. “You didn't have your period did you?”
     
                  I managed to look him the eye, even with my head still pulled back. “No.”
     
                  “You didn’t want that guy to touch you. You wanted me.”
     
                  Of course, I wanted him! Having someone else touch me, fuck me while Mason was in the club had felt wrong, horrible. “Yes, Sir.” I found myself saying while his hand slid into my jeans, under my panties.  His fingers found my clit and I nearly rocketed out of my body.
     
                  “So wet.” He chuckled into my ear. Having him so close, being toyed with by him, and made me that way. For him. I wanted him badly. “Do you think I should let you come? Like this? Pinned up against a shelf, my hand in your pants?”
     
                  “Yes, Sir.” I tried to nod, but his grip in my hair intensified. Tears built in my eyes from the sting in my scalp.
     
                  “I’m not that easy. Not yet.”  A tear slid down my cheek from the corner of my eye, he licked it away. “Now.” He slid a finger inside of me. I made a sound. I tried to keep quiet, but when he slipped a second finger in, his palm still rubbing my clit I heard a loud groan fill the space between us. His grin told me how loud I had been. “Shh, you don’t want anyone walking in, do you? With my hand in your pants, my fingers in your wet pussy?”
     
    “N-no, Sir.” I pinched my lips closed, determined not to make another peep. He let go of my hair and slid his hand into my shirt. He pulled the neckline of the tank top down, releasing my breast from the constraining fabric. He dipped his head down and licked my nipple.  Looking up at me for a split second, making sure I was watching, he licked me again, this time wrapping his lips around my nipple, drawing it out to a hardened peak.
     
    The soft heat of his tongue circling around my nipple sent electric waves to my clit, intensifying his movements even more.  I gasped for breath as I could feel the pressure building, the impending orgasm chasing me down. “Not yet.” He murmured against my breast, teasing me with his teeth, biting and suckling.
     
    “I can’t wait.” I shook my head.
     
    “You better, or you’ll go without for much longer.” He straightened up and watched my face. “Don’t you dare come yet.” The grating of his voice drew me further to my doom. I wasn’t going to last long if he kept staring at me like that. Like his whole world began with me. That nothing else existed at that moment except for the two of us.
     
    “Please.” I pushed my pelvis toward his hand. My legs shook, I needed to feel that release. He slid his arm around my waist, holding me up as he moved his hand quicker, bringing me to the edge. “Please, Sir. Please.” I grabbed his waist, digging my fingers into him.
     
    “Not yet.” He whispered and slid a third finger into me. I yelled out at the fullness, the desire that burned inside of me. “Okay. Now.”
     
    My body, his instrument, followed his dictate and fell into a million pieces as my orgasm shook my body.  I gasped for breath that wouldn't come. My hands clenched around his shirt and I threw my head back screaming out as the waves hit me. I didn’t care who could hear.
     
    “Shhh…” He kissed my cheek, slowing the ministrations of his hand and bringing me back to earth.  When I could catch my breath, I looked at him. Grinning from ear to ear like a proud boy.
     
    “Oh my god.” My face heated. The entire club must have heard me.
     
    “It’s okay. It’s okay.” He pulled his hand out of my pants and brought his fingers to his mouth licking each finger as though he were delving into a delicious treat.
     
    With shaking fingers I managed to right my clothing, under his gaze. I looked down,