Page 59 of Blitz

Maneuvering her across the room, we tumble into the bed. Her fingers pull at my tie and tug it loose. I work her sweatshirt up over her head. Her hair is a static-y mess, sticking up everywhere. She pushes me back against the mattress and climbs on top of me, straddling my hips. Mason slowly undoes the top three buttons on my shirt, her slim fingers exploring the exposed triangle of my chest. Her hips grind into mine, searching for friction.

“King,” she says, panting against my lips. “Please tell me you went to the pharmacy.”

“We’re fully stocked and ready to go.” I pull her hips into mine, arching up into her. I can feel the heat of her through her leggings, burning me through our clothes.

She returns her attention to my shirt. I pull hers over her head until she’s straddling me in just a thin beige cotton bra. Her nipples are pebbled beneath the cups, dusky rosebuds just begging to be sucked. I run my thumb over one, and she groans, throwing her head back.

“I forgot… how good you are… at this,” she says, breathing hard. Her hands scramble for my belt. Leather whistles through the loops and the metal buckle clinks as she works her hand into my pants. Her small fist closes around my cock, and it’s my turn to groan.

My veins pulse with electricity. My entire body cries out for her, to make her mine.

We’ve always been good at this. Sex with Mason is never boring. We never had to sneak around or hide what we were doing. We were given freedom to experiment and learn what worked for us.

Her hand tightens around my cock, stroking me from root to tip. She maps the ridges and veins with delicate fingers, her thumb sliding over the sensitive head.

“Baby…”

“Shh,” she says, squeezing me more firmly, the way I need her to. “You don’t want everyone to hear us.” She echoes my words from Saturday night.

Right now, I don’t care if the entire campus can hear us. I pull her down onto me and kiss her, my tongue licking into her mouth and taking, taking, taking what I need. She lets out a gasp of surprise that turns to a moan when I cup her pert ass over her thin leggings. I slide my hands beneath the fabric barrier and am met with the smooth skin of her bare butt. She always favored thin thongs with barely there straps—no panty lines. I like to see that some things haven’t changed.

I pull the fabric down her hips. She releases me to help me, rolling off of me for a moment to kick away the stretchy leggings. At the same time, she peels off her soaked thong. I make quick work of her bra. She’s fully naked, and I’m mostly clothed, my cock out and springing up towards my belly.

“Off,” she says, tugging at my open pants. In short order, my clothes are tossed on the floor until we’re naked together, skin pressed to skin. I roll her underneath me, and she arches up, wrapping her legs around my waist. Her wet, hot pussy pulses against my cock. She groans and tilts her pelvis into mine.

“Princess—”

“I need your cock, Tucker.” I try to move down her body, and she pulls on my shoulders to keep me exactly where I am. “Now.”

Working my hand between our bodies, I rub gently at her clit. She shudders and lets her head fall back against the pillow. I slip one finger inside of her, and her body clutches at me with a vise grip.

“Not now,” I tell her. “More prep.” With my thumb on her clit, I work my finger in and out of her a few times. She’s so tight. Her muscles are coiled tight, tense. “Relax, baby.”

“This is me relaxed.” Her fingertips dig into my shoulders. “There. Right there.”

I press the pad of my finger against that spot on her inner wall, the place that makes her eyes roll back in her head. Her legs slip from around my waist, spreading open on the mattress, as she rides the high. Her hips work, arching up to meet me.

Nuzzling my bearded cheek against her pebbled nipple, she gasps and tightens around my fingers.

“King...”

“I’ve got you, Mase.” I close my lips around her nipple and tug. She moans—loudly—and an animalistic sense of satisfaction runs through me at the idea that I’m the one making her make these noises that my roommates can definitely hear. Hell, our neighbors can probably hear her three doors down.

She falls apart, and slowly, I help her put the pieces back together, my fingers pumping slowly inside of her. She gives me a lazy, sated smile, wrapping her arms around my neck and bringing her lips to mine for a lazy, sated kiss.

“How are you feeling?”

“Fucking amazing,” she says, letting out a happy sigh. She scrapes her teeth over my shoulder.

I roll off of her, and she lets out a whine. Sitting on the edge of the bed, I reach for the unopened box of condoms—ribbed, for her pleasure. She sets her legs on either side of mine and wraps her arms around me, her head pillowed on my back.

Her hands don’t meet around my middle. I should feel embarrassed about that, a voice says in the back of my head, and I immediately dismiss it. Mason is tiny. I’m big. It works for us. She’s never complained or cared about my size.

Slowly, she slides her hand across my belly to my cock. She strokes me a few times, her tight little fist touching me exactly the way I need it. I wrap my hand around hers and together we touch me with strong, even strokes. Precum beads on the tip of my cock, and she coats her fingers in the sticky wetness, spreading it over my length.

“Is this what you’ve been doing the last two years?” she murmurs quietly to my back. Her other hand slips between my legs to cup my balls, her touch feather-light as she plays with the sensitive seam running up the middle. My cock jerks in our combined fists. “Do you touch yourself and think of me?”

“It was never as good as this.”