Page 81 of Game Plan

“I don’t feel like it.”

I scanned the length of him, not sure how to breach the barrier he had erected between us. I usually was the one putting up a wall to guard myself, and the realization he had done the same threw me off my game. Until I noticed his erection pushing against the fabric of his sweatpants. I blinked, thinking my mind was playing tricks on me, but no. Mason was aroused right now. How could he be? We were fighting, and it wasn’t the kind of fight filled with sexual tension. We’d had plenty of these in the past where I’d almost kissed him—or was desperate for him to kiss me—so I knew the difference.

As if he realized his dick was inches away from my face, he used a hand to cover his crotch.

“Why are you—?” I motioned toward his groin with my chin.

“Why I have a boner?”

I nodded slowly, my gaze trailing from his hand, up his bare chest, only to rest on his face.

“It’s a side effect. It’ll go away eventually.” He paused, looking right into my eyes, but it felt as if he was staring into my soul. “Or I might need to take care of it…myself. This stuff makes me horny.”

“Oh.” My mouth spoke before my brain could catch up. “What if”—I closed my eyes but couldn’t keep the words inside—“I took care of it.”

Surprise flashed across his face. “Nah. I would never ask you to.” He dragged a hand over his face. “It’s my problem, and I’ll deal with it.”

I lifted myself higher on my knees and removed his hand covering his hard-on. Mason froze, a weird expression painting his face. With the few bits of courage waltzing inside me, I slipped my hand under the waistband of his sweatpants. His erection bobbed against my fingers, its warmth filling my palm when I closed my fist around it. It was softer and bigger than I remembered.

All I could hear was his sharp intake of breath and my pounding heart.

His throat worked on a swallow. “Mel, you don’t have to.”

“I want to. It changes nothing between us, though. I’m only bringing you some relief.”

He snorted. “Relief? That’s one way of putting it.”

“Shut up, Mase.”

Before he could argue any longer, I moved my hand up and down in a slow rhythm, eliciting a few muffled curse words from him. His entire body straightened as I accelerated the pace of my hand. Sure, I had touched him before, but the last time I did, he stopped me halfway through, and I never got to finish what I had started.

Mason clutched the side of the countertop with his fingers like he was trying to keep his hands off me or some of his self-control in check. Without releasing him, I tugged his pants down. He lifted his ass to help me lower them mid-thigh, freeing his erection.

I stilled. It was the first time I was seeing him naked from the waist down, and for some reason, I couldn’t tear my eyes away. Neither of us seemed to know what to do now. This was uncharted territory for us, and I was the one with the power to keep going or to stop.

His hard-on pulsed inside my grip, begging me to take care of it.

Feeling bolder than usual, I pried his hand off the counter and placed it against the back of my head. Our eyes met, and he stared at me with longing. After I ordered my mind to go on a break, I leaned forward until I could swirl my tongue against the hard tip of him.

Mason shivered and entangled his fingers in my hair. “Fuck. You should stop.” He exhaled. “Never stop.” I could sense his inner battle. “You have no idea what you’re doing to me. I shouldn’t let you.” More curse words tumbled out. “You’re too fucking good at this.”

“I haven’t done anything yet.”

“That’s where you’re wrong. So, so wrong⁠—”

Not losing a moment and not giving him a choice, I closed my mouth around him, stealing his ability to talk. Moving my hand lower, I pumped him at the same time I played him with my tongue.

I did not have a lot of experience in giving head, but from the way Mason rocked his hips forward and started fucking my mouth, I figured I must have been doing it right.

“Mel… Fuck…” His loud growl shook through my entire being. A string of unintelligible words followed.

I risked a look at him. His eyelids were hooded, his lips pinched into a thin line, and a soft red hue colored his cheeks. He watched me with so much intensity and heat that I yearned to be watched like this for the rest of my life. I increased the rhythm, hooked on the way I made him feel. It wasn’t every day I could witness Mason Pierce losing control, and I relished every second of it.

“I’ll… Jesus, Mel. If you don’t stop, I’ll come.” When he spoke through gritted teeth, it sounded painful. My insides clenched at the sound of his low, husky voice.

It was my first encounter with aroused Mason, and this side of him was highly addictive.

He massaged my skull with his fingers and forced me to lift my mouth from him.