Chapter 391: Not a gentleman (NSFW)

Lexi wasn't wearing any kind of bra. As the thin, red dress dropped to her waist her small, perky breasts were almost right in Mason's face. He lifted her up higher with his hands on both firm cheeks, sucking her already hard nipples. Lexi gasped and squirmed as his mouth took them in, her hands on his arms as she closed her eyes and moaned.

"A sex toy…doesn't do that," she said, voice pinched as she gripped his hair. Her nipples were obviously sensitive like Becky's, which was definitely a good thing. She'd found Mason's increasingly hard length now pressing against his pants, and started grinding slowly against it. Her body was so small and tight and amazing, Mason couldn't decide what to do with himself.

On one hand he had the urge to be gentle and sweet, to take his time and make sure she loved every second. On the other, he wanted to see how much she screamed as he completely stuffed and rammed her cute little body into the table.

He pulled back and just looked at her squirm on top of him, admiring her beautiful face as she kept on grinding.

"What?" she said, smiling at him when she opened her eyes.

"You're really enjoying yourself, aren't you?"

She opened her mouth in mock offence, slapping his cheek lightly.

"A gentleman's not supposed to point that out."

Mason snorted, the desire to make this girl scream his name and beg for more rising with every second.

"I ain’t a gentleman."

He unbuttoned and unzipped, watching Lexi bite her lip as he stripped down his pants until only the tiny layer of her panties was between them.

"You're really going to fuck me? Right here?" she whispered. Mason grinned and kissed her, moving the strip covering her to the side, until her lips were sliding up and down his length. She gasped and kept going, her wetness soon coating half his shaft.

"I'm not doing anything," he said with a grin. "You're the one playing with your toy."

"Uh huh." She moaned and started moving faster, swollen lips sliding back and forth, sometimes wiggling as she ground down into him. For once he managed some patience and just held her ass to help her move, giving the occasional slap of encouragement, or sucking on her nipples.

"Oh God." She started shaking and screwing up her rhthym, so Mason helped her along with his hands on her hips. She took several ragged breaths before crying out, biting his shoulder to muffle her scream as she came.

"I think I bit you," she said a little later, wiping some spit off his shirt.

"You'll make it up to me," he said, adjusting her position slightly. He put his tip against her opening. She gasped and gripped his shoulders, then he slowly slid himself inside her.

"Oh shit." She leaned forward and wrapped her arms around his neck, giving him a nice view of her toned back and ass as he kept sliding her down his shaft. She winced and kind of whimpered a few times as Mason slowly pushed her all the way down.

"Good girl," he said, growling at the warm, tight feel of her, at the pleasure of his world narrowing and shrinking, his mind clearing of everything else. He wasn't sure exactly how drug addicts felt, but he was pretty sure it was about the same as him in that moment.

He took her in long, slow strokes as she clung to him, lost in her moans and quivers, her incredible tightness as she clamped around him almost every second thrust.

"I feel like I'm being rewarded," she moaned in his ear. "Like your cock's my prize for being so good for so long."

Mason groaned and sped up, kissing her and giving her his tongue, which she sucked and licked with a wild enthusiasm that worked perfectly in the moment. It was like she could read him, the same way she'd seen right through him before.

"You deserve to be taken care of," she told him, meeting his eyes. "I want to take care of you."

Mason was slowly realizing this might not just be some friend of Rosa's he had the good fortune of fucking. He looked into Lexi's deep, brownish, greyish eyes and lost himself as quick as he lost himself in her body. He felt selfish, then, having a girl like this when he already had Haley. And Becky. And Rosa. And Naya…

But Lexi knew all that, and didn't seem to care. He had no idea how long they stayed like that, Lexi half riding him, half taking whatever he gave, moaning and kissing him with her hands in his hair.

He didn't even think about finishing, it just happened. One second he was lost in the little Brit's moans and smile. The next he was groaning and grabbing her perky ass and pumping up into her.

Lexi put her forehead to his and kept moving when he slowed.

"Let go," she said. "I want it all. I want all of you."

Mason shuddered as the pressure released. He groaned and gripped Lexi's ass he pumped and released inside her, mind a total blank except for the feel of his pleasure filling her. She cried out in something like joy, slamming down on his cock and clenching like she was squeezing out a tube.

When he felt completely drained he finally let out a breath, looking into Lexi's still smiling face before she kissed him again. Then she sighed and leaned forward without a word, just hugging him tightly with his cock still buried.

It was perfect. Just what he wanted. He held here there without a word and breathed, not entirely sure what had just happened to him.

* * *

"Do you want to eat more? Or go back?"

Mason blinked as Lexi kissed him awake. She was adjusting his collar as if to fix him, which was a bit funny since she was mostly naked and still speared on his cock.

"Ahh." Mason winced, not sure he should even suggest it. "You can say no. But, before we left, Becky was hoping...I might...we might, let her be...involved, somehow, before the night was over."

Lexi stared into his eyes with that increasingly familiar look of sharp intuition, and Mason was about to reiterate she could definitely say no before she grinned.

"Becky is brilliant. And...the whole cowgirl thing is pretty sexy. I'd love to. As long as I'm with you."

Mason kissed her again, hardly comprehending how easy that had been, and how he'd been unsure about a date night with Lexi.

"Want another drink first?"

"Yes please." Lexi leaned back as if to teleport something, then realized there wasn't a pad. "Hmm. Now how am I supposed to..."

A blurred arm literally emerged from the purple shield holding some kind of pink, girly drink. Lexi giggled and took it. She raised it as if in toast, then chugged it back with a few swallows and a grimace. Then she kissed him, and she tasted sweet and cold and it felt like some kind of post-coital dessert.

"OK," she said, wiggling a little in excitement. "Let's go make the beast with three backs. The menage a trois. Oh shit that probably just got translated. I can't even use French expressions. So much wasted education."

Mason grinned, tempted to start another round right then. "It didn’t translate. But that might be my only knowledge of French. Now stop wiggling or we aren't going anywhere."

"Oh. Right. Sorry. But not really."

Lexi pulled up her dress and Mason helped with the straps, kissing Lexi's shoulders first and causing her to shiver.

"Um. Yep. Do that later. And..." Mason ran his fingers lightly up her back, and Lexi shivered again with a grin. "And that. I'll probably do whatever you tell me."

"You'll do whatever I tell you anyway," he whispered in her ear, then slowly lifted her off his lap. She whined as he came dripping out of her, then did her best to get her dress and hair straightened. "Oh dear," she said, looking at several wet spots. "I'm pretty obvious."

"It's dark," Mason said, getting his clothes back on. "Anyway..."

"I know, you don't care," Lexi finished. "But a girl should have a bit of modesty. My parents would be mortified. And wouldn't you like my newly discovered sluttyness all for yourself?"

Something about the words had Mason going again. He grabbed Lexi and pulled her close, though she was so short she hardly made it up to his chest. He picked her up so he could kiss her, and she wrapped her legs around his waist, grinning as she met his eyes.

"I can't believe you were in my house for weeks and I didn't do a damn thing about it."

Lexi shrugged, looking up with a quirked mouth like she wasn't surprised, and he was just a big dumb idiot.

"Can I make it up to you?" he said, feeling better already than he had all day. And maybe for quite awhile.

"Oh I think I can find some use for my toy," she said, then looked a little shy. "Do you think you can...get Becky to wear her hat? And maybe her boots? And um, not much else? But do not tell her it was my idea."

Mason chuckled as a wave of lust shot down his body. He set Lexi down as he dropped the 'private' mode he now realized was a temporary option in his profile view.

"Oh, I am absolutely going to tell her," he said.

"Mason you will not," Lexi said, hilariously trying to crush his big, superhuman grip with her tiny little hand. He just grinned and led her towards the door, feeling every eye crawl back over him.

Of course the eyes were all over him before, so he had no idea if it was 'busted for having sex' stares or just more 'there goes the anti-christ' stares. He supposed it didn't make much difference. And strangely enough, he was kind of getting used to it.

He walked Lexi back down the romantically lit path, tempted a few times to drag her into the bushes or the lush looking grass. When he glanced her way he could see she felt exactly the same, which was a thing all in itself.

Instead he rushed her forward, lifting her in a fireman's carry when she struggled with her shoes. She giggled and kicked her feet as he sped up to proper speed, damn near sprinting to get back to the hotel room.