A Little Bit Naughty (12 page)

He pushed his shorts and underwear down his hips, then grabbed his wallet and took out a condom. He ripped the package open and quickly rolled on the latex.

Jada pitched her head back and groaned toward the ceiling. “Oh, my God. I cannot believe we’re doing this.”

She felt Mason stiffen above her. She looked up at him.

“This isn’t going to be one-sided, Jada. Do you want to do this or not?”

“I want it,” she said, wrapping her arms around his neck. “I’ll miss our legendary arguments, but I have a feeling you’re about to make up for it.”

Grinning, he said, “I’ll figure out a way to occasionally piss you off if you want me to.”

He scooped one arm underneath her hips and lifted her bottom off the bed as he entered her. Jada’s entire being shivered with pleasure as he sank inch by gradual, delicious inch.

Gone was the serious lawyer. He obliterated every misconception she had as he took her body on the most sinfully erotic ride she’d ever had the pleasure of experiencing. Bracing himself above her with his hands on either side of her head, Mason slowly worshipped her body, gliding in and out with easy strokes, taking his time, trying different angles.

Jada squeezed her inner muscles, clutching his erection.

Mason gasped, his entire body stiffening.

“Do that again,” he begged.

She obliged. With every forward thrust, she constricted her inner walls, clasping his thickness, holding it inside of her. Mason steadily increased his pace, his hips pistoning back and forth, propelling her to a place she wasn’t sure she’d ever been before.

With one final thrust, Jada’s entire world exploded. She locked her legs around Mason and held on while her body seemed to burst into a million pieces.

She had no sense of time passing as she lay in her bed, her limbs too weak to even conjure the thought of moving. She concentrated on pulling in deep breaths, the need to replenish her oxygen level on the same scale as when she exercised for a solid hour without stopping.

When Jada finally regained enough strength to open her eyes, she discovered Mason looking down at her, a sexy smile tilting up his lips.

“What?” she asked, covering her eyes with her forearm.

“You really are adorable.”

She peeked at him. “I’m still not used to you calling me that.”

“Okay, I’ll stop.”

“No!” she said quickly, drawing a laugh from him. Her lips hitched up in a lazy smile. “I said I’m not used to it. Not that I didn’t like it.”

“In that case,” he said, lowering his head to her neck and giving her a gentle love bite. “I’ll call you that from now on.”

“Only when we’re alone,” she mandated.

He lifted his head. His brow peaked in quizzical inquiry, he asked, “What exactly does that mean?”

Jada covered her eyes again. “I don’t know,” she said. “It’s stupid, but for some reason it feels as if being with you is some kind of offense against Kiera.”

“That doesn’t make any sense, Jada.”

“Hence my use of the word ‘stupid’.” She let out a weary breath. “It’s just that Kiera and I have been best friends for so long, and we tell each other everything. When I didn’t tell her about what happened the night I ran out of gas, it was as if I faced a fork in the road and decided to take the path of deception.”

“Are you always this deep after sex?”

“Shut up, Mason.” She laughed.

He dipped his head low and captured her lips in another kiss before propping himself up on his elbow and resting his head on his balled fist.

“If you don’t want Kiera to know that you’re shagging her brother, that’s fine with me. But if I have to keep this a secret, you’ll need to make it worth my while.”

Excited tremors fluttered around her stomach at the wickedly sexy glint in his eyes.

“What’s going on in that head of yours?” Jada asked.

“Where do you keep that hot pink polka dot bag?”

The tremors in her stomach increased. So did Mason’s grin.

“The front closet,” she answered.

Placing a swift kiss on her lips, he pushed himself off the bed, and without a hint of modesty, walked his firm, naked ass out of her bedroom.

“Goodness,” Jada whispered, covering her eyes again. “Who in the hell would have thought?”

***

Mason grabbed the innocent looking bag from the front closet’s top shelf and carried it back to Jada’s room. He found her sitting up in the bed, her naked body completely exposed.

How could she look so much better than she’d ever looked in his fantasies?

“Bring that here,” she said, patting the bed.

His eyes widened. “A bit eager, aren’t we?”

“Just earning your silence,” she said.

He set the bag on the bed and Jada unzipped it.

“Hmm, where should we start?” Mason asked. “You’re the expert here, I think you should decide.”

The smile she sent his way was pure sin, and Mason got the distinct impression that this would go down in history as the best Saturday afternoon of his life.

“You know these are only supposed to be for selling purposes, right?” Jada asked. “If we use any of this, I’m going to have to buy another set to display when I do a party.”

“I’ll pay for everything in that damn bag,” Mason said.

Her head flew back with her laugh. He tried to tear his eyes away from her breasts, but they were so perfect in every way imaginable, he just could
not
look away. But then Jada slipped a red, velvet bag from the travel case, and his eyes found something else to focus on.

The pouch had
The Masquerade Collection
embroidered across it in black script. Jada untied the drawstring, reached in, and pulled out several black sashes. She took one of the silken yards of material and stretched it across her breasts, dragging it back and forth across her nipples.

His knees damn near buckled.

“Do you trust me?” Jada asked.

Mason licked his lips and swallowed deep. “Depends on what you’re planning to do.”

“I promise I won’t hurt you.”

“I didn’t say you couldn’t hurt me.”

She let out a playful, exaggeratedly shocked gasp. “Mason Coleman! Who in the hell knew?”

Mason climbed onto the bed. He twisted around and scooted back until his shoulder blades met the headboard. His breathing escalated as Jada pressed down on his shoulders, urging him to lie back on the mattress. She slipped a pillow underneath his head and tied the silken sash she’d been rubbing across her breasts over his eyes.

Mason swallowed a moan.

His pulse throbbed as she captured his right hand and tied another sash around his wrist. His arm was tugged upward as she tied the other end of the sash to the bedpost. She repeated it with his left hand.

Moments later, Mason flinched as he felt her soft lips upon his chest. The loss of his sight heightened the awareness of his sense of touch. He felt her on every inch of his skin.

She peppered him with delicate, silken kisses, trailing her tongue down the center of his chest, dragging the tip around his flat nipple before lightly flicking it across the distended nub. Mason hissed at her feather-light touch. He wanted more.

She kissed her way down his stomach, her tongue swirling around his bellybutton before continuing its descent along the trail of hair that stretched from his navel to the erection that pulsed so hard it caused him physical pain.

“Jada,” Mason moaned. He couldn’t think of anything to say but her name. Coherent thought had left him the minute her lips had fallen upon his skin.

Her palm fisted around the base of his shaft and started a slow glide. She rubbed him up and down, increasing the pressure and speed.

When Mason felt the first wet sensation of her tongue on him, he nearly lost it then and there. He ground the back of his head into the pillow, clenching his jaw tightly as Jada’s mouth covered his cock.

He reached for her, but was held back by the constraints imprisoning his wrists. He was dying to run his fingers through her hair, to clamp onto the back of her head and direct her movements as she sucked him long and hard. He wanted to tear the sash from his eyes so he could see her head bobbing up and down, to see his erection being swallowed into her hot, skillful mouth. Not being able to see her, not being able to touch her, it was pure, sweet torture.

Mason felt the intense throbbing that signaled an orgasm begin to build in his lower half. He clinched his fists, trying to hold off the inevitable.

Until Jada went all the way down, taking all of him in her mouth, the tip of his cock hitting the back of her throat.

He lost it.

“Fuck!” Mason bit out, his hips bucking off the bed as he came in intense, hot spurts. And still she didn’t relent, continuing to suck him until he’d released everything he had inside her.

He collapsed onto the bed, completely spent. The effort it took just to get air into his lungs was frightening. The woman damn near killed him.

“That’s just the start,” he heard Jada whisper against his ear. “But I think you’ll need to lose the blindfold for what comes next.”

Her hands went behind his head, releasing the sash. Her perfect breasts were just inches from his face, but before he could lunge forward to capture one with his mouth, she retreated. She reached back on the bed and brought another pillow forward, stuffing it underneath his head so that he sat up slightly.

Mason had no idea what she was preparing to do, but his heart began to pound in anticipation. She leaned over the edge of the bed where he’d placed the travel bag and came up with the blue dildo she’d wielded the other day.

“I seem to remember promising you a demonstration,” she said, languidly looping the hard plastic around her breasts.

His stomach clenched as every muscle in his body tensed.

Her smile as naughty as anything he’d ever seen before, she positioned herself between his legs, planting her feet on either side of his hips. Her knees slowly parted and she drew the tip of the dildo along her inner thighs, moving in unhurried circles.

Mason’s breath came in hard pants as he watched her caress her skin with the toy. She swirled it up her stomach, to her breasts, teasing her nipples with the tip.

Jada levered herself up on one elbow, shooting him a devilish smile as she inserted the thick blue rod into her mouth. She sucked several times, coating it.

Mason knew what was coming next. His chest tightened as he waited for it.

As he’d anticipated, Jada pulled the wet dildo from her mouth and drove it inside of her, plunging the sex toy deep. Mason clamped his teeth down on his bottom lip to stop himself from crying out.

He looked on in excited, tortured fascination as Jada worked the dildo in and out, increasing the pace, her hips pumping with the motion, matching the thrust of her hands.

The soft cries rising from her throat fueled his desire. Mason pulled at the restraints. He needed to touch her so bad he could hardly breathe.

“Dammit, Jada. Untie me.”

She didn’t answer him. Her head was thrust back, her body writhing as she plunged the dildo inside of her with fast, furious strokes with one hand while the other circled her clit. Her legs began to tremble and her back bowed off the bed as she cried out.

Cum erupted from his cock, spurting over his stomach.

Mason collapsed on the bed again, trying hard to catch his breath. He wasn’t sure if he even could, but if he died at this very moment, he would go with a smile on his face.

***

Jada sat cross-legged on a mountain of fluffy bedding, sucking peanut butter from a spoon. “I thought you said you needed to go to your office today,” she said.

Mason looked up from where he was sprawled across the center of her bed. “Do you really think I would leave this? Be real, woman.”

“Good,” she said with a wink. “You shouldn’t be working on a Saturday anyway.”

“Now that I think about it, I can’t remember the last time I took a Saturday off. I don’t drive out to the firm, but as soon as I’m done with breakfast at Mom’s, I’m in my home office all day and into the night.”

“Mason, Mason, Mason. Always so responsible,” she teased.

“I don’t know any other way to be.”

Jada sobered. After a moment, she spoke. “You’ve shouldered a lot of responsibility for a very long time, haven’t you?”

He shrugged. “I’m not complaining.”

“You never do. For as long as I’ve known you, you’ve taken care of Kiera and your mother with very little complaint, and I know Kiera gave you a lot to complain about.”

“Mainly because you were the one who would egg her on.”

She grinned. “I was just trying to find ways to get under your skin. You were always so cool and calm. It was hard to get you riled up about anything.”

“If you only knew… You didn’t have to do anything to get me riled up, if you know what I mean.” He wiggled his eyebrows and Jada doubled over with laughter. He dodged the pillow she threw at his head.

“I still don’t believe you felt anything other than absolute disgust toward me back then. You just aren’t that good of an actor, Mason Coleman.”

“Are you kidding me?” He laughed.

Jada studied him as, still lying on his back, he grabbed the round throw pillow she’d pitched at him and tossed it up in the air.

“I used to especially love it when you would come over to the house after a basketball game without bothering to change out of your cheerleading uniform. You don’t even want to know some of the things I imagined doing to you when I went into my room.” He lolled his head to the side and grinned at her. “Actually, you made a couple of those fantasies come true a little while ago.”

Jada threw her head back, her peal of laughter echoing off the ceiling. “Consider it an olive branch to make up for the things I got your sister into when we were in high school. I know we caused you a lot of headaches.”

“You weren’t too bad. If I was given the choice of which crowd I’d want Kiera to fall in with, it would have been you and Callie.”

Jada put a hand to her chest. “My goodness. Who knew there was such a sweet guy living under all that starchiness?”