Queen In Play (The Manhattan Tales Book 2) (21 page)

Fuck. Me. 

I watched her bite her lower lip intently as she yanked the denim and boxer briefs down my legs.  My cock sprang free, standing straight to attention, raging, solid.  There was a positively sinful look etched on her beautiful face as she looked up at me from her position below. She began palming my cock with both hands. 

Spasms of pleasure rushed up my spine and I briefly closed my eyes.  Her tongue suddenly caressed my length, running from the base to the tip, where she licked up the bead of precum that had leaked.  My hands drove into her wild tresses, as I barely clung to my composure.  Her hot mouth drove up and down my cock, taking my length deeply against the back of her throat.

Oh, fuck.  I’m going to lose it…

My fingers curled around her hair, pulling against the scalp as her lips continued to bob.  I grabbed her head and forced her mouth down.  I felt the tip slide down her throat, and I lost my control.  My release surged in hot waves down her throat.  She pulled away, but still palmed my cock as she swallowed some, and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand.

I never meant to end such a romantic moment with such an intense blowjob.  I had intended for this to be about her.  She’d gone ahead and turned the tables, and my head was still spinning, overcome with the intensity of that climax... 
From her saying yes to marrying me. 

I had been a man who spent so many long years living an empty, shallow life.  I’d been convinced of one thing:  That I was incapable of loving, of being loved, and that such an emotion was sugar-coated and nonexistent.  Then Jillian stormed into my life and tore down those walls.  This is what it meant to love and be loved.

23. Jillian Pryor

He asked me to marry him!
  My mind was reeling, buzzing with so many thoughts, so much excitement.

My heart was full to bursting.  Mason had given me the ultimate surprise when he knelt down on one knee and asked the ultimate question. I was still trying to wrap my head around it.

I’d never tell him this, but he was adorably sexy as he struggled to pull that ring from the pocket of his pants.  Usually the smooth talker, he struggled with words. 

“Tonight, I’m going to show you just how much I fucking love you, Jill.”  His growl was like a velvety caress that sent tingles down my spine to my panties.

Not before I show you
, I thought to myself.  I felt him unravel in my mouth and as always, it was exquisite.  I wanted to do more with him in that shed, but my mom’s voice interrupted our heated moment.

We hurried to fix ourselves, and she opened the shed door only seconds after Mason had fastened his pants.  She looked between us with a raised eyebrow.

“What are you two doing?”  She asked, ready to lecture us both as though we were only kids in High School.  My mom has always had this uncanny tendency to treat Mason like he’s still seventeen. In my mom’s eyes, I am still seventeen.

I’m twenty-three now.  I’m not a starry-eyed kid around Mason, and I think my mom still sees us in that way.

“Mom,” I bit my lip before continuing.  “Mason just asked me to marry him!” I couldn't contain my excitement any longer.

I really, really hoped she wouldn’t dive into a lecture about how we hadn’t been dating long enough…

She simply stood there, blinking back and forth between the two of us.  Then, she smiled.  I felt a sense of relief in that moment.

“Oh honey.”  She pulled me into a hug.  Mason stood back, grinning slightly, but mom pulled him into a hug as well.

“When is the wedding?”  She asked, half joking.

I laughed.  “Mom!  I don’t know-”

“Soon.”  Mason’s short response answered the question.

The rest of my family had the same question.  Mason pulled the ring out to show my mom, aunt and Allie.

“Oh wow!  Jilly, can I be a bridesmaid?”  My cousin was bouncing in her sandals.

“Allie, you suck the surprise out of everything.  You didn’t even give me a chance to ask you.”  I laughed.  My heart was a hummingbird in my chest and I was flushed from the excitement.

Allie threw her arms around my neck and hugged fiercely.  It almost knocked me over.

“Where are you having the wedding?”  She asked.

“I don’t know.  I haven’t even had the ring sized for my finger yet.”  A sudden wave of fatigue washed over me. My cousin had so much energy it was exhausting. Or, maybe  I had sugar crash.  I shouldn’t have eaten those s’mores earlier. 

Once everyone had cooed over the gorgeous ring, Mason and I returned to our hotel in town.  It was a really nice hotel.  It was nothing in comparison to his large-scale chain that had recently expanded to Las Vegas, but it was comfortable.

****

Our visit with my family was short, but amazing.  Mason never said as much, but I could see how much he was enjoying himself.   Times were different, but he and Travis had reconnected.  I hadn’t seen Mason so relaxed in such a long time.  He had forgotten how much he enjoyed being with my family until that weekend. 

On the last day of our visit in Ohio,  Mason insisted on treating the rest of the family to lunch at a sports pub in town.  It was Travis’s recommendation, and the two spent the entire lunch outing arguing over whether the New York Yankees would smash the Toronto Blue Jays.  Boring.  Still, I’d deal with their stupid back-and-forth banter if it meant they were friends again. 

“Don’t be a stranger,” Travis said with a half-grin just before we slid into the rental car. 

“We won’t, and you’re welcome to come back to the city anytime.”  Mason responded as he held the passenger door open for me.

“If I can get some time off work, I’ll take a trip.”

“You can always come work for me.”  Mason smirked.

I rolled my eyes.  “You want everyone to come work for you.”

“That’s not true.” Mason frowned and I bit back a laugh.

Travis laughed and shook his head.  “I’m not coming to work for you.  That rule never changed.  Just bring my sister back soon.”  He slapped Mason on the shoulder.

“Soon,” Mason nodded, and then the faintest trace of a frown creased his brow.  “Possibly next month, actually.”

Oh my. It would be so nice to see my family again so soon. I hugged mom, Travis, and the rest of my family before slipping into the front passenger seat.  Even though I was sad to leave after a four- day weekend, I was still smiling from ear to ear.  Why shouldn’t I be smiling?  Mason and I were
engaged
… and I would be seeing my family again very soon.

24.  Jillian Pryor

“It’s so beautiful,” I breathed softly in admiration as I stared down at the yellow diamond that now fit my finger.  I stood in the sitting room, just in front of the expansive view of Manhattan. The sun had set and the city lights glittered below.  I’ll never become numb to the majestic beauty of this view.  Still, the gorgeous, scenic view will never compare to the ring Mason gave me.

“This will show everyone that you’re mine,” He gave a low, seductive whisper into my ear.  His tall, muscular frame came up behind and his strong arms wrapped around me.  Heat spread from my neck down to my damp panties while his lips and tongue hungrily savored the taste of my skin. 

His grasp was fierce as he pulled me more closely against his hard body.  His arms snaked around me in an embrace that I wouldn’t have been able to escape if I tried. 

“It’s all mine,” His whisper was a velvety growl as I felt the rock hard length of his cock press into my lower back.  Two large hands grabbed my breasts in a lustful grip.

“These tits are mine.” 

His fingers then raked down my curves and gripped my hips with such red-hot ferocity.  “These hips are mine.”  As he said this, he pulled me roughly against him, and thrust his thick bulge against me. 

His hand slid around my waist, raking the soft cotton of my yellow sundress up my thigh. Within seconds, his fingers were circling around my swollen, wet clit.  A soft moan escaped my lips.

“This pussy is mine.”  His voice was authoritative and domineering.  His British accent only made those words more sultry.  My body melted against his frame as those strong, commanding hands enjoyed every curve of my body.

Every nerve ending tingled with white-hot desire. 
My God. I’m marrying this… man.

His fingers continued to circle around my clit.  It was pulsing, tormented and throbbing.  I was close.  So close.

“Mason…”  I mewled.

“Shh.”  His breath was on my neck as I tried to remember to breathe.

The city lights continued to sparkle beneath us, but I was blissfully ignorant of it by this point.  The built-up pressure was a delicious ache in my core.  I felt my knees grow weaker, but Mason was holding my weight.

I felt him grinding hard against my ass while his fingers continued their slow, agonizing pleasure. 

“Bloody hell, Jill.”  Mason’s breathing was ragged.  “I’m taking you now.”

The intense rip of fabric assaulted my ears and for a single second, I looked down.  Shredded yellow cotton fell down around my bare feet, and the cool air hit my skin. My nipples ached stiffly.

A slight sting met my flesh as Mason brutally yanked the white lace around my hips.  He tossed the remains of my panties to the side.  Before I could think, my hands were forcefully bound above my head in a single, vice-like grip. 

With one hand binding my hands, he gripped my shoulder and forcefully walked me into his master suite.  It’s
our
master suite now.

“Close your eyes.  I’ll know if you disobey.”

I’m always tempted to defy him just so he’ll punish me, but I was aching so badly.  I needed to feel him inside me.

My eyes closed compliantly, and the smooth texture of synthetic nylon wrapped securely around my wrists, binding them together above my head.  He moved my arms up and down, to ensure I had the flexibility to support whatever he had planned.  My heart was raging in my chest, brimming with anticipation and wanton need.

His hands were commanding as he guided me to the side of the bed.  I felt a tug on my wrists as he looped something through the nylon binding.  I began to open my eyes-

“Don’t you dare. I said keep them closed, sweetheart.”

Those vehement words caused me to clamp my eyes shut.  I was so wet and aching with need…  I felt another stern tug as he tested the binding.

“On the bed.  On your knees.”  The order left no room for question.  I was so ready to feel him fill me up.

Without the full use of two hands, I struggled to position myself in the middle of the bed, resting my weight on two knees. I remained in position in the center of the bed.

“I’ll know if you open those gorgeous eyes, darling girl.”  His voice never lost its domineering quality.

The mattress indented  under his weight.  His hands pushed my head down into the duvet, leaving my ass arched high in the air.  I lacked the use of my hands since they were bound with synthetic nylon, tethered securely to one of four posts.  I felt exposed to him.  The cool air hit my swollen, wet pussy and I clenched in reaction. 

“Mmm.”  His hands furiously gripped my hips and I felt the tip of his cock play with my desperate, needy opening. 

“You’ve been such a good girl to obey.”  His voice was rich and deep against my back. 

Yes.  Please…  Just fuck me…

His lips planted lush, smoldering kisses in a path down my back, from my shoulder blades slowly down to my tailbone. 
Oh hell…
  Without realizing, I arched my ass higher in the air and bucked my hips toward him.  I was desperate for friction.  I hoped to tease him enough to give me what I wanted…

“Do you need something, darling?”  His voice was laced with sinful promise, deliberately tormenting me.

“Yes…  Please…”  I fidgeted from the antagonization he was giving.

He slipped a single finger into my slit, just enough to taunt, and then withdrew.  I responded with a pathetic whimper.

“Tell me how I can help you…”

I swallowed.  “You…”

His fingers raked down my back, and caressed in feather-light strokes along my hips and waist.  “Oh, but I’m right here…”

I thrust against him, trying to coax him, but his hand pressed down on my back, holding me in place.  His commands were silent, but profound.  My body stilled and I could only feel the heady thrum of my heart as it pulsed within my chest.

My weight was rested on my elbows and my knees.  His thumbs rubbed in circles against both cheeks of my ass and without warning, he slammed into me.

I cried out loudly from the impact  His torment already had my pussy so slick; it didn’t hurt.  His thrusting was carnal, rampant and furious as he filled me to the hilt.  He pulled out, keeping his grip anchored on both hips. 

“Goddamn, baby.  I’ll never get used to how good your tight little cunt feels.”  He pushed into my wet heat and kept up a furious tempo, driving in and out, hard and deep. 

A groan escaped me, overcome with pleasure.  He slowed his movements, grinding in a slow circular motion.  He was buried deep, and the intense pleasure was profound.  I think my eyes rolled to the back of my head.

With unspoken command, he flipped me onto my back, and then pulled my body upright so that my weight was positioned on his lap.  With a single thrust, he slammed into me again and held my hips, controlling the tempo as my thighs straddled him. He continued to grind against my G-spot.  My hands still remained bound, with the nylon rope tethered to the post at the headboard.

He continued thrusting, filling me completely.  My thighs straddled his lap while he dominated my body.  His forceful hands dug into the skin of my ass as he moved my body with his. 
My God.
  He made me feel feather-light…  I squeezed my eyelids closed, fighting the strong urge to open them and gaze upon his face.  Ripples of pleasure coursed through me as he hit my most sensitive spot over and over again. 

His lips crashed down on mine suddenly.  His tongue enveloped mine, before he sucked on my lower lip.  My eyes were still closed.  I could only
feel
… and
Bloody Hell
…

His lips consumed mine again as he moved my hips in a sensuous, rhythmic pace against his expert thrusting.  Delicious pleasure continued to consume me as I felt my impending orgasm build between my thighs.  His fingers would leave bruises on the cheeks of my ass by morning, but I didn’t care.  Continuously he filled me.  In, out. In, out.  I forgot myself and opened my eyes as I threw my head back.  Then my gaze landed directly on his.  Those fiery, carnal light brown eyes reminded me that I disobeyed. A single black eyebrow arched ever so slightly, and there was the faint trace of a smirk.  He was going to punish me.  I could see the hint of it.

He gripped my hips quite fiercely as the realization dawned on me.  After three solid thrusts, I clenched furiously as I came around his cock.

He let out a hiss of pleasure as my walls clamped around him.  I was still high on the ecstasy of my orgasm when he suddenly flipped me onto my knees again.  With expert hands, he pushed my body down so that my weight was resting on my elbows.  I was still reeling from the sudden shift in position when he slammed into me again.  My gasp was a whimper, sharp, loud and pathetic in sound. 

“I thought I told you to keep your eyes closed, love.” 

His tone was stern, authoritative as he relentlessly pommeled into my tight walls.  He was severe in his tempo, and I was still hyper-sensitive from the recent climax.  I cried out loudly, moaning his name repeatedly.

A sharp, reddening sting landed on the right cheek of my ass while his cock continued to drive deep and hard.

“Ah!”  I threw my head back, gasping from the ring that met my ass.  Another handprint was placed on my left cheek. 

Holy fuck.  Do that again.

I could sense the smirk on his face as he planted another handprint on my right ass cheek again.  I groaned in response.

“Naughty girl. It’s been awhile since you disobeyed.” 

He never paused his fucking, even while he spoke those seductive words and spanked my reddened ass.

His tempo was furious and merciless.  “What do you have to say for yourself?”

Another hand left my ass feeling crimson.  He drilled deep, hard and fast.  Everytime he spanked me, it sent a tingle of pleasure down to my pussy.   I bit my lower lip as I tried to shift my weight; the force of his thrusting was putting all the weight onto my elbows.  I felt every inch of him go deep.  So deep. 

“I’m sorry…”  I whimpered as his hand rang down one last time.

“Mm.” I heard his guttural groan as he pushed my head down into the mattress. 

His body pulsated as he came hard and deep inside me, gripping my left hip while his hand kept my head pinned into the mattress.  After three last sharp thrusts, he slowed his pace.  His breathing was harsh and ragged behind me.  The knots on the nylon binding loosened around my wrists and he gently massaged my wrists with love and affection.

“You should have just blindfolded me,” I teased.

A dark glint in his eyes met with mine.  A smirk crept up those irresistible lips.

“Believe me, my darling, if I wanted to blindfold you, I would have.  As you know, I can be very resourceful.”

“You knew I would open my eyes!” I exclaimed as he pulled me against his body. 

“Of course I did.”  He kissed my forehead with tenderness.  “I know you better than I know the back of my own hand. I wanted a good, sound reason to spank that delicious ass.”

“You are evil.”

His eyes flared and his perfect lips quirked upwards slightly.  “You have no idea, my Jilly Bean.”

****

We remained like this in bed for quite some time.  My head was rested on Mason’s chest and I dozed while listening to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat.  His arm was wrapped tightly around my body, pulling me close against his taut muscles.  I could spend the rest of my days like this in his embrace.  Nothing in my life has ever felt this right.

“Do you still want that dinner and movie I promised you?”  His question pulled me from my sleepy haze, and I blinked my eyes.

“You’ve exhausted me…”  I responded, returning to reality.

He chuckled, raking his fingers through my wild waves.

“We can do anything you like.  Stay in, or go out, or fuck.”  His voice was like a whispered kiss against my ear.

I laughed softly.  My man is insatiable.

At that moment, his cell phone buzzed.  Mason let out an agitated sigh and reached for the nightstand beside the bed.  He glanced at the screen, and then declined the call before he set it back on the night stand.

“Any thoughts on how you want to spend the evening?”  Mason asked, trying to lighten the mood.  It was too late for that, though.  I felt the difference in his body all of a sudden.  He’d gone from relaxed and content to rigid and sullen.  He was trying to mask it from me, but I knew him better than that.

Before I could answer his question, the cell phone buzzed repeatedly.  After declining the call two more times, his house line rang.

“Shouldn’t you answer that?  Or at least disconnect the phone for the night?” 

I knew who was calling him, and the knowledge sent a chilling tremor up my spine.  There was no way Mason has told his parents about our engagement, but there was no denying how they would react.  His father will go ballistic.  Mason will be disowned.  Am I really worth
that
?