City of Sin (6 page)

Bee

I felt slightly dizzy when he finally released me from his
grip. I was in way over my head. This wasn't me. I didn't have sex with
strangers. A few people passed by us on the sidewalk.
Are they staring?

I looked up at Mason, but realized his eyes were on my
cleavage. I glanced down.
Shit
. My dress had slid down during out kiss.
My lace bra was peeking out above the neckline. No wonder people were staring.
I quickly grabbed the top of my dress and lifted the neckline back in place.

"I was considering our options," Mason said, as his
eyes wandered over the rest of me. I had never felt so self-conscious in my
life.

"Options?"

"Well, I could either wait to take you back to my place,
or I could give you your dessert right now. It seems like the thought of
getting caught excites you."

"What?" I looked around us again. It was late, but
there were dozens of people around us.
The city that never sleeps.

"Take your pick, Bee."

I stared back at him. Where did he even mean? We couldn't do
it here. My heart was racing. He was right, I did get turned on by the thought
of getting caught. Or maybe I was just so turned on because of the way he was
looking at me.
What is happening to me?

"Can't decide, huh? I'll give you five seconds, or I'll
decide for you."

"I..."

"How about both?" He grabbed my hand and led me
down the street.

"Where are we going?" I almost had to jog to keep
up with him. He didn't answer me. He just walked silently, looking to the left
and right.

"This will do," he finally said. He stepped left,
pulling me with him toward a back alley.

I stood my ground. "I'm not going down there. Are you
trying to get mugged?"

"No one would try to mug me. I'm going to fuck you,
right here, right now." He lightly brushed my cheek with his fingertips.

His words were naughty but his touch was gentle. A chill ran
down my spine.

"Let's go. Now."

When I didn't respond, he slapped my ass hard. I yelped in
surprise.
Oh my God!
Any passerby could have seen that. My heart was
beating so fast. I stood there staring at him.

"Bee, you do not want to make me wait."

"Maybe I do." I was more aroused than ever. I liked
the feeling of the sting from his palm.

He slapped my ass again.

"I like when you do that."

I watched his Adam's apple rise and fall. He exhaled slowly
as he looked down at me. "I told you not to make me wait." He bent
down and lifted me over his shoulder.

"Mason, put me down," I hissed. But I didn't really
want him to. His hand gently caressed the spot where he had slapped me. I
couldn't control the moan that escaped from my lips. With each step into the
darkness of the alley, I wanted him more and more.

He stopped and slowly set me back down on my feet by a
dumpster. The alley was anything but sexy, but Mason made up for it. His face
was shadowed, but I could still see his chiseled jaw.

"Do you think anyone can see us?" I asked.

I watched as Mason unbuttoned and unzipped his pants. He
pushed them and his boxers down slightly, releasing his massive cock.

"Do you really care?

I gulped. He wasn't lying. He was huge. His cock didn't even
compare to Patrick's. There was no way that I could fit the whole thing in my
mouth.

"That's what I thought," he said. "Don't be
shy, baby. You know you want to know what a real man feels like."

I was mesmerized. I reached out my hand and wrapped it around
him. He groaned in response and stiffened even more. My hand barely fit around
him. I ran it up and down his length and he groaned again. His cock felt strong
and muscular.
Is that even possible?
It didn't matter. I knew exactly
what I wanted and I didn't care if it was wrong. I needed to know what it felt
like for him to be inside of me.

I continued to stroke him as I stood on my tiptoes and kissed
him. He pushed my back against the brick wall and lifted both my hands above my
head, holding me firmly in place. He pressed his erection against me and I met
it with my hips.
Even this feels good
.

"I promised you dessert. Get on your knees." He
released my hands.

I wasn't good at giving head. Patrick had even told me that.
But I had never wanted a cock as much as I wanted Mason's. Just the thought of
him in my mouth made me breathless. I wanted to taste him. I pressed my finger
against my lower lip.

"Turn around."

"What?" I was just about to kneel. I wanted him.

"You need to learn to obey me."

Obey
. Everything below my waist clenched.

"Put your hands on the wall."

I gulped and quickly turned around. Whatever he was about to
do, I wanted it. I wanted his massive cock so deep inside of me that I
screamed.

As soon as my hands touched the cold wall, Mason was pushing
up my coat and dress. My ass was completely exposed, the cold nipping at my
cheeks.

"Spread your legs."

I followed his instructions. He was about to give me exactly
what I wanted. But instead of his hard cock thrusting inside of me, I felt his
fingertips brush the back of my knee.
Oh
. He ran his fingers up the back
of my thigh. I arched my back, shoving my ass higher into the air. I needed
him.

He answered with a hard slap on my bare ass. The sound
echoing in the alleyway was worse than the feeling. Actually, it felt good. He
caressed my cheek where his hand had landed. The contrast was unsettling. He
slapped me again. I felt my ass jiggle under his hand.
Why do I like this?

I could hear his breathing getting heavy behind me.
Is he
getting off to this?
I wanted him to get off inside of me, not like this.
He slapped me again, harder, and I let out a yelp of pain.

He grabbed the sides of my dress and pulled it down. He
smoothed the cloth back in place and gently cupped my searing cheek. I
whimpered under his touch.

"Now get on your knees."

I didn't hesitate this time. I turned around, got down on my
knees, and stared up at him, waiting for whatever was next. He was stroking
himself as he looked down at me. If it was possible, his erection had gotten
even thicker.

"Is this what you want, Bee?" He continued to
stroke himself.

I nodded. I did, I wanted him. "Yes."

"Tell me exactly what you want."

"I want you in my mouth. I want all of you, Mason. Every
inch."

"Fuck, Bee." He grabbed a fistful of my hair and
shoved his cock into the back of my throat.

Mason

Her mouth wasn't big enough for me, but she was taking it
all. She said she wanted every inch and I was going to deliver. I gripped her
hair and pushed myself deeper into her throat. She still had lust in her eyes.
She liked the taste of me.
Just wait until I cum right in that sweet mouth
.
You'll drink down every ounce and beg me for more
.

Bee moaned and tightened her lips around my shaft.
Fuck
.
I released her hair. I wanted to see what those red lips could do. She locked
eyes with me as her mouth slid to my tip. Her tongue swirled around me.

She reached up and gripped my balls in her hand as she slid
her lips down. I felt the familiar pull deep in my gut. This girl was good. I
wanted to fuck her warm mouth, but I waited. She was enjoying this as much as
me, and I wanted her to get a good taste of what I was going to do to her
later. I groaned when my tip hit the back of my throat. I felt the resistance, but
I wanted to enter that tightness and claim her mouth.

I reached my hand to the back of her head. But I didn't have
to push her deeper. Instead, she grabbed my ass and took my cock all the
fucking way down.

Her lips trembled around me as a moan escaped from her lips.
This girl wasn't innocent at all. She was a fucking animal.

Bee pulled back and her tongue swirled around my tip again,
teasing me. She leaned forward and grabbed the base of my shaft. She slid her
hand and mouth up and down in perfect rhythm, faster and faster. Her throat
must be sore, but I wasn't done with it yet.

She moaned again.
I bet she's dripping wet now, just
wishing I was pounding that tight pussy
.

I unwound her hand from my length. "Touch
yourself."

I watched as she slid her hand up her thigh.
Shit
. I
wanted that to be me. I wanted to taste her again.

She hesitated at the top of her thigh.

"Pretend it's my tongue, deep inside of you, making you
come all over again."

She slid her hand between her thighs. She moaned as she
touched herself, her lips vibrating against my shaft. She had the perfect
amount of suction. I groaned as I watched her head bobbing up and down. She
pumped her hand between her thighs as she sucked me hard. A girl getting
herself off made me hard as a rock.

I grabbed a fist full of her hair and pounded myself inside
her mouth. She locked eyes with me again. "Time for dessert,
sweetheart." I grabbed her hair harder and thrust myself deep inside her
wet mouth, pounding against the back of her throat. After several more thrusts
I felt me cock throb against her lips. My hot cum shot into her mouth, again
and again. Her eyes glazed over as she drank me down hungrily. She moaned
against my shaft, sending a chill down my spine.

When she pulled away, she wiped the side of her mouth and put
her finger in her mouth. Fuck was she sexy. I wanted those red lips around me
all over again. Her other hand was still between her thighs, swirling around
that tight pussy. She watched me as I zipped my pants. I knew exactly what she
wanted.

"Bee," I said softly and rubbed my thumb against
her bottom lip. Her skillful mouth had earned her a reward. "It's your
turn."

She bit her lip where my thumb had just been. I reached down,
grabbed both her hands, and pulled her off her knees. I pushed her back against
the brick wall, reached down, and slid my hand between her hot thighs. She
needed to know the way that she had made me feel. I plunged my finger deep
inside of her.

She tilted her head back against the wall. "Mason,"
she moaned breathlessly.

I pumped my hand relentlessly, watching her breathing hitch
with every pump. She was so wet for me, and I wanted her sweet juices again. I
pushed her thighs apart and bent down in front of her, shoving my tongue inside
that delicious cunt.

She moaned again. "Oh God!"

I trailed my free hand up her stomach until I found her
luscious breasts. I squeezed her breast hard as I licked up and down her slit.
Her body writhed against my hand. She was so responsive to my tongue and my
touch. I felt my dick swell against my pants, imagining how she'd react with me
deep inside her.

I slid my fingers back inside her tightness and placed my
lips around her clit.

"Mason!"

I sucked hard and felt her clench around my fingers. I
squeezed her breast again as she came.
Fuck
. She had come again for me
in less than a minute.
Where has this girl been hiding?

Bee

My knees felt weak. If he wasn't still holding me against the
wall I would have melted to the ground. He kissed the inside of my thigh before
pulling my dress back down. I bit my lip. Everything he did and said was dirty.
It was scary how much he affected me.

He stood up and put his hands on the brick wall on either
side of my head. I gulped. He already had another erection. I could feel it
pressed against my thigh, right next to where he had just kissed me. He leaned
in so that our lips were less than an inch apart. His breath was warm. The cold
wind was picking up around us. I shivered as I stared back at him.

This was unbearable. The intensity I felt with him seemed
unreal. He was irresistible. I tilted my head back so that he'd kiss me. When
his kiss didn't come, I wrapped my arms around the back of his neck and made
the move. His kiss was soft and gentle. His tongue tasted like sex. I needed
him now, all of him.

"You promised me something," I whispered as
seductively as I could.

"I'm true to my word, Bee." He let his hands fall
from the wall and he intertwined his fingers with mine. He led me out of the
alley.

Once we were back on the sidewalk, he let go of my hand and
stared at me.

"It's freezing." My teeth were chattering.
"Can we go?" What, was he going to make me beg to take me back to his
place?

"Show me what you got."

"What do you mean?"

"Get us a taxi."

"Isn't that the man's job?"

"Yeah, but I'm no gentleman. Don't start getting the
wrong idea about me now. Besides, you need to learn how not to be a
pushover."

"I'm not a pushover," I said. His words stung
because they were true. I thought about how I was always the last one at the
office. And how I let my boss hit on me without standing up for myself. I was a
pushover for coming to New York in the first place. I hated it here. This was
the first good night I'd had in months.

"Show me what you got," Mason repeated.

I turned to the street. A taxi was coming by. I waved my hand
and stepped out onto the curb. The taxi sped by.

I sighed. "They usually stop."

"Watch and learn, sugar." Mason cracked his
knuckles.

I rolled my eyes at him.

He stepped onto the curb. As the next cab came into view, he
put his fingers to his mouth and whistled while sticking his other hand out to
signal the driver. The taxi pulled up in front of us.

"Well that's great if you can whistle."

"You can't whistle?"

I shook my head.

"I'm surprised." He leaned in close. "Your
lips are very talented, Bee."

I blushed. I had never liked giving head before, but with
Mason it was different. Everything was different with him. And he still had
more to show me.

"After you," he said. I reached for the handle, but
he quickly grabbed it before me.

"Déjà vu."

"You have to stand right by where the door opens. Or
else you can easily be swooped."

"Swooped? Is that was assholes call that move?"

Mason opened up the door. "Get in."

I slid into the seat. He slammed the door and quickly walked
around the taxi. He got in beside me.
This is it
. I was becoming one of
those girls. The kind that sleep around. I had never slept with anyone but
Patrick. And everything I had already done with Mason seemed better.
What if
I don't want this to be a one night stand?
He wasn't the commitment type.
There was absolutely no way.

He moved to the middle seat so that my left side brushed
against him. That feeling of electricity shooting through me would never get
old. He leaned over and grabbed my seatbelt. He pulled the strap across my
torso and buckled it in place. His eyes locked with mine. He liked me strapped
down. Was he really going to tie me up back at his place? I was more excited
than nervous at the prospect.

He turned to face the driver. "Trump
International." Mason quickly buckled his own seatbelt and leaned back.
"And we're in a hurry."

"Of course, sir." The driver turned off the curb
and sped off into the night.

"I thought you said we were going to your place?" I
asked.

"That's where I live."

"Isn't that an office building?"

"No, Bee, it's a hotel."

"You live in a hotel?" Was he loaded? Marie and
Carter hadn't mentioned anything about that.

"It has apartments too. Well, condos, technically."

"Where?"

"I'm not sure I want to tell you that. You could be a
stalker after all."