Hollywood Bad Boys Club: Book 2: Mason by Alexis Adaire Read Free Book Online Page B

erection over. When he lies next to me and tries to kiss me, I stop him. He gets the point and instead kisses his way from my neck down to my breasts, gently taking a nipple into his mouth. A little too gently, to be honest, but it’ll have to do.
    He moves toward my belly, kissing along the way, until I realize he’s planning on going down on me. I stop him again by grabbing a fistful of hair and turning his head toward me, then shaking my head.
    “No need,” I say. “I’m ready.”
    His hand slides between my legs and he softly strokes a finger up and down, along the seam. Good thing he can’t see me rolling my eyes.
    “Bobby, put your cock in me. NOW.”
    He looks perplexed, but moves to the end of the bed as I open my legs wide for him. He grabs a condom and rips open the package, then stares right at my open pussy while he slides it over his hard shaft. I have to admit it’s kind of hot, and I’m suddenly looking forward to this again.
    That burst of optimism fades quickly. It feels great when he pushes his way inside me, but as he continues to gently slide in and out, I squirm a little, trying to goad him into being rougher.
    I didn’t bring this man here to make love to me. I want him to take charge, to have his way with me. I want him to ignore my no-talking ban and say horribly dirty things to me and call me filthy names. I want him to feel compelled to take advantage of my hospitality by exploring every orifice I have. Most of all, I want him to pound me with that hard cock until I scream in ecstasy, then to pull out when he’s ready and come on whatever part of my body appeals to him.
    I don’t just want sex. I want to be ravaged .
    Unfortunately, no matter how I try to coax Bobby in that direction, it doesn’t happen. Maybe it’s just not in his nature. It’s been quite a while since I was with a man who did that for me. I sigh to myself, understanding it’s not in the cards tonight, and try to make the best of what I’m working with.
    Bobby picks up the pace, but he’s still far too gentle and I’m nowhere in the vicinity of an orgasm. He seems to be getting close, though, and I try to make it as good as possible for him, stroking his hair and looking into his eyes as his thrusts quicken. It actually feels pretty good. He’s pounding me — kind of — and I begin to feel the nascent stirrings of an orgasm. Then he suddenly grunts, thrusts a few more times, and comes to a stop.
    So much for that. Since I’m not a total bitch, I continue to stroke his back as he catches his breath. He cautiously pulls out, removes the condom, and heads to the bathroom to dispose of it. I remain prostrate on the bed, hoping there might be a round two now that he’s had an orgasm to settle him down. When he returns a moment later with a smile and an already limp cock, I know I need to change my plans.
    Bobby eases beside me on the bed. In no mood to cuddle, I grab him gently by that thick hair and guide him downward.
    “It’s my turn,” I say. “I need your tongue now.”
    Bless his heart, Bobby gives it all he’s got, but he’s simply not a very skilled lover and spends more than half his time nowhere near my clit. It’s frustrating because he lands on it occasionally and I start to get into it, then his tongue drifts away before much can happen.
    For a second, I mentally berate myself for bringing him into my bed in the first place. Couldn’t I have just given myself an orgasm? Why did I need a man at all?
    That’s when I think of Mason Stark again. When Bobby arrived at my house, I’d pushed him out of my mind, but as Bobby’s tongue miraculously locates my clit and stays there, I imagine losing my bet to Stark and being forced to have sex with him. Unlike what I’m currently experiencing, Stark is aggressive and determined, fucking me hard with his surprisingly large cock. Hey, it’s my imagination — I can have whatever I want. He’s on top of me, looking me straight in the eye as he pummels