Page 66 of Rise By Sin

“Am I going to find these panties wet?” he asked playfully, and I moaned loudly again as he cupped my mound, then slid his finger under the edge of the thin cotton I wore. “Oh yeah, baby. You do need to come, don’t you?”

“Please Mason,” I gasped. The bed moved under me and when I opened my eyes and looked for Madon I found him on his knees at the foot of the bed, leaning over so his face was aligned with my center.

He slid both of his hands up the center of my thighs, then moved out, lipping one finger under each side of my panties and peeling them down slowly. Too slowly. He pulled them away and tossed them aside as I whined with the building need inside of me. He was going to drive me insane if he didn’t touch me soon.

“Stay still, just like that for me, and you’ll get to come. You want to come Ava?”

“Yes!” I cried. Before I could even start to beg I felt Mason between my legs, then his tongue was on me. I fought no adhere to his command that I stay still as he drove me wild with his mouth over my clit and his huge d=fingers pushed deep inside of me, giving me exactly what I was so very needy for.

“My perfect girl. Keeping so still for me. Time for your reward, baby,” mason said, then he sucked hard on my clit while his fingers found that perfect place inside of me and I cried out as I shattered with blissful release. My orgasm tore through me violently and there was no more keeping still as my back arched up off of the bed.

“So perfect, baby,” Mason said and I felt him pull me against his body, but I was still floating. It had been a long time since I experienced that feeling of complete pleasure. All of my worries were far away and I was just maxed out on bliss.

When I finally came back I found myself curled up in Mason’s arms and on his lap where he sat against the headboard. My head was resting against his chest and he was surrounding me with his arms. I wasn’t sure I had ever felt as secure as I did right there.

“Hey, you back with me?” he asked with a dreamy smile. I reached up and ran my finger through his thin goatee beard. It suited him and made him look distinguished. I also loved the way it felt against my skin when he kissed me.

“Do you like it?” he asked. “The beard?”

“Hell yes. You look hot, and it feels good too,” I added with a blush I could feel rising on my cheeks.

“Does it now?” he laughed. “You feel okay?”

“Like you need to ask,” I scoffed. “Please tell me you have a condom,” I added.

“Are you sure you’re ready?”

“I’ve had sex in the last ten years, Mace?” I sighed with a roll of my eyes.

“Don’t say any more or I’m gonna have to go and hunt down every one of the fuckers who ever touched you,” he growled as he pulled me even closer to his body, if that were possible.

“Don’t be insane!” I hit out as his chest softly and laughed. “And yes, I’m very sure. You said you were going to make love to me. I’m holding you to that.”

“I fucking love you, Ava Scott,” he uttered as his lips crashed down over mine and kissed me hard and fast. I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled myself up to get closer as I gave back just as ferociously. The pain in my back stopped me from turning to straddle his thighs as I wanted to, so I was relieved when he picked me up and laid me on the bed, moving to lean over me on all fours as he continued to kiss me hard.

His hand had just begun to roam down my body when a blaring alarm erupted through the apartment, stopping us both dead.

“What the fuck?” I yelled over the noise.

“It’s the security alarm. Fuck!” Mason scrambled to his feet and was rifling through his clothes. He stood with his gun in his hand and looked to me.

“Get dressed, baby. You got your gun?”

“Yeah. Go I’ll be right behind you,” I told him, fully expecting him to argue, so I was surprised when he just nodded.

“Be fucking careful. I’ll start at the front of the apartment,” he told me, then he left the room in nothing but his tight boxers, gun in hand.

I got to my feet and pulled on my sweater and my still damp panties. Gross. I grabbed my gun from where I had tucked it in the top drawer of the nightstand and checked it was loaded as I had left it.

The blaring alarm had my adrenaline pulsing in a way I had learned to overcome in my years as a detective, but I was rusty now. As I emerged from my room I pressed my back to the wall and held my gun in front of me as I moved towards Jack’s tom at the back of the apartment. I knew the fire escape was under his bedroom window and that seemed the most likely if anyone had tried to make entry. I opened the door as quietly as I could and slid into he room, clearing all of the corners, then checking the closet and adjoining bathroom. When I found nothing I moved to the window and instantly knew it had been tampered with. The lock was hanging at an angle and had been jimmied from underneath. I tried to lift the window and it wasn’t locked any longer. I knew there was no way Jack left it that way.

I lifted the window all of the way and looked down the fire escape for anyone retreating, but the metal steps were clear and I didn’t see anyone on the street below who looked suspicious. There footprints in the freshly fallen snow though, and I knew someone had tried to get in. They had likely fled the second the security alarm blared.

I moved out of the room to check the others in case and found Mason coming towards me.

“Clear,” he told me. “I checked every room and the front door’s locked.”

“They tried to get in with he fire escape. The lock’s been jimmied and there’s prints in the snow under the escape,” I said as I lowered my gun and set it on Jack’s dresser as I walked to the window to show Mason.

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