Page 61 of The Boy I Loved
Why would he be?
From what I could tell, he was packing. He was confident and sure of himself, just as he always was, and he wasn’t hurting for a few extra inches. He hooked his thumbs in the waistband of his boxers and pushed those down, too. They slipped down his thighs, past his knees, and down his legs, joining his pants around his ankles. His cock bobbed free, pointing right at me. From appearance alone, it looked smooth and tan, his head a darker tint than the rest.
“We don’t have all day,H,” he taunted, using the same nickname Dom used. It wasn’t the special one he’d given me, but I realized now that when Mason used it, it was intentional.
My throat bobbed with a nervous swallow, but I didn’t delay. Icouldn’t.There was a part of me that was hoping Dominic would barge in and save me from this, but I knew it wouldn’t happen. Hell, he and Mason might have been planning this all along. The thought was a bitter pill to swallow, but I had to look at all the facts. Dominicknewsomething was going to happen. He’d tried to convince me to run away. Maybe he was planning on bringing me here. It could have been a bet he and Mason made together. Why else would he show such a sudden interest in me, when he never gave a shit before?
Forcing those thoughts to the back of my mind, I settled my weight on the back of my legs and reached forward, wrapping my fingers around his girth. It was hot and smooth as expected and twitched within my grasp. I didn’t give myself a lot of time to memorize the way he felt within my hand. Instead, I pumped him a few times, recoiling further when he grew in size.
I lowered my mouth to the crown of his member, allowing my tongue to peek out and taste him for the first time. He shuddered instantly, as if that small touch had such a powerful effecton him—one I didn’t entirely understand. Before he could call me out on hesitating or stalling, I wrapped my lips around his head, sliding my tongue over his underside before sucking him in deeper.
Mason groaned in response, tangling his fingers through my chestnut-colored hair. He wasn’t gentle, tightening his grip until my scalp burned in protest.
“That’s it.” He breathed, jerking his hips toward my face. The motion forced him toward the back of my throat, eliciting a gag. My hands snapped out, landing on his thighs. “Come on, Hazel,” he mocked. “We’re not even halfway yet.”
My eyes burned with unshed tears, the pressure pushing behind them until they almost leaked. He was too big and too wide. Not anymore than Dom was, but with Dominic, it was different. That was something I’d wanted to do, and he never forced me. I had time to work up to it.
Mason slammed his hips toward my mouth in a sudden, brutal thrust. My nails scratched at his thighs, making him groan out in response. I couldn’t breathe, couldn’t even think, but he didn’t relent. His grip on my hair tightened even more until it felt like he might pull it from my scalp. Saliva dripped from the corners of my mouth, slipping down his shaft until it glistened against his dark blond, pubic hair.
“Breathe through your nose.” He grunted through pants, not bothering to slow down, refusing to offer me an ounce of mercy.
I tried to, but he was moving too fast for me to keep up. My throat burned, agony erupting through my body as I worked to follow his lead. My tooth nicked the side of his dick, and he hissed, making me freeze in a mixture of fear and pride. On one hand, I was glad I’d hurt him. On the other, I was terrified of what he’d do to me as punishment.
Mason tore himself from my lips with a sickening pop. I sucked in as much oxygen as humanly possible, but it wasn’t enough. Hejerked me toward him by the grip he had on my hair, his angry gaze searing through my own.
“What kind of game are you playing at?” he snarled.
Fear punched through my chest, and I attempted to push away, to put some distance between us, but it was no use. “I-I’m not,” I stammered.
“I know you know how to suck cock.” He was seething now, the muscle on the side of his neck straining in response. “You fucked Dominic and?—”
“I’ve only done it once,” I rushed to add, wincing from the pain. My hands were braced on his thighs, my body forced to lean over his lap from when he yanked me. “And that was years ago. Before he left.” My voice was shaking, and I knew it made me sound weak, but it was that or crying.
Mason didn’t say anything for a long moment, his expression as unreadable as Vincent’s always was. Finally, he released my hair, patting the strands in a soothing gesture. He hummed in response, his eyes softening a fraction. I didn’t understand this new expression. How could he go from so angry to … whatever this was in a matter of seconds?
“Come here,” he ordered at last, settling against the sofa. If the clipboard behind him caused any discomfort, he didn’t show it.
“Where?” I asked, pushing away from his lap into a more upright position.
He reached out, curling his fingers around my wrist. He didn’t bother tucking himself away before jerking me onto his lap. He wedged my legs on either side of him, my stomach coiling with disgust. Slowly, he eased my back against his chest, banding me to him with an arm around my waist.
With his free hand, he moved that to the waistband of my panties, toying with the fabric there. A shudder rolled through me, but I couldn’t react.
Nicholas glanced over at us, the girl between his legs, bobbingher head up and down wildly. If he enjoyed what she was doing, he didn’t show it. “What are you doing?” he asked Mason, a small crease forming between his brows. “This is about blowjobs.”
“Change of plans,” Mason replied, slipping his fingers through the barrier separating him from my most intimate area.
“Her lab results haven’t come back yet,” Nicholas warned. “You know the rules. Clay said?—”
Mason scoffed, brushing his fingers over the crease of my pussy, causing me to gasp out in surprise. “It’s not like I’m fucking her.”
Nicholas shook his head in annoyance, but didn’t bother saying anything more on the subject.
My mind short circuited.Clay. As in Dominic’s uncle? He was behind all of this? Suddenly, all of my previous interactions with him felt much more sinister. There was no time to dwell on it though, not before Mason eased his pointer finger between my folds and pushed it in. I squirmed against him, but he didn’t relent, sliding it all the way in until it was buried to the knuckle.
I tried not to look at all the faces surrounding me—of all the girls who watched and judged, probably thrilled that they weren’t the ones who had been chosen. Humiliation weaved through me, like an invisible brand nobody could see. But I felt it. I felt itall. The defeat, the disgust, the shame. Especially when my body started to loosen around his finger and react without my permission.
“Relax,” he encouraged, his hot breath feathering over the top of my ear.
