Shoshanna Evers - The Pulse

His muscular chest gleamed in the moonlight, but gooseflesh covered his naked torso. “Mason,” she whispered. “Let’s make a fire. We can warm up a bit and hang out here for a while longer before we go back.”

He tilted his head to one side as if it took him a few seconds to comprehend what she said. Laughing, she let go of his cock so he could hear her better.

“Um, come on,” she giggled. “Fire.”

He nodded, laughing. “Sure.”

There were several areas by the lakefront where people had set up stone circles for fires and picnics, so Mason had no problem adding some twigs for kindling and using his flint to spark a flame.

Emily thought it was impressive Mason had a flint to make fire with. He’d looted it from a camping store within days of his prison escape so he wouldn’t have to rely on matches or a lighter. More than a year later, that was a still a wise decision.

The fire warmed them, and Emily sat naked on Mason’s T-shirt. Mason was still quiet. Too quiet.

“Mason,” she said. “Something’s wrong with you. Tell me.”

“Nothing’s wrong,” he said, shaking his head. The flames danced in his blue eyes and she had to force herself not to get lost in them.

Taking his hand, she kissed his palm softly. “Are you mad at me?”

He looked genuinely surprised at her question. “Why would you ask me that?”

“Because—well, I think Brad flirted with me and I didn’t do much to stop him or make it clear we’re together.”

Mason got very still. “We’re not together, Emily. And if Brad flirts with you, that’s fine. He’s a good guy. You could do worse.”

Tears filled Emily’s eyes. Of course. She had been stupid to think just because Mason took her up on her offer to sleep with him in exchange for his protection that they were a couple. What did that even mean, anyway, in their post-Pulse world?

Nothing. It meant nothing, just like the men Jenna whored with meant nothing to her.

“I’m sorry,” he said. “I didn’t mean to make you cry.”

The tears streamed down her face and she sniffed, rubbing her nose with the back of her hand. “I’m not crying,” she said, then laughed at the ridiculousness of her statement.

Mason leaned forward, kissing her tears off her cheek, finally landing his kiss on her lips. She tasted the salt from her tears on his tongue.

“I would never want to make you cry,” he said. “Never.”

“I just—it was stupid of me to say anything. About us being together. Of course we’re not together.”

Mason’s eyebrows furrowed but he said nothing.

“And…” Emily said, searching his blue eyes for his thoughts, trying to gauge his feelings by his expression, but she couldn’t. “I shouldn’t have said anything. So forget the whole thing. Let’s enjoy this moment for what it is.”

His expression lightened as if a weight had been taken off his shoulders. Of course. That was it… He must be worried she was in too deep, and he just wanted to have fun. So now they could enjoy themselves again, now that Emily made it clear she understood it was only for the moment, and not forever.

Nothing was forever.

But in that moment, he kissed her so deeply all rational thought flew from her mind. She moaned and arched her body against his, gasping as he pulled her onto his lap so she straddled him. They both sat upright, her legs wrapped around his waist.

His cock pressed insistently against her inner thigh, nudging her, and she held it in her palm, pressing it against her clitoris. Rising up with her thighs, her movements caused his cock to rub her in exactly the right place.

He groaned and grabbed her hips, helping her rise and lower herself, his cock still not inside her pussy, sliding up and down across her slick folds, swelling her clit until she felt she’d explode if he didn’t fuck her soon.

“Please,” she begged, and he slid inside her aching cunt, filling her completely. She rocked back and forth, letting his cock hit her G-spot over and over again. “More, I need more.”

He grabbed hold of her hips, his fingertips digging into her skin. Lifting her up until he almost popped out of her pussy, he then slammed her back down again, thrust into her to the hilt. She gasped as he did it again.

“You like that?” he asked, his cock twitching inside her.

“I love it,” she said, and she felt him freeze again.

“What?” he asked quietly, as if he hadn’t heard her.

“I said, I love your cock,” she repeated.

“Oh.” He didn’t say anything further.

He probably thought I said I love you , she realized.

Gyrating her hips, she reached around to her side and peeled his fingers from her waist, thrusting his hand down between their bodies. “Touch me,” she whispered.

He rubbed her clit, flicking it repeatedly as she rocked, throwing her head back in ecstasy. If all they had was this moment, then that’s what she would take. Tomorrow would take care of tomorrow. Pleasure coursed through her as the orgasm hit her full force, her pussy clenching down on his cock.

Mason groaned and bucked his hips up to meet hers, thrusting harder, coming deep inside her, filling her with the hot jet of his ejaculation.

He hugged her close, his heart beating so hard she could feel the thud against her breast. She didn’t want the embrace to end, but she knew it had to eventually. If she stayed in his arms too long he wouldn’t be able to believe her when she said she just wanted to be with him in the moment, and her saying that seemed to be the only thing that brightened his mood that evening.

Was she so awful to imagine being with, being together? Mason lay down on his back, staring up at her as she straddled his hips. She smiled down at him.

“You’re so beautiful,” he said. He stared so long at her she felt herself blushing, becoming uncomfortable under his direct gaze. She looked away, into the dancing flames of the fire, rather than see him watch her so closely.

“No,” he whispered. “Look at me.”

It took every ounce of willpower she had to turn back to him, to see him watching her.

“Emily,” he said, sliding his hand once more between her thighs, his thumb coming to rest on her clit.

She nodded, already squirming against his thumb, the delectable pressure building within her immediately. He groaned as her movements rubbed against his cock, but he continued, circling her clit slowly with his fingers, teasing her with alternating fast and slow rhythms.

“I love watching you come,” he said, and she felt the wave of another climax start to fall over her, the blood rushing in her ears, pounding throughout her body in time with her quickened pulse as he positioned his cock at her entrance once more and thrust inside her.

She gasped as he hit her G-spot and came, a gush of cream spilling over his cock, drenching the brown curls of his pubic hair. He sat up suddenly, pushing her onto her back so he lay on top of her, and kissed her deeply as he thrust inside her, pounding into her. Wrapping her legs around his waist, she held on for the ride, never wanting it to end.

His earlier orgasm had increased his staying power, and Emily grinned when he slid out of her and rolled her onto her stomach. Her nipples pressed against the grass, the blades of grass tickling her breasts as he fucked her from behind.

Mason wrapped one arm around her waist so he could finger her clit while he fucked her, and she wiggled in his grasp, enjoying the overstimulation even as she thought she might die from the sensations building within her, threatening to overwhelm her senses.

He grunted, thrusting faster, and she cried out as he came again. She gasped when she realized that just because he had finished didn’t mean he was finished with her. His fingers kept their frenetic pace on her clit, forcing her to a third orgasm that left her shaking, her entire body spasming as the aftershocks quaked through her naked body.