Raw and Curvy by S.E. Law
6
Mimi
Being at the Wilshire Hotel after getting fired feels strange, but Mason takes my hand and walks us straight to the elevators, his strides long and purposeful. In fact, I almost forget where we are because this man is so magnetic.
Once we’re in the elevator, I have to look twice to make sure I’m not seeing things on the number pad. I know Mason said he was staying in a suite at the Wilshire, but I didn’t for a second think he meant one of the suites on the top floor. Those are the fanciest, with triple height ceilings and panoramic views of Atlantic City.
Then again, Mason never said what kind of business he was here for other than some random conference. Is it because he wants to remain anonymous? Is he one of those sleazy guys who always tries to hook-up when he’s traveling, only to come home to a wife and family? Oh god, I hope not. Surreptitiously, I check for a band on his wedding finger, but thankfully, it’s bare.
I lick my lips and swallow, trying to find a way to make my body calm down, but it’s hard. Am I really doing this, with a gorgeous man at my side? Even now, he’s so close, literally stroking his thumb back and forth over my knuckles as his big form looms over me. It’s impossible to think about anything but how good our kiss felt, and the fact that right now we’re headed to a place with a bed—alone.
Holy hell! I can’t believe I’m doing this, but then again, what do I have to lose? I suppose I could be kidnapped or even worse, but it seems unlikely. How would he kidnap me in a hotel? Besides, I’m tired of being boring old Mimi Richardson, who’s too fat to be a showgirl. In fact, I long for validation and getting frisky with a gorgeous stranger who adores my body would be perfect right about now.
With that, I smile at Mason brilliantly.
“I can’t wait, big boy,” I whisper before leaning up to press a kiss to his lips. He growls, seizing my chin to deepen the liplock, and immediately, my knees go weak. How many floors are there in this damn hotel? Or is this elevator just moving at a snail’s pace?
Mason brings his arm around me, the steel band holding me close, and the tips of his fingers graze the top of my ass tantalizingly. I close my eyes as heat rushes through me. Yes, I think I’m mostly looking forward to being alone with him with our skin bare and our hearts pounding.
By the time the elevator doors open, my heart is pounding so hard I’m sure Mason can hear it. We walk down the hall a few feet to his suite, and he holds the door open for me to enter.
“Come on in,” he growls.
Since I’ve been in the penthouse where Jemima lives with Bruce on the opposite side of the hotel, I thought I knew what the suite would look like. Standing here, I realize I was completely wrong. This suite is so much flashier than Bruce’s penthouse. Maybe that’s the difference in a room built for a VIP guest on vacation, versus a penthouse decorated as a home for one of the Wilshire brothers.
Yet, it’s absolutely amazing. The floors look as if they’re made from solid marble or maybe even quartz, and the furniture is beautiful. A large white sofa with golden feet sits in the center of the living area, across from a massive wall mounted television. There’s also an office nook with a full-size mahogany desk with ornate carvings along the sides and an imposing, straight-backed chair behind it.
Plus, the suite has a full chef’s kitchen, with white cabinets, and quartz countertops that have subtle shimmers throughout, adding a little something to the modern look. A large island is in the center of the kitchen, with a full sized five burner gas stove made for a professional chef. The best part of the suite is the wall of windows that overlooks the lights of Atlantic City, however. Painting in front of those windows would be a dream.
“This place is beautiful,” I say, completely awestruck.
Mason gives a small nod. “Yeah, it’s nice, but suites in hotels like this are pretty much all the same. I don’t use most of this space, in fact. It’s more a place to sleep while I’m traveling for work.”
I gasp.
“Really? Just a place to sleep?”
He grins ruefully.
“Sometimes, yeah. You get used to luxury, honey. Human beings are remarkably adaptable, and sometimes it’s a bad thing and not good.”
Meanwhile, I spin around slowly, still taking in the décor. There’s a door to the left of the living room, and looking inside I see it’s a room with a huge king-size mattress, as well as beautiful floor-to-ceiling windows.
“Wow, this room looks amazing, too,” I gasp.
Mason merely chuckles. “Yeah, but that’s the guest room. You should see the main bedroom suite.” The handsome man takes my hand and pulls me in close to him. My breath hitches at our close proximity, as his eyes drop to my mouth, pupils dilating. Just before his lips meet mine, he pauses like he’s giving me a moment to back out, but there’s no way I can walk away from this now. Every nerve in my body is alive with desire for this man right now.
“You’re so beautiful,” Mason says, his voice husky. He kisses me, slow and sweet, cupping one side of my face in his hands as he explores my lips thoroughly. Even though the kiss remains tender, my pulse is racing, and Mason’s eyes look like the ocean, full of dark desires. “Are you ready, honey?” he growls.
I know what he’s really asking, and there’s a part of me that thinks I should say no because we just met. But there’s a naughty part of me, the part of me that feels like I’m burning from the inside out that’s one hundred percent on board with this—with him. That part of me is the insistent side of myself, and I decide to give in. After all, when’s the last time I was with a gorgeous alpha male in bed? That settles it. I lean in and smile before pressing a quick kiss to his mouth.
“Yes,” I murmur.
Mason’s blue eyes go almost black and he lets out a low growl. Then he bends down and scoops me up into his arms. With a squeal, I throw my arms around his neck, giggling. But my laughter stops the second his mouth covers mine, and this time his kiss is far from soft or sweet. The man devours me, crushing his mouth to mine, and I open up for him helplessly, moaning as his tongue sweeps into my mouth.
I don’t realize we’ve made it to the bedroom until he places me on the mattress. Then, his hands go to my shirt and he literally rips it off, buttons flying everywhere. Holy cow, this man is gorgeous. My eyes are drawn to his bronzed chest, muscular and symmetrical. His abs form a mouth-watering six pack, and there’s a trail of dark hair that leads down to the sexy V at his hips, like an arrow pointing the way.
But the beast has been unveiled. Mason unzips his pants, ripping them off along with his boxers, and then he’s standing in front of me completely naked. Oh my God, he’s rock hard and my eyes go wide at the side of that thick shaft, which he fists while staring at me.
“Take off your clothes, Mimi.”
His words are commanding, and I look up, biting my lip as shivers rush through my body. With my eyes locked on his, I obediently pull my shirt over my head and toss it to the floor before lifting my hips and pushing off my pants too.
“More?” I whisper.
He nods as his eyes flare.
“Yes. Get naked, honey.”
The man watches intently as I bring my hands behind my back and unlatch my bra, and as the straps fall down my arms revealing my heavy breasts with crested pink tips, his nostrils flare.
“Gorgeous. Now take off your panties, sweetheart.”
Without looking away from him, I remove my panties, revealing my gleaming pink slit. Now, I’m naked and on display for him, my skin creamy and flushed as my breathing comes hard. A low growl rises from his throat and then in a flash, he closes the distance between us and bends over me, crushing his mouth to mine, pushing himself inside my mouth. I moan as he fucks my mouth with his tongue. Then, holding himself up with one arm, he trails one hand down my chest before cupping a large orb, massaging and tweaking my nipple between his fingers and sending shock waves straight to my core.
“Oh!” I cry out, my head tilting back. “Mmm!”
Breaking our kiss, Mason trails his tongue along my jaw and down my neck and chest, until he reaches one big tit. Then he sucks the hard pink crest into his mouth and I shiver violently. “Agh!” I cry out. One by one, he teases me, torturing me with his teeth and tongue until I’m writhing beneath that large form. Heat waves go straight from my nips to my pussy, and I moan, writhing beneath him.
“Yes baby, you want it don’t you? My slutty little girl needs this.”
But instead of being turned off by his dirty words, I merely pant and mewl more.
“Yes Daddy,” I breathe. “More!”
With a low chuckle, Mason sits up on his knees, grabs my waist, and shifts me up higher on the bed. Once again, he watches me, taking in my body like a man starved.
“Spread your legs for me,” he rasps. The authoritative tone of his voice makes shivers go down my spine and I’m sure my body is going to overheat very soon if he keeps talking to me that way.
Following his command, I slowly spread my legs and his eyes drop to my sex, heat flaring in his gaze. Then, Mason bends down, wraps his arms around my thighs and jacks my ass up in the air, before trailing his tongue through my sex and tasting the sweetness there.
“Oh god!”
My hips jerk up, but he presses a hand down on my stomach and holds me in place. The man eats me like it’s his life’s mission, diving his tongue inside my pulsing folds, then circling my clit again and again until my body is shaking and I feel like I’m going to implode.
“Mmm!” I cry out, twisting beneath him. “Oh my God!”
But Mason won’t let up. He alternately licks and sucks my clit, his hands holding my hips in place as I’m pushed to the top of the mountain. Then, he breathes hotly against my sensitive nub, and those blue eyes meet mine.
“Come for me, sweetheart.”
I do as told. Hot jolts run through my frame as ripples explode in my pussy, hot juices coating his tongue.
“Oh, Mason!” My body shakes as I jerk upwards, my climax so intense, but the man doesn’t stop. He keeps circling my clit and swallowing my juices until the last pulsing vibration shudders through me. But as I coast back to Earth, the man merely chuckles deep in his chest before rolling me onto my hands and knees. I feel him move away for a second and look around to see him grabbing a bottle of lube from the nightstand, and then his massive form is back behind me.
“Relax for me, honey.”
Hot anticipation makes it hard to relax, but I blow out a breath and let my body sag a little. A moment later I feel the pressure of his finger against my ass as he gently circles my hole making sure he has plenty of lube. Very slowly, he presses a digit inside my pleats. It stings as first, and I suck in a sharp breath, so he pulls out before slowly pushing his finger inside once again.
“You have such a pretty pink asshole, Mimi,” he growls. “It’s going to look amazing with me crammed inside.”
The dirty words make me shiver, and I focus on my breathing as he continues the penetration. Soon I can’t stand it and I wiggle my hips just a bit. “Please,” I beg.
A low chuckles comes from the man behind me, and he pulls his finger back and then begins to fuck my ass, adding a second finger. Soon, he’s pumping them inside me with obscene sucking sounds and I begin to crest involuntarily. The big man growls, “Not yet,” and pulls his fingers out with an obscene sucking sound.
I gasp, looking at him.
“Why did you stop, Daddy?”
He blue eyes merely darken as those big hands grab my hips, and then I feel the wide tip of his cock press against my bottom.
“Grip the headboard, Mimi. Things are about to get rough around here.”
There are two short bars carved out in the center of the headboard, and I wrap my hands around them like they’re handlebars. Mason runs his hand up and down my back, soothing and helping me relax again, and then I feel him pushing once more. He notches his cock against my hole as I gasp.
“Push out against me, baby girl,” he growls. “It’ll go in easier that way.”
I cry out because he’s so huge, and I have no idea how this is going to happen. But I obey and suddenly with a pop, the head is inside.
“That a girl,” he rasps. “You’re doing amazing.”
Once the stinging subsides a bit, I press my hips backwards, taking more of him inside me. Still, Mason holds back, giving my body time to acclimate to his size. I feel like I’m being ripped apart, but then he pauses again and reaches for the lube.
“This Cocoslick shit is coming in handy,” he manages before dripping more on where we’re joined. The goopy fluid is cold and I shiver, but he immediately returns to cover me, his bulk hot and massive against my back.
“Mason,” my voice is reedy with need. “Please. I need you to move.”
His hands tighten on my hips and he lets out the sexiest growl I’ve ever heard, then he pulls back and works himself into my ass once more.
“Almost there,” he grinds out. “Shit, baby girl, you’re so tight.”
He grunts again, and then with a final push, the man is buried balls deep between my soft cheeks.
“Oh!” My body jerks, but he holds me right where he wants me, and drives into my bottom, thrusting further. It feels so good and heat radiates from my core, my whole being overcome by waves of electricity. My legs and arms are shaking as pleasure spikes through my core.
“You’re so fucking tiny,” Mason groans. Leaning over me, he kisses my shoulder, then nips the skin under his kiss. “You look gorgeous with my cock crammed inside you, baby.”
No one has ever said anything like that to me before; hell, most guys don’t even talk when we’re in bed, other than “yeah” and “hell yeah.” And holy hell, but his compliments are hot. He thrusts inside me again, and my body begins to come apart.
“Unnh!” I cry out. “Oh god!”
Climax overtakes me unexpectedly, and suddenly, I’m shuddering with sensation. Hot ripples run through my pussy and ass, squeezing on his massive cock in my behind, but Mason doesn’t let me go. Instead, the big man rocks his hips, pumping me furiously, and I can feel his cock swell.
“Shit, fuck, baby!” he roars before jerking once, twice, as hot seed erupts deep in my clenching rear end. I cry out as well, milking him for all he’s worth and loving the way I’m filled to the brim. This is what my body was made for, and our wails twine in ecstasy as we’re carried to the Heavens.
It feels like we stay joined for hours, but it’s only a minute or two of shuddering climax. Then, I collapse on the bed and my lover pulls out, his cock still coated in gooey lube. I lie on the mattress, panting, as Mason disappears into the bathroom for a moment, and I hear water running. Then he reappears with a warm rag in hand, and gently parts my legs.
“What?” I gasp, startled.
He merely shakes his head, that blue gaze fixated on my ravaged female parts.
“I take care of my women,” he growls. “And you, sweet girl, just delivered like a pro.”
Then he presses the damp cloth to my thighs, gently cleaning my private parts, and I feel something lurch in my heart. It’s more than the physical attraction that’s been so palpable ever since we met. Instead, my heart flutters in a different way, and butterflies literally dance in my stomach. No one has ever looked after me like this before, and I melt under his gentle touch.
Once I’m cleaned up, Mason crawls into bed before pulling up the blankets and hauling me onto his chest. I feel him press a kiss to the top of my head as those muscular arms wrap around my frame. “Get some sleep, beautiful.”
I snuggle against his broad torso, sighing like a love-sick school girl. It’s so warm and comfortable, and I feel like I’m home with my head tucked under his chin and my cheek resting against this muscular chest. I know what I’ve done is so bad because what girl hooks up with a man she just met? What girl gives a man her bottom just like that? Yet with Mason Carlisle, it felt right and I don’t regret my actions one bit.
