The Valentine's Dare (The Sycamore Serial Book 1) (9 page)

“Yeah.”

The tension was palpable. Mason didn’t lean back. Kierra didn’t lean back either. Instead she licked her lips.

In response, he leaned forward.

They met like two supernovas colliding in the empty void of space: inevitably, destructively, and with white hot passion.

His lips on hers were cherry-sweet and rough with hunger, his hand pressing at the small of her back, his chin coarse with stubble. Kierra explored his chest with her hands, forgetting about her ankle, her ex-boyfriend, her every fear. Why fear when his warmth was a balm to her still-aching heart?

Mason’s mouth moved across her cheek and down her jaw, drawing a line of fire with his mouth. Kierra pressed herself against him, falling into the chasm of passion.

“Are you okay with this?” he asked against her skin, his hands clasped at her back like a prayer.

“Definitely,” she breathed. Thoughts tumbled through her head, one after another, but chief among them was a single desire:
make me forget. Let me lose myself in this.

And she would.

They stumbled to his room, hands barely breaking apart long enough to give them room to walk, Mason pulling Kierra up and wrapping her legs around his waist. His lips explored her jawline, cheeks, earlobes, and every other bit of skin he could get to. She clasped his waist tight, enjoying the friction of their bodies meeting through layers of clothing, her skin warm with unbridled desire.

“Stupid - doorknob-“ he muttered, reaching for it even as he held her up with his other hand.

“I’ll get it.” Kierra leaned over him and grabbed the knob, Mason stumbling into his room as the door swung inwards. They both laughed, eyes meeting, tension dropping between them.

Kierra unwrapped her legs from his waist and jumped down, hands resting on his shoulders. She pushed the door shut with her foot, the sudden privacy almost overwhelming.

Leaning down, he kissed her again, slower and more deliberately this time, his lips finding every sensitive part of hers with expert precision. She gave as good as she got, standing on tiptoe to meet his mouth with hers, injured ankle curled up.

His hands moved down her back and then beneath the edge of her shirt, fingers drawing circles in her skin. Kierra pulled back for a moment, barely breaking their kiss, only to take her shirt in her hands and pull it above her head.

Mason stared at her, frozen to the spot, eyes drinking her in. She watched him look at her, heart beating double time in her chest, all-too-aware of the state of her weekend athletic bra.

“You’re beautiful,” he breathed, his eyes full of heat, his hands drawing her close. She smiled, and they kissed once more, legs tangling as he backed them towards his bed.

“You’re not half bad yourself,” she said, straddling him as he sat on the bed. Kierra hooked her fingers under his shirt and pulled it off, revealing tight, tanned skin and a wide, well-muscled chest that tapered to his hips.

Mason’s hands roamed her body, cupping her chest as he bent down and kissed her between the breasts. Softly moaning, Kierra pushed her fingers in his hair and guided him further south, leaning back so he could trail kisses down to her belly button.

With clever fingers he unhooked her bra, everything falling away in an instant.

Arms around her waist, he picked Kierra up, turned around, and gently tossed her on the bed beneath him. She opened her legs to him, gasping as his fingers found the zipper on her jeans and he drew them down to her ankles. He kissed his way back up, breath ghosting on the skin of her calves, then knees, then thighs, pausing at each place to briefly worship her with his mouth.

Kierra moaned and shivered as he got closer and closer to her hips, lips drawing invisible symbols on her skin. “That feels good.”

“I was hoping,” he said, caging her chest with his arms and hovering above her on the bed.

“Something’s wrong, though,” she said, lacing her fingers behind his head.

“What’s that?” Mason cocked an eyebrow at her, devilish smirk on his lips.

“You’re still wearing pants.”

“I think we can fix that.”

“Really?”

The smirk turned into a grin. “Really.” He stood up, unbuckling his belt slowly and drawing it out. “So you want a strip tease, huh?”

“You’re a real piece of work,” she said, a smile lighting up her face. “Just take them
off
already.”

Mason dropped the belt and undid his zipper. “Someone’s impatient. That’s okay - so am I.”

He pulled his jeans off, revealing a tight pair of dark blue boxers and a tantalizing glimpse of what lay beneath.
Am I really going to do this?
Kierra thought, nervous in the pit of her stomach. Mason strode towards her and took her in his arms, his muscular body pressing against her as their lips met once more. The feeling of him against her drowned out everything but her own lust.
Yes. Yes, I definitely am going to do this.

Now only the thin cotton of their underwear separated them. Mason tipped Kierra back on the bed, his mouth roaming down to her breasts as he took her nipple softly between his lips. One of his hands danced down her stomach to her hips, then slid beneath her panties.

“Oh God,” she moaned, squirming and pressing up against his fingers as they stroked her skin. Further south he went, parting her folds and brushing up against her clit. “Right - there?”

Mason’s mouth moved. “There?” he experimented with his fingers until she moaned, twisting towards him. “There,” he confirmed, with smug satisfaction in his voice.

Kierra kissed him, clutching her fingers between her thighs and pressing her hips towards him. Mason’s shoulders clenched as he pulled her tight against him, his hips falling between her legs, hand slipping her underwear down.

“I can’t - wait anymore,” he warned, hips jerking as the outline of his cock rubbed against her.

“Don’t.”

In answer, he pushed off his boxers, and they went on the floor along with her panties. Kierra stared down at him, stark naked between her legs, rock hard cock curving towards his abdomen. He held himself in one hand, tantalizingly close to her naked pussy.

“Condoms?” she asked, her voice choked with her own desire.
Fuck me, now,
she left unsaid, but by the spark in his eyes she knew he heard it.

“Got it.” Mason paced around the bed to the nightstand, his eyes never leaving hers. He pulled out the drawer and took a wrapped condom from it, the foil crinkling in his hands. His cock came to her attention - the whole long, thick length of it.

Kierra crawled over to the edge of the bed and placed her hands on his hips. “This looks like it needs some attention,” she said, glancing up at him from beneath her leashes to appreciate the hunger in his eyes. Her mouth was oh-so-close to the head of his cock, and it wasn’t hard to see it was affecting him. “Let’s wrap it in something besides latex for a moment.”

Mason swallowed, his hand falling to her hair to stroke the top of her head. “Sounds good to me.”

She drew his tip into her mouth, tongue working the slit. Groaning, Mason drew her closer, and she let the first few inches of him fall into her mouth. At the same time, she put her hand on his sheath, working him slowly.

“Ah - yeah, just like that,” he groaned, head falling back. “Fuck.”

Exactly.
Kierra worked him back and forth, reveling in the sounds that fell from his mouth, the look on his face when she glanced up to him. Soon he was all worked up, his mouth falling open, his hips thrusting back and forth into the ring of her hand and mouth.

“Ugh- God.” Suddenly he stopped, pushing her head back. “This is all well and good, but I’m ready for the main show.”

His cock fell out of her mouth and he sheathed it in the condom, hands playing through her hair. “Sounds good to me,” she said, drawing him back towards the bed, legs fallen open to make room for him. They came together on the bed, all wandering hands and entangled legs, hips lining up like a prayer, mouths meeting with a gasp of air.

Mason’s hand on his cock guided him towards her, his eyes meeting hers as he guided himself slowly, gently, inside her body. She gasped and he paused, but she didn’t want him to stop; so she pushed her heels against his back and brought him forward, groaning, further into her. Her body parted and stretched for him, part discomfort, part pleasure all at once.

“Ah - fuck. You good?”

She nodded. “Yeah, I’m good.” They kissed, delicately. “Keep going.”

Mason braced himself and worked his way into her, hips slowly, inexorably, pushing him further and further into her. She moaned as he pressed against her pleasure centers, his body rubbing up against her clit.

She pulled him in, reveling in the feeling as he sank deep into her, their bodies neither beginning nor ending. This close, the green in his eyes sparkled and danced, and his breath mingled with hers.

“Kierra,” he moaned her name, pulling out and pushing back in. “Kierra, you’re so perfect.”

“You feel amazing.”

He picked her up and turned her over so that she was straddling his lap, her hair cascading forward to brush against his chest, her legs folded up on either side of him. She braced herself and worked him in and out of her, picking up speed as her body relaxed and adjusted to his girth inside her. He worshipped her with his eyes, and she brought herself closer and closer to climax on top of him.

“Faster,” he whispered, taking her hips in his broad, strong hands and guiding her on his lap, thrusting in time with her body. The bed began to creak and groan beneath them.

Throwing her head back, Kierra lost herself in the rhythms of their bodies colliding together again and again. Warmth spread through her belly, her clit sending messages to the rest of her. She ground down on Mason, groaning as she hit her climax, fingers tightening on his shoulders, mouth falling open in sweet relief. Her thighs clenched around him, body spasming again and again, his lips on her neck as he urged her on with his body and his voice.

“Come for me, that’s it,” he muttered, as she did so.

“Mason,” she breathed, looking down into his eyes and kissing him as she relaxed all around him.

“Fuck, you’re beautiful.” He took her in his arms and rolled with her on the bed, his cock briefly falling out as he braced himself above her. But he entered her again with some guidance, filling her up and stretching her pleasurably. This time he thrust harder, faster, losing himself to the rhythm of desire, and she let him with abandon.

“Ah - fuck.” Kierra watched his face spasm, his brows draw together as he worked in and out of her faster and faster, until finally he groaned and fell forward. “I’m gonna come.”

She kissed his ear. “Do it.”

He did, his thrusts shallow as he came, legs twitching, hands clawing the bedsheets. Kierra kissed him and he kissed her back, staying inside her for the briefest of moments after his orgasm.

“I don’t know about you, but I could use a glass of water.”

Kierra smiled at his ever-gracious attitude. “Now that you mention it, I am parched.”

Mason extracted himself from her embrace and pulled what he could find of his clothes back on, his eyes on her as he backed out the door. “Be right back.”

She had no doubt of that. Once the door was closed, Kierra sighed and leaned back on his bed, an impossible smile on her lips.
I should’ve done this sooner,
she thought, realizing how relaxed and happy she felt for the first time in a while.

Her underwear was on the floor. Kierra pulled it back on, then walked around the room, half out of curiosity and half to look for her shirt.
His roommates will be home any minute,
she thought, cheeks burning at the memory of how much sound they’d made in the bed.
I hope he has understanding neighbors.

Mason’s room was full of bookshelves, his books organized in a haphazard, color-coordinated manner. He had a large wooden desk that was covered in papers, pens, and other supplies, and beside it there was a large chalkboard on a rolling frame. Kierra went over to it, looking for a place amongst his math notes where she could write a naughty word or two.

It wasn’t math, though - not exactly. Up close, she could see that besides the numbers, the board was covered in names. Some of them were familiar, like Mason’s roommates Thomas, Frankie, and Glenn - who she’d heard of but never met, because he was out on foreign exchange. There were other names, though, all boys’ names, and each one had a row full of numbers beside it.
So it’s some kind of spreadsheet, then.

Her eyes fell on the bottom right corner, where a sentence with two blanks had been filled in. “The prize of the year is a total pool of:
$1,047
. The target of the year is:
Kierra Adair.
”

Kierra stared at her name for a moment, then glanced back up the chart, barely registering other words. “February 14
th
, 2015 by 12pm EST. A kiss wins 1 point, a date 2, and sex 3. 4 points are needed to win.”

She didn’t quite get it until she remembered what Lacy had said: “every year, Mason hooks up with the Matchmaker during the dance instead of his date. It’s kind of his thing.”