Game Plan (16 page)

Damn Katie and her theory, her test. The words replayed in Andie’s head. She didn’t know who she wanted to be right, only that she wanted to know. This had
mistake
written all over it.

“I can’t go any further tonight.”

“You’re really not feeling well?” He stepped back, now holding her waist gently while surveying her from head to toe. “What are your symptoms—do you want me to take you to the walk-in clinic?”

One point for Katie. Mason’s concern could be related to his doctoral instincts, though. She had to step up the stupid test she’d begun, let him know she didn’t need his help. Give him the green light to clear out. She hated to lose precious time with him. More than that, she hated lying.

“I’m not sick, it’s my—” An acidic burn inched its way up from her stomach. “I got my period, unexpectedly, meaning I’m out of commission for a few days. I’ll be good to go by Sunday. Maybe we can get together after that.”

“Of course we will.”

“All right, call me then.” She touched him one more time. Reluctantly, she let her arms drop to her sides.

“Did you give me a buddy pat?”

“I don’t know what that is.”

“Like this…” He gave her a firm yet easygoing slap on the shoulder. “Hey, buddy.”

“Mine wasn’t like that.” Too much. “I was just letting you know I don’t expect you to hang around while we can’t have fun. Seriously, you should go out with your friends for a few days—they’ve probably been missing you this week.”

“Babe, I don’t care that you have your period.”

Faking or not, she automatically scrunched her nose at that idea. “I guess we found a sex act we don’t agree on, because I’m not interested in period sex, period—pardon the pun.”

“It’s not my favorite kind, either.”

“Great, we agree.” Not that she’d ever had sex during her period. Scott would sooner have passed a giant kidney stone than do anything dirty. Conversely, Mason based his preferences on his experience with god-knew-how-many women. A more than mildly nauseating thought. She ducked out of his arms and opened the front door.

“Are we going somewhere?” he asked, not moving.

“You are.”

“Only if you’re sending me out for supplies.”

He had to be joking. “You’d go to the pharmacy and buy me tampons?”

“Actually, I’d go to the superstore. That way I could pick up snacks and a movie for us too. Unless you’d rather do something else tonight.”

“You don’t have to go to the store for me. I have everything I need in the house.”

“Then so do I.” He did a slow walk that looked like sex sliding across the floor. Closed the door. Locked it. Smiled down at her. “Do you allow kissing while you have your period?”

“Yes.”

His head dipped toward hers. “Open-mouthed?”

“It is the best kind.”

“With tongue?” he asked, his lips almost touching hers.

Taste and smell collided as she took in faded mint mixed with his natural, yummy essence. “Maybe a little bit.”

“As in, only the tip?” He kissed her softly, slipping said tip between the seam of her lips.

“Oh god, you’re killing me.” So was this stupid, pointless test.

“Sorry.” He kissed her again. Longer, with more than the tip.

“You are so not sorry.”

“You’re right, I lied.”

No, what Mason was doing amounted to teasing. What she was doing was lying. And it tasted terrible.

“You should go. Do fun things. Be with fun people.” She put a shoulder to his chest, but he didn’t budge. He only laughed.

* * * * *

Mason checked his watch while the movie credits rolled up the screen.

“Yes, you’ve done your time, and then some. You’re free to go.” Big blue eyes blinked up at him from Andie’s resting place on his chest.

“Not happening. It’s ten-thirty, you want to watch another?”

“After I totally tortured you with that chick flick? It had no nudity, no sex, no humor, nothing got blown up and I soaked your shirt twice.”

“Exactly. I figure we have nowhere to go but up after that disaster.” He’d seen a lot of movies, and that was definitely the worst. The crying parts weren’t bad, actually, because she’d snuggled tight to his chest when the tears started.

“It
was
pretty awful. I can’t believe you stayed to watch it.”

“You had me pinned.”

“This from the guy who’s tossed me over his shoulder like a caveman how many times?”

“Not enough. I like going Neanderthal with you. I like having that fine ass by my face.” The shitty movie had kept him in check. This line of conversation, not so much. That’s all it took. Fifteen seconds of thinking about Andie squirming and he was getting hard. Her eyes widened. Yeah, she felt the bulge growing under her stomach. “It’ll go away.” He nudged her—with his groin. Stupid mistake, his cock mistook the action for thrusting. “Throw in another of those movie recommendations you found on the back of a tampon box and it’ll be gone in seconds.”

“Ha ha.” She rolled off him, padded to the TV and leaned over to grab the movie binder from the floor. The stretchy pants she’d changed into hugged her ass perfectly.

“That view—not helping matters.”

She peeked back at him, all smiley as she wiggled it. “I have both of the
Crank
movies. Or
300
. Want to watch one of those?”

“Hell no.”

“Why not, they’re totally guy movies.” She pulled a disc from its sleeve and tapped her finger on the metal. “It says here, rated MT, maximum testosterone.”

Yeah, that’s exactly what he didn’t need on a night when touching Andie—really touching her—was off-limits. “Give me another option.”

She covered a yawn with the back of her hand. “I think I’m done. I’m going to put on my comfy jammies and catch up on some sleep. Somebody’s been keeping me up past my bedtime lately.”

“A solid eight does sound good.”

“Come on, I’ll walk you out.”

He took the hand she offered, but didn’t get up, pulling her on top of him instead. “I could stay. We could…cuddle.”

“Voluntary cuddling, without sex first? Isn’t that a major violation of the guy code?”

“I have my own code.”

“I’m starting to realize that.” That, and Katie was right. Mason had passed the sex test with ease, proving he had more than his dick invested in their relationship. Not fling, relationship. She was in a
relationship
with Mason. Scary how much she liked the sound of that. She hadn’t meant for it to happen and it surely wouldn’t last. Right now, though, it gave her a tingle inside as well as out.

“Okay. Let’s go to bed.”

Nerves swirled in her stomach while she worked through a slightly amended bedtime routine. She skipped the heavy moisturizer and put on a hint of fresh eyeliner and mascara. A little bit of vanity, but not enough to clog the pores. Next came the body-hugging, sheer black camisole and panty set. A touch of pale-pink lip gloss. Hopefully when she admitted to fibbing, he’d be distracted enough not to be angry. Much.

Or maybe he’d have fallen asleep already. She peeked out from the en suite. No, definitely not sleeping. He was propped up against the headboard, bare-chested, one knee raised with the white sheet covering only his most intimate parts. No sports highlights spewing from the TV…he was reading. He was the finest poster boy for literacy she’d ever seen. Oh god, he had the novel from her bedside table in his hand. And she’d put it aside at a good part—a really good part.

“Enjoying the book?”

“Yeah, it’s pretty hot. I should read more often.” A quick glance in her direction and the book slapped shut. “When you said comfy pajamas, I was picturing a lot more material.”

She crawled up the bed, pushed his leg flat and straddled him above the sheet.

His eyes roved over her body. “And less temptation.”

“This is actually very comfortable.” She ran her hands over the skimpy top, spending extra time and attention on the fabric covering her nipples. “You should feel how soft it is.”

“No, I really shouldn’t,” he said, groaning when she scooped up his hands and cupped his palms over her breasts. “Babe, you have great tits.”

“Thanks, they like you too.” She leaned forward. “They like it when you suck them…even more when you bite them.”

“What about your period?”

“Tip about the female anatomy—we don’t menstruate from our boobs.”

“Thanks, I’ll make a note of that in my health binder,” he said before catching one lace-covered nipple between his lips, then his teeth.

The pressure sent a spike of need straight between her legs. “Now I really want to come.”

“I respect you, and I’d like to think my self-control is above average, but you’re pushing it close to the limit.”

“Then I’ll push a little more. Just because we’re not going to fuck doesn’t mean we can’t get off.” She ground down on the steel rod under the sheet. Back and forth, the friction causing a pre-orgasmic wave to bloom between her legs. “You’re so hard and feel so good, I’m going to come like this, from rubbing on you.” She rocked harder, smiling when he cursed under his breath and began thrusting up to meet her. “Mmm, right there, god, I’m so close…”

“Fuck, babe. Me too.”

“Stop—I don’t want you to come on the sheets.”

“Seriously?”

“Well, they’re my best set and…” The tortured look on his face when she scrambled off him was priceless. A giggle slipped out, ruining her act. “I don’t care about the sheets, but I want you to come in my mouth.”

He let out a long breath. “I won’t turn that offer down.” He snagged her hip and pulled her back into place. “But you first. Use me. Rub your sweet clit against me. I want to watch you come.”

“Then you’ll have to look down while I’m sucking you, because I’m going to come while your cock is in my mouth.” She shimmied down, taking the sheet with her. Knowing he’d been naked and hard under there didn’t diminish his impressiveness. “I never get tired of looking at your pretty cock. Or devouring it. Now, be a good stud-muffin and open the lower nightstand drawer.”

“Feeling a little objectified here.” He laughed, then leaned out of the bed. “Holy shit, look at it all. I don’t even know what you’d do with some of this stuff.” He held up a sample. “Like these.”

“Vaginal balls, you—”

He held up a hand. “Stop. That just sounds…wrong.” He returned them, fished through the drawer and held up another item. When she didn’t answer, he rolled up onto the bed. Examined the toy’s shape, texture and…flexibility. “And this?”

“Come on, you know what it’s for.”

“No, but from the look on your face, I can’t wait to find out.”

She tried to snatch it away. He sat, stretching to dangle it several inches beyond her reach. Laughing. Smiling. Annoying the crap out of her by looking uber-hot while totally embarrassing her.

“Babe, I’ve never seen you blush this much. It’s cute. And fucking sexy.”

She gave up the fight she didn’t have a chance of winning. “They’re anal beads.” Of course he grinned wider. And inspected them again. Thoroughly, including pulling them back and forth through the tight hole he’d made with his thumb and index finger. Yup, he had them figured out, all right.

He whistled low and appreciatively. “You’ve used these?”

“Yes. But only solo.” Like everything else in her collection.

“Any chance this is what you wanted from the drawer?” he asked, and she shook her head. “Damn. Too bad. Next time?”

“Sure. Your ass or mine?” The shock value from that question was worth any embarrassment. She reclaimed the silicone caterpillar while his jaw was on the floor and traded it for a small, pink vibrator. “This is what I wanted.”

“Lipstick?”

“Not quite.”

His eyebrows rose as she dragged it smoothly across his balls. “That feels kind of good.”

“Too bad, this toy is for me alone. Now, on your back. I want you in my mouth.”

“Not gonna argue with that.” He leaned against the pillows, still in an upright position.

One of the many hot things about Mason—he liked to watch. Lights on, eyes open, whenever possible. Tonight, his eyes followed every movement. The slide of his cock between her lips. How she gripped him at the base, holding him at her preferred angle for sucking. Her other hand—with accessory—slipping inside her panties.

She’d always wanted to try this. In itself, giving head turned her on. Touching herself while she sucked Mason’s cock took her to the edge, but she could never tip over. It required too much coordination—one style of rubbing with her right hand, a completely different motion with the left. With her toy handling the hard work, she could think less. Just feel.

She moaned around his cock as the vibe did its magic—a little too fast. A couple of clicks changed the vibrations from the ten-second-orgasm setting to a slow, escalating pulse. Perfect. It took her up, up, up…then back to the beginning. She sucked him deep, relaxing her jaw to take him all the way. She breathed him in, the heady scent of skin, sweat and arousal. Let him slide out. His cock throbbed, pre-come beading on the tip. She swirled her tongue around the head and slit, licking it away.

“Jesus.” That curse meant he was barely holding on to the edge.

She looked up at him and licked her lips, knowing the sight drove him crazy. More, she needed more sensation on her clit. She clicked to a more intense setting. Climax hit her immediately. She filled her mouth with his cock, holding it deep, sucking and swallowing while he came. And she came. And came, and came.

“Babe…Andie…” Two fingers tapped her on top of the head. Then again,
hard
. “Teeth.”

Oh, no. No, no, no. She tossed the vibe aside. “Oh my god, I hurt you.”

“It’s fine—now.”

“Let me check… I don’t see any blood. Oh god, there are tooth marks. I’m so, so sorry.”

He quickly inspected things for himself. “No permanent damage.” He shrugged and smiled. “You definitely have to do that again.”

She shook her head vigorously. “Mason, I
bit
your cock. What are you, a masochist?”

“It only hurt for a couple of seconds at the end, while you were milking that orgasm for all it’s worth.” He laughed out loud, presumably at her affronted intake of air. “I can take a little pain for something sexy-as-hell like that.” One-handed, he stopped her escape and had her underneath him. Kissing her the way only he knew how to kiss.