“You drive me fucking crazy.” and with that he crushed his mouth down onto hers.

Her lips parted against the brutal assault and she almost toppled backwards but his other hand snaked out and wrapped itself around her waist. The grip he had on her wrist kept her close to him but as she felt his tongue dive deep inside her mouth she knew there was not a chance in hell she was going anywhere. Moaning against him she moved up onto her tiptoes pushing her mouth back hard against his. He groaned deep in his throat and released her wrist. Just that quickly Lena felt a fire lick through her veins as she reached up and wrapped her arms around his neck. His free arm joined the second and came around to crush her in closer. She felt one of his hands reach down and smooth over her shirt that was barely protecting her from his hand being on her panty clad ass then she let out a squeak as he hauled her up and she had no choice but to wrap her legs around his waist. Hitched up against his hips she could feel his erection pressed between her thighs and his hard belly. She moaned against his mouth and gripped his neck tighter as she rocked up against him. He wrenched his head back and looked up at her. He took a deep breath and she watched his Adam’s apple move as he swallowed.

“If you’re gonna say no. Say it now.”

Lena felt a shiver race down her spine as she spread her fingers at the back of his neck then pushed them up through his hair. He tipped his head back and closed those beautiful blue eyes groaning at the sensation. Then when she gripped the hair tight his eyes flashed open and she smirked at him. “Or else?”


Mason’s fingers clenched on her delectable ass as he tried to get control of his raging hormones. She felt so damn good all pressed up against him she was lucky he could manage to string more than two words together. Then she had to go and throw out a challenge accompanied by a sexy smirk and a little hair tugging. He was so screwed if she said no. Looking up at her he said on a deep breath. “Or else, three year’s of celibacy is about to be over.”

He watched her eyes narrow but this time not in anger. Her eyes narrowed with sensual intent as she leaned down and placed her mouth by his ear. She flicked his lobe with her tongue and whispered. “Yes please.”

Groaning somewhere in the pit of his stomach he managed to make his way to the couch and turn to sit down with her still in his lap. With her now straddling his lap. He was about to reach down and haul her shirt up and off when she placed her hands on his chest and pushed him so he was leaning back against the couch and she was perched on his thighs. Her shirt had ridden up and he could see her blue panties peeking out at him and all he wanted to do was rip them the fuck off.

“Lena.” he warned, not knowing what he was about to do. She ran her hand that was resting on his chest down along his abdomen to stop at the silver buckle on his belt, then her eyes came up to meet his.

“Yes Mason?”

Reaching down to take her wrist again he held it right over his belt. “You sure?”

Leaning forward she pressed her mouth to his and kissed him to within an inch of his sanity. Then she whispered against his lips.“Yes, are you?”


Lena felt the shudder that passed through his body as he held so still she almost didn’t feel him breath. He blinked slowly then when he opened those hot blue eyes a wicked smile appeared on his mouth. He lowered her hand below his belt and pushed her palm up against his hard cock.

“Oh yeah. I’m real sure.”

Lena quickly turned her palm and gripped him through his pants then squeezed. She groaned as she leaned in feeling the pressure of the back of her hand against her own sweet ache that was now turning into an constant throb. His eyes latched onto hers and she was sure her panties should’ve melted away from the sheer heat he was aiming her way. He lifted his hands and dragged them around her hips then under her shirt to the back of her panties. She felt his fingers trace the top of the elastic then all ten of them burrowed in and slid down over her ass to grip a cheek in each hand. She groaned and he was right there to catch it in his mouth. His tongue slipped between her lips and flirted with hers as he pulled her up high and hard against her hand that was wedged against his hardness. Squirming on top of him she sat back and raised her eyes to his then took the hand from behind his neck to reach down and undo the belt, then when that was left undone and hanging apart she unbuckled his pants and unzipped them carefully. Groaning low in his throat he sat leaning back against the couch with his thighs spread wide, his eyes shut, pants undone and his hands inside her panties. He looked like he was either about to be or had been fucked, and to her there’d never been anything sexier. She ran her hand down the open space she’d created over the boxers that were straining to contain him and heard him whisper.

“Jesus Lena.”

Smiling and enjoying her moment of torture a little longer than she should, she pulled his shirt out and started to unbutton it from the bottom up. When she got to the third button from the top she spread the material apart and sat back to look at her handy work.

“Holy shit Langley.”

His eyes opened and focused on her then he gave her the sexiest grin she’d ever seen.

“What doc?”

Licking her top lip, and squirming on his thighs as he squeezed her ass, she whispered. “I think I just came from looking at you.”

A decidedly smug look appeared on his face and she let out a sigh of her own as one of his hands came around the front of her panties then turned and slid down between her thighs. Looking right at her he ran his finger back and forward between her slick folds.

“Not yet but I’d say you’re pretty close.”

Lena felt her eyes slide close as she started to rock against his hand. His other hand gripped her ass and pulled her in up against his arousal. She lowered her head and bit his bottom lip as she let both her hands go down and wedge between their bodies. He groaned when her fingers slipped past the boxers and finally touched bare skin.


Mason wasn’t sure how long he was going to be able to hold on. Her warm little hands had now burrowed down between their tight straining bodies and were stroking his hard cock. He groaned loudly and thrust his hips up pushing himself into her grip. She seemed to get the picture because she wrapped all ten of her fingers around him and squeezed tight. Then as her mouth devoured his she stroked him up and down all the while raising herself on her knees so she could rock on his fingers that were now wet, hot and knuckle deep inside of her. She gasped and let her head fall back crying his name.

“Mason!”

He looked up at her as she tilted her head back down to stare at him. He removed his hands grabbed the hem of her shirt then arched a brow.

“Time for this to go.”

Unfortunately for him she had to remove her hands for him to get rid of her shirt but in the end he figured he benefited from the sacrifice because Dr Lena O’Donnell was now straddling his thighs in nothing but a pair of blue panties. She didn’t give him long to look though because the minute the shirt hit the ground she was back, lips against lips tongue against tongue and those amazing hands down his pants. She moaned and pushed the fabric out of her way gently pulling him up and out of his boxers until she’d freed him. She sat back her bare breasts like an invitation but she wasn’t in the mood for slow she was in the mood for fast and if he were being honest he could get to those beauties later.

Right now what he wanted was right, “There.” he moaned running his fingers across her cotton covered mound.

She groaned and pushed against his fingers as she stroked him in her hands. Her eyes were running all over him and she looked like she was ready to eat every little inch of him.

“I want in there.” he whispered and her eyes closed as he slipped his finger in the leg of her panties and ran a finger across her wet clit.

“Fuck me.” she moaned falling forward and resting her hands against the back of the couch. Her hips ground down and his hips thrust up as he whispered across her mouth.

“Well that was the plan.” he paused then bit her lip until her eyes opened. When they were locked with his he finished, “But since you’re on top maybe you should do the honors.”

Looking down between their bodies she took one hand off the back of the couch and gripped his throbbing cock at the base. Groaning deep and low in the back of his throat, her eyes moved back to him and she smiled in a way that told him she knew what he wanted and only she could give it to him, she had that fucking right.

Never taking his eyes from her he pulled the leg of the panties to the side and licked his lips. She raised up on her knees putting her breasts right in front of his mouth. He couldn’t help but flick his tongue across one of the swollen red tips and he was glad that when he did he felt her thighs clench and her breath suck in. Gripping him tight she started to lower down and he felt her warm wet juices kiss the head of his aching cock and right before he lost his mind he remembered to ask.

“Lena?”

Her eyes blinked through the sensual haze she was in and he watched as they focused on him. She rocked her hips back and forward dragging him through her wetness and teasing herself.

“Yeah?” she panted.

Closing his eyes for a minute he calmed himself enough to ask.“Do I need to get protection, there’s one in my wallet.”

Grinning down at him she stroked his cock through her folds one last time and whispered against his mouth, “Only if you want to but I’m on the pill. It regulates me. So it’s up to you.”