Page 104 of Shamed
Mase’s orgasm follows a mere second later.
Head tilted back, his hips jolt, then go still as he empties inside me with a loud groan and gasping breaths.
It feels like an eternity passes before the pleasure subsides, both his and mine, and we’ve both come back from the high.
“Jesus.”
All I manage to say in reply is a breathless, “Yeah.”
We stay like that for several long minutes, unmoving, heartbeats wild, skin slick, hair a mess, and breaths uncontrolled.
I feel boneless, sated, and sleepy.
But guilt and shame are fickle enemies of mine, and I know that at any minute, they’ll come roaring back to haunt me.
CHAPTER THIRTY
Mase
Imade a fucking mistake.
I crossed a line that I’d repeatedly marked and underlined, telling myself over and over not to get too close to it. But every smile, every accidental touch, every spot of loneliness that she filled inside me drewme closer.
As soon as Jayne unlocks the cuffs, I bound to my feet, running both hands through my hair, my stomach in knots.
Fuck. I need to clean everything. I should wash the bedding, shower . . .leave.
Shame washes over me. Not only because I let myself have sex with her, but because I wasn’t worthy of being the person she trusted with her body after so long. I took that position, and I shouldn’t have.
My thoughts stumble over themselves until my eyes land on Jayne, who is watching me with wariness.
“Are you okay?” she asks, pulling at the hem of her sweater to try to cover herself, briefly pulling my attention to her legs, and reminding me how much I wanted to touch them.
I’ve never tugged so hard against the cuffs before.
I wanted to feel the pulse fluttering in her neck, suck her hardened nipples into my mouth while squeezing the soft flesh surrounding them.
I wanted to feel her wet on my fingers and find out what she tastes like.
But I also wanted to hold her down, pin her hands above her head, and swallow her cries.
“You’re going to turn out just like that fucking loser.”
My stomach clenches, muscles tightening.
With rough hands, I pull off the condom and throw it in her trash, tucking myself away.
She wouldn’t want me if she knew.
I should have told her, given her all the information, before she gave me her body.
On anxious legs, I pace a few steps, rubbing at the back of my neck.
“Mase?” I turn to face her. She needs to leave. I want her to stay. “Do you, um . . . regret what happened?”
“Yes,” I answer, watching as she deflates and folds in on herself, cutting me up on the inside. “But not for any reasons you may think. Sex is . . . complicated for me.”
Jayne slides off the bed, pulling on her discarded panties, trying to arm herself and hide the hurt. “I was assaulted, then avoided sex for ten years. If anyone understands complicated, it’s me.”
