WARNING! Let’s just make all of this clear now: below the break, there is a SEX SCENE. I know, you little perverts talked me into it. Now, if you don’t wanna read it, feel free to skip down to the ***; that’s where the beginning of the next scene (which only hints at the previous night) (actually, Valery may or may not shout what happened) starts. Hope you enjoy this, you little shits; it was so hard to write.
Fun fact: I feel like Ne-Yo’s song Lazy Love was made for this chapter. Just saying~
He stopped just above my bra, teasing the skin with his teeth, hot breath brushing my chest. I arched my back, whimpering quietly, but he simply chuckled, ignoring my pleas and continuing with his own enjoyment. Just when my bra was almost nudged completely off, he slipped his hand behind me, fingers dancing across my skin as he unhooked the back. He slipped it off, getting a quiet chuckle when I lobbed it against the wall, wrapping my arms around his neck. The chuckle subsided, but the smirk was still fresh as I kissed him, hot and quick. His skin was cool against me, taking its time heating up, and his fingers skimmed the length of my arms. When they reached the tips of my fingers, he unhooked my hands from behind his neck, pinning them above my head.
“Not this again,” I whined, airy, dazed, breathless.
He chuckled; pressing opened mouth kisses on my breast. I expected it to be fast, something people did when they were so overdrawn with need that they just went at it, but he was in complete control, slow, patient. He’d tease the skin just around, move in a little closer, and then pull away.
When he finally took my nipple in his mouth, I arched my back, breathing heavily. “Shit,” I whimpered.
“You shouldn’t cuss, Deserae,” he teased, swirling his tongue slowly.
“Bite me,” I managed to breath out.
He did, nibbling softly.
I groaned. “I hate you so much.”
He simply chuckled, teasing the other breast.
I squirmed, torn between letting him continue with his assault and needing to feel him, but when I tried to free my hands, he only tightened his hold on my wrists.
“Please,” I whispered. “I want… I need to touch you.”
He paused, surprised, but did as I asked, letting go and relocating his hands to the mattress by my head, holding him up. I wasn’t having any of it, though, needing to feel him on every inch. Wrapping my arms back around his neck, I pulled him down on me. He groaned at the contact, kissing me hard.
As I kissed him back, my fingers slid along his chest, tracing the barely-there six-pack, before undoing the button on his jeans.
His hand caught mine just as they were unzipped, still not breaking the kiss as he placed them against his chest. Instead, he used his elbow to keep himself up, the other hand snatching my jeans and pulling them and my underwear off in one movement. Bare to the world, I stared at him, half questioning, half panting.
“Couldn’t let you undress me first, could I?” he murmured against my neck. “What fun would that be?”
I ignored his teasing, slipping my hands in the loops of his jeans and pushing them down. He helped when he saw how much problem I was having getting them all the way off, kicking them to the foot of the bed with mine.
We still weren’t even; he had on black boxer briefs, covering himself from me. I didn’t have time to protest, though, because his teeth latched on my neck and he sucked, hard, being sure to leave a mark. Instead of protesting, I moved my head to the side, baring my neck, giving him plenty of room to deepen the bruise, sucking harder.
“So eager,” he whispered.
When he was satisfied, he moved his lips down, trailing fire down the middle of my breast, stomach, to the base of my abdomen, just above course hair. I watched with wide eyes as he spread my legs, face turning bright red as he caught my gaze. He smirked, kissing my inner thigh, going higher, nudging his lips against my skin until he reached sensitive flesh, tongue twirling.
“Oh God,” I whispered, fingers knitting themselves into his hair unconsciously.
“You won’t need his help tonight,” he murmured, “This isn’t anything you can’t handle.”
So he said, but my heart was hammering so hard in my chest, I was sure it was going to explode.
His mouth opened wider, tongue flat as he flicked lightly, teasingly.
“Mason,” I breathed lightly, barely audible. Something was coiling in my stomach, falling lower, and tightening. My head fell back, eyes clamped shut as the coil snapped and a breathy moan slipped out.
He came back up, a fresh smile on his wet lips as I panted
“What?” I asked, staring in his eyes.
“For someone who’s so loud when they’re angry, you’re pretty quiet when you cum,” he said matter-of-factly.
My face burned. “I can’t believe you just said that out loud,” I said, covering my face.
He just chuckled at my expense, grabbed my wrist to move my hands out of the way. “If you can do this, you can talk about it, Deserae.”
“That’s easy for you to say,” I grumbled. “You still have clothes on.”
He shook his head, still laughing.
Annoyed, my hand reached for him, cupping him in my palm.
His expression immediately changed, eyes closing, mouth opening.
God, he looked even hotter – if that was possible.
Having no idea what I was doing, my fingers traced him, feeling him throb as he hissed, fingers curling into my side.
“Now who’s eager?” I teased, slipping my hand under the band of his boxer-briefs.
He caught my wrist, stopping my advance yet again. “Keep that up, and this will be over before we even start.”
I shivered, tempted to continue, but also excited by the thought of what happens next, how far we go.
“I can’t tell who wants this more, me or you,” he said, guiding my fingers to the band, slipping them down. He eventually had to get up, letting them fall to the floor before hovering over me again.
He kissed me lightly, asking for permission.
I wrapped my arms around him, hooking a leg around his waist, and kissed him hard, tongue slipping into his mouth before he could say anything else. He kissed me back just as fierce, one hand grasping my thigh to keep my leg around him, and the other cupping my face.
He eased into me, stopping when he felt my nails bite into him. It hurt, piercing pain as if he was ripping me in half. My eyes watered, muscles tightening in an effort to keep from crying out.
Mason brushed the tears away with the side of his palm. “Breathe deeply, love.”
I did as he said, filling my lungs with hot air. It tasted like sweat, but it helped, easing the pain if only a little. A few more deep breaths and I nodded for him to continue.
This happened a few more times, Mason easing into, stopping when the pain became too much, waiting until I nodded, before continuing until he was all the way in.
He moved once slowly, slipping to the tip and easing back in. It still hurt, but I didn’t feel like I was breaking apart. He moved again, this time angling himself differently before slipping back in. Something sparked in my abdomen, something that had me curling my fingers into his skin again; only this time, it wasn’t so much pain as it was something else.
“Are you okay?” he asked, looking at me, accent much thicker than usual.
I nodded. “It… It doesn’t hurt as much anymore. It… It just… felt weird.”
He tilted his head, questioning me, before it dawned on him. Without saying anything, he moved out and back in, a little more force this time.
I gasped, clinging to him. “Christ.”
“Looks like I found it,” he said, smirking, but it was strained.
I didn’t catch what he said, but he moved again, lighting that spark in my abdomen. I arched my back the next time he did it, sending him deeper.
Need twisted me, the same coil wounding tighter as he moved. Tension built somewhere below my stomach, and I moved with him, trying to release it.
“Ma… Mason,” I whispered, trying to pull him closer.
“Let go, love,” he murmured, seating himself at my center, “Just let it go.”
The coil snapped, tension breaking as my toes curled. I dug into him as white danced across my vision, sparking my voice into an airy cry.
Somewhere in the far off distance, I heard Mason moan as he found his own release. Not long after, he fell on the bed next to me, rocking the mattress. The room was filled with musk and sweat as we panted heavily, coming down from the high. He tucked me into him, holding me there as he pulled the covers over us. Content and pleasantly sore, I buried my face in his chest, closing my eyes.
***
I woke up the next morning to Val screaming.
“SWEET TAP-DANCING JESUS, I THINK MASON AND DESERAE DID IT LAST NIGHT!” she shouted as she closed the door, sounding more proud than anything else.
“WHAT!?” I heard Miranda yell back.
“THEY’RE IN BED TOGETHER, BOTH WITHOUT ANY CLOTHES ON,” she continued.
“OH MY GOD, SERIOUSLY!?”
I groaned, pulling the covers over my head as I drew closer to Mason.
“We can’t escape them forever,” he said sleepily, but wrapped his arms more firmly around me.
“No, but we can pretend they don’t exist for a few hours,” I mumbled.
The door jerked opened.
“HOLY HELL, I THINK YOU’RE RIGHT, VAL!” Miranda shouted, “UNLESS D DECIDED SHE HATED HER UNDERWEAR, THEY DEFINITELY DID IT.”
I chucked the pillow at her. “Go away.”
She snickered, but shut the door nonetheless.
“If we don’t get up now, they’ll keep coming in,” Mason warned.
“I know,” I mumbled, “but I’m really comfortable.”
He chuckled, kissing the top of my head. “Personally, I don’t care either way. We can lie here all day or we can go out and do something.”
“You don’t have any meetings today?” I asked, looking up at him.
He smiled. “Yes, but I’m not going.”
I tilted my head. “Why not?”
The smile turned into a smirk. “Stay here in bed all day with you or go to a meeting with a bunch of guys in suits – I think I’m fine here.”
My face heated up. “Slacker.”
He chuckled. “The one and only.”
“We should probably get a shower at least,” I said, but immediately took it back. “Never mind; I like how you smell.”
“I smell like you,” he said, the back of his fingers outlining my arm. “What’s with all this honesty, hmm? Aren’t you supposed to insult me?”
“Shut up,” I grumbled. “It just kind of came out, like word vomit or something. I don’t know what I’m supposed to do.”
He laughed, pulling me against him. “You’re worried about the morning after?”
“When you say it like that, it makes us seem like teenagers.”
“You are a teenager, love,” he pointed out.
“Yeah, but you’re not,” I said, “and on top of it, that was… that was my first time, so I’m not even sure if I did everything right or… or something…” My voice faded out at the end, mouth not working with my head to form words right.
He smiled, eyes opened, fond, as he looked at me. “You’re worried that I didn’t enjoy myself.”
“Uh, well, yeah, kind of,” I fizzled out, face burning.
What the hell are we talking about!?
He pulled away a little, pushing me on my back as his hands skimmed my stomach. “What about you?”
I stopped. “What?”
“Are you okay?” he clarified, resting his hand on the crook of my neck.
I knew he wasn’t talking about the bruise he left. “Sore, but I’m okay,” I assured him. “That doesn’t answer my question, though.”
He kissed me lightly, thumb stroking my jaw. “It does. You’ll probably have a hard time walking today. I tried not to be too rough, but I couldn’t help it. Especially when you let out that little moan.”
My face was hot. “Oh my god. Please forget about that.”
He chuckled. “Never.”
The door opened again and Mason and I looked over to see Valery staring at us with a wide, creepy grin.
“ARE YOU GUYS GOING TO LIE IN BED ALL DAY!?” Valery shouted unnecessarily.
“THEY’RE HAVING A LAZY LOVE DAY, VAL, LEAVE THEM ALONE,” Miranda yelled.
“THEY’RE JUST SO FREAKING CUTE, I CAN’T EVEN!”
“I AGREE.” And the door slammed shut.
I groaned, burying my face in Mason’s chest. “I hate them. Can we move out?”
He just laughed.
MC'S PORN ADVENTURES!
You think I'm kidding, but oh my god, guys, I can't even express the amount of penises I have seen in order to write this chapter. Now, I'm not saying that I decided I was going to lose my virginity just to know what it was like, but I did watch one or two porn videos (which DID NOT HELP WHAT-SO-FREAKING-EVER). Here's what I've learned:
1.) Mason would never EVER wear a thong. Or a G-string. Ever.
2.) TENTACLES ARE NOT MEANT TO GO ANYWHERE NEAR A HUMAN BODY HOLY SHIT
3.) There is no way IN HELL I could EVER bend my body the way some of these chicks do. Kudos to pornstars for being able to move like Mister Fantastic from the Fantastic Four. You are offically more talented than gymnast.
Jesus tap-dancing Christ. I am offically scarred for life.
Anywho~ On a lighter note, did my cupcakes enjoy the chapter? I hope so! Again, forgive my inabilty to write sex scenes, as I am a virgin and have no idea what it's like to lose it, I just hope it was realistic and nicely written.
Happy reading~