One moment I was the one in control, and the next I found myself on my back, Mason braced above me, his lower body pushed against mine. I writhed and hooked my leg around him, needing him closer.
“Whatever you do, don’t stop,” I said, ready to tear off my clothes right then and there.
I was dosed up on painkillers and marshmallows. This was going to happen.
He pushed my T-shirt up and carefully got my good arm out. He then pulled it over my head and threaded my injured arm through.
I wasn’t wearing much and undressing me wouldn’t take much time. Score for lazy dressers like me. His eyes hungrily roamed my body, looking ready to devour me. I shivered at the idea, not opposed to it in the least.
We could go back to arguing with each other afterward. He kissed the top of one breast, then the other. I was in a Mason fog, unable—and unwilling—to tear myself away from him.
The chemistry was unlike anything I had ever felt before. My body responded to every one of his touches, no matter how small. My pants came off next, and as soon as they were gone I hooked my bare legs around him.
I was almost naked and he was still wearing all his clothes. I wanted to feel his skin on mine and mindlessly started tugging on his T-shirt, my attempts at undressing him were less successful than his.
When it became evident that it would take a small miracle to get his shirt off with one hand, he sat up and put his hand to the back and pulled it off in one swift move.
He came back down and his mouth found mine, his soft lips gentle, his tongue coaxing. I couldn’t get enough of kissing him, of feeling his skin under my hand, and opened to him eagerly.
His hand slipped under my panties, and I was moaning as soon as he made contact, unable to stop the sound from escaping. Our kisses became wetter and deeper, and I arched into him, wishing I had two hands to explore instead of just one. I wanted to touch him everywhere, wanted to take his pants off and then pull him closer.
When his finger slipped inside, I nearly came undone. That had never happened before. I was ready before he’d done much more than touch me.
Before I had a chance to process what was happening, his mouth was hot against the inside of my leg, blazing a hot trail up to my center. My underwear was gone soon after and I didn’t get a chance to think about the last time I had a Brazilian when he sucked my clit. The sensation was almost too much, and when he added a finger, I came harder than ever before, sure that I was seeing stars from nearly passing out.
That last part might also have something to do with me taking more than the prescribed amount of painkillers. When I came down, I was a boneless mess, unable to move or think. Mason was grinning up at me, looking very pleased with himself. He kissed his way up my body and leaned over me.
“Are you okay?” he asked, his finger trailing down my cheek. The gesture felt intimate and I didn’t know how to deal with it.
Sex I could handle. Him screwing with my emotions, not so much.
“I’m fine,” I said, my voice scratchy.
He looked at me a moment longer and then got my underwear and pulled them back on. He found my pants and sweatshirt and did the same. I was too confused to do anything but lie there. The only movement my body would allow was to blink my eyes. I was fully dressed in less than a minute.
“Let’s go to bed,” he said and helped me up. He kissed my hand and held it all the way up to my room.
“Sweet dreams, beautiful,” he said when we got to the door of the guest bedroom and gave me a light kiss on my lips. I blinked, waiting for him to deepen the kiss, but instead he smiled at me and backed away. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”
He walked up to his room, leaving me in a post Mason haze. He never did tell me what his fucking problem with me was.
The night was long, I didn’t sleep much despite how exhausted I was, and I was more confused than ever. I went from hating Mason to wanting to crawl into bed with him. I needed my head checked because something seemed to be malfunctioning in there.
After only three hours of sleep, I woke up way too early. But I wasn’t getting out of bed while Mason was still here. I tried to fall back asleep, but my mind wouldn’t shut off.
Why did he give me one of the best orgasms of my life and then just stop? Was I bad at getting orgasms? Did his equipment not work? Did he not want to have sex with me? And why are there no white and black M&Ms?
I would have had my mouth on him quicker than he could say blowjob. I wanted to wrap my lips around him and make him as much of a sated mess as I had been. What guy doesn’t want you to do that to him? The more I thought about it, the more confused I became. I was so stuck in my head that I didn’t immediately hear the door opening.
The creak of the floorboards finally made me aware that someone had just come inside. I played dead, ready to clock them if they tried to rob me. Or take me back to my mother. My eyes were still closed because I was too chickenshit to open them to see who it was.
Whoever it was didn’t
