by Lucy Auburn
Mason says, "That vision of Grayson, where he was injured and trying to get somewhere... do you think it has anything to do with the red skies?"
"Probably." I still remember what he said in that vision of him, where he struggled to walk without his cane: "Should've told her how I feel... goddamnit!" I can't imagine who he was talking about. "Maybe if I try again, I can see more of that vision."
"I'm game if you are. Seeing into the future... it's not something I ever thought would be possible. You're really one of a kind, aren't you, Ellen Arizona?"
The way he's looking at me, his mouth soft and eyes crinkled up at the corners, makes my heart do something a little bit like a skip. I don't like it—I promised myself I wouldn't let any feelings develop between me and the Fuckfaces. Not even kind, sweet, strong and handsome Mason.
So I turn away from him, towards the hallway that leads to Eve's room. "I've got to feed the cat," I remind him, kicking our walk back into gear and going fast enough that he falls behind me just a little. "She'll kill me if I don't take care of her."
"That cat sure did save our skin." Mason's voice comes from over my shoulder, his loping, long-legged steps helping him catch up with me faster than I thought he would. "I don't know if we ever would've found you if not for her. I still don't understand how she found that little portal."
"Me neither. It was basically cat-shaped." Almost like she made the portal herself. Weird kitty. "I've been feeding her all the wet food she wants, and I swear I think she's gained a bit of weight already. Or maybe she just feels heavier when she sleeps on my chest."
Mason chuckles. "A warm cat curled up on your chest... sounds like a dream. I'd love to sleep like that, instead of in a room where Levi snores."
It flashes through my mind that Eve will be gone for the night, which means her room is completely empty. Mason could... but no, I shake the thought off. Sleepovers are for girls who have hearts to give away, not for bitter killers looking for something strictly casual.
Still, no reason why he can't casually not-spend the night. Especially after the last few days. I'm sure we could both use the stress reliever. I just have to be careful not to lead him on, make him think I want more than just sex.
The Ellen I was before wanted something more. She fell for a soft, sweet guy who seemed kind and caring at first. But no matter how much I loved Jack, it was never enough. So I tried harder, changed myself, did whatever it took. By the time our relationship was over, I didn't risk the version of myself I saw in the mirror. I can't risk falling into that kind of trap again. The only way to protect myself is to keep Mason, and guys like him, at a distance.
As we open Eve's door, Penny runs out, plaintively mewling. She rubs against my ankle as I pull a little can of cat food out of the cabinet and dump it into her bowl. Leaping onto the counter, she starts chowing down right away, acting like she wasn't just fed this morning.
"Silly cat." I run my fingers down her back, enjoying the way her butt lifts as I scratch near the base of her tail. "Good thing she saved me, though."
"It is." Mason's voice is low and warm from behind me, closer than I realized he was. Stepping forward, he slides his hands tentatively to my waist, and a thrill of lust shoots through me, powerful and intoxicating. "You know, if we have this place to ourselves, I can think of a few things we could do."
I lean back into his embrace, enjoying the way his thumbs stroke circles on my skin. Biting my lower lip, I cautiously say, "You do get that this has to be casual, though, right? I just—"
"Don't want a relationship. I know." He dips his mouth down, close to my ear, and heat strokes the shell of my sensitive skin. His next words are, "I think we can do something besides hold hands, though. Last time we both enjoyed ourselves, after all—didn't we?"
"I did." I swallow as Mason runs his lips across my earlobe and lightly sucks on my skin. At the same time, his fingers brush up beneath my shirt, finding the lacy edge of my bra and teasing me with a gentle touch. "It was... nice."
"Then let's do it again." He presses his hips forward, his erection firm against my lower back. "Unless you're not in the mood? You were just kidnapped by a handsome brooding prince, after all."
I roll my eyes at his teasing tone. "Fuck, don't remind me. The things he said—apparently we were going to get married and he was going to bend me over and have his way with me."
"Was he now?" There's a low growl in Mason's voice, and his hands tighten as he grips my waist, pulling me back against him and rubbing his arousal against my ass cheeks. I swallow. "I'm glad he didn't get the chance. The thought of that prick trying to force you into something—it makes me see red."
I don't tell Mason that I don't think the Black Serpent, for all his fucked-up behavior, would've actually forced me. He cajoled, begged, pleaded, and promised, but he seemed to genuinely think that if he went through the motions of fairy tale romance long enough, I would want him.
The feeling of Mason's mouth on my neck makes me promptly forget any other man. His lips are warm, his mouth hungrily claiming me. I back up, biting my lip as I press against him, enjoying the feeling of his cock rubbing up and down against my body, hard even through layers of clothing. One of his hands grabs my hips and presses me back, while the other brushes beneath the underwire of my bra, stroking at the sensitive skin there.
Warmth blooms between my thighs, my pussy throbbing with sudden need and arousal. I'm already flashing back to the way it felt to press myself against Mason's mouth and come against him, how thick his cock was inside me as he fucked me against a wall. Hunger to do it again makes me impatient, and I grab his hand, pulling him out of the kitchenette.
"Eve's bed," I tell him, turning around to face him and walking backwards, staring up into those aroused brown eyes. "It's a California King."
"Hot." Grabbing the back of my neck, he dips his head down to meet my lips in a hungry kiss. His other hand pulls me towards him by the hip again, grinding his arousal against my belly this time.
I whimper a little into his mouth, and he deepens the kiss, alternating between sucking at and nibbling my lips and stroking my mouth with his tongue.
The feeling of him inside me like this, kissing me with so much desire and tenderness, is a reminder of what it was like to have him inside me in other ways. My thighs clench with need, and I walk him backwards towards the bed, glad Eve is off campus so often. I have the feeling this isn't going to be the kind of quiet, polite sex you have when your roommate is home.
Mason grabs my shirt and pull it over my head, throwing it on the floor behind him. I take a seat on the bed, staring up at him, and reach for his pants. As I unzip him and pull his waistband down over the hard cock inside his boxers, he pulls his shirt off, then reaches hungrily for my bra. His fingers fumble at the clasp, and he chuckles a little, a chuckle that turns into a groan as I palm his dick through thin fabric.
"I didn't get to suck it last time," I tell him, aroused, curious, and nervous all at the same time. "I want to this time."
Eyes heavy-lidded, he stares down at me, pulls my bra off, and throws it to the floor. "Your wish is my desire. Suck away."
I smirk up at him, and lick my lips as I pull down the waistband of his boxers. He's thick and long, just like I remember, and already hard. Staring up at him, I enjoy the way he looks down at me, his thumb reaching out to caress the edge of my jaw.
Before, I didn't enjoy giving head. It was a task, one that almost always started with an insistent hand on my head or neck pushing me down and shoving a dick past my lips without even asking first or getting me aroused. But after Mason's performance in the arena, I want to show him I can give as good as I get. And I want to know what it feels like to enjoy this—to take the reins, take control, and make a man fall apart with my mouth.
I draw his hips towards me, and he rests his hands lightly on my shoulders. Taking a deep breath, I take his hard cock in my hand, warming at the way it takes my whole grip to hold it. He watches, abdominal muscles tighte
ning, as I open my mouth and put the flat of my tongue against the underside of his length.
Flicking my eyes up towards him, I enjoy the full-body shudder that goes through him as I lick his cock from root to tip. So I repeat the actions a few more times, getting his shaft nice and wet. He grows impossibly hard in my hands, a thin vein on his shaft standing out, precum dribbling from the head of his cock.
"That's it," he murmurs, as I close my lips around the tip and tighten them. "Nice and slow. Just like that."
With his gentle guidance—never pushing, never forcing, letting me take the lead—I slowly take inch by inch of Mason's hard length into my mouth. He enjoys it when I tongue the slit and rocks his hips back and forth when I suck the flared head into the back of my mouth.
Growing bolder, I angle my head forward and drop open the back of my throat. This is something we learned in theater school vocal warmups—how to open up your throat. My thighs clench together, warmth pooling between them, as I filthily draw his shaft back there. His hands tighten on my shoulders, skin shuddering, a low moan leaving his throat.
This is what he likes.
Now that I know, I'm going to do it more.
Breathing through my nose, pushing past my gag reflex, I draw him back onto the middle of my tongue and then pull him in again. His body curves towards me, hips canting forward, cock brushing the back of my throat.
"Ellen—Jesus, fuck, oh my god, that feels so—ah!" Circling the base of his cock with one hand, I slide the other between my thighs, pressing up against the pulsing arousal there as Mason makes unintelligible noises. Steeling myself, I bob back and forth on his now-dripping cock, swirling and swallowing him down. "Oh, fuck, Ellen, yes—I'm gonna—I have to—"
He arches towards me, hands braced on my shoulders, thrusting himself deep inside me. For a long, tortuous moment I can't breathe at all, mouth full of him, his cock twitching inside me. I press my fingers against my throbbing clit through layers of clothes and close my eyes as he pulls out of my throat, shuddering, spilling a warm splash of cum on the back of my tongue.
I suck at it and swallow, the taste of him inside me sending that strange, warm electricity running through me. He's bitter, but not overly so, more like a good glass of whiskey or an aged red wine. As I draw my mouth off his cock, enjoying the way it twitches, still half-hard, I look up at Mason and smirk.
He's staring down at me with awe. I wipe my wet mouth with the back of my hand, then lick a smear of cum off it for good measure. The way he swallows, heat in his eyes, makes it clear that this was very successful.
"Fuck, Ellen." His voice is deep and raspy, his boxers fallen to his ankles, cock swaying as he steps out of them. "I'm going to pay you back for that."
Before I can even blink, he's thrown me down onto Eve's expansive bed and is tugging my hips and ass over the edge. Getting up on my elbows, I watch as he kneels between my knees and tugs my pants off, bringing my underwear with them, exposing me fully.
The way he looks at my bare naked body makes it clear he's attracted to it. But for good measure, he meets my gaze and roughly says, "You're so damned sexy, Ellen. I'd eat you out for hours if you'd let me. Would you let me?"
My breath catches, my lower lips pulsing, and I squirm at the thought of it. "I've never tried," I confess, curious. "Think you could go without breathing for that long?"
Mason grins wickedly, pushing my legs apart until I'm splayed in front of him. "I was on the diving team in high school. I bet I could figure it out. For a blowjob like that... I more than owe you."
I swallow as he draws his mouth to the inside of my knees and trails kisses up my skin, just a few inches. Confessing, "I've never sucked a cock that deep in my throat before," I add, "mostly because you're only the second guy I've been with."
He startles, pulling back just a little to look up at me. "Really?"
"Yeah." Licking my lips, I add, "My ex wasn't really into foreplay. Or oral. Unless it was road head, but he wasn't... like you. You're so big. And it was really hot, feeling your cock hit the back of my throat." Reaching up, I delicately press two fingers to my neck, and his eyes follow the motion, heavy-lidded. "I can still feel it there."
"It didn't hurt, did it?"
"No." Mason's concern only adds to the heat of the thrill. I did something to him that shocked and aroused him, throwing him off guard. "I want to do it again sometime. Though first I want to take advantage of this bed. Maybe even today... If you can get that cock of yours hard for another round."
"Oh, we'll use this bed alright," he promises, voice dark and aroused. "First, though, I'm going to show you more of what my mouth can do."
He parts his lips and skims barely-there kisses up the inside of my thigh, making my skin shudder. I lean back, watching him, his braid falling over his shoulder as he places a kiss on one thigh, then the other, further up inch by inch. I want nothing more than to clasp my thighs around his ears and push myself up against his face, grinding on his pouty lips, but he holds my knees still, keeping me from taking it faster.
Inch by inch, kiss by kiss, he gets closer and closer to my apex. I think the teasing is going to last forever. My pussy is red and wet with desire, my lips throbbing for his mouth.
Just when I think it'll never come, he descends on me, mouth closing on my apex all at once. Thrusting the flat of his tongue against my clit, he grabs my hips and pulls me against him until his mouth engulfs me.
I cry out, falling back against the bed, hands fisting in the sheets. Mason draws my legs up over his shoulder, his tongue working me rhythmically, pounding into my lips and rubbing against my clit. My ribs heave as I breath fast and heavy, moaning and jerking my hips up against him.
He makes a low, pleased noise, then hums against my skin.
Shuddering, I pulse and start to orgasm against him. Mason's warm brown eyes flick up to my face and watch me, his hands guiding me against his tongue and open mouth, he lips pressing to my skin. I squirm as he forces my orgasm to keep going and going, never letting me down, fucking me with his tongue.
Long, impossible moments draw out as I shudder and shake against him.
Every thought empties my mind but pleasure.
All the muscles in my body clench and press on him, his wet, warm tongue the best pleasure I've ever felt.
My voice leaves my body in a pleased, gasping scream that's wordless.
It must be minutes later when I start to come down, hands tight in the sheets, sweat slicking my skin. He slows the rhythm of his tongue against me, then pulls his face back, kissing my lower lips softly. I stare up into his brown eyes, legs still thrown around his shoulders.
Gathering my thoughts, I tell him, "That was the best, longest orgasm I've ever had."
"And it's just the first," he promises. Pushing me up the bed, my body nearly boneless with satisfaction, he crawls up and braces his arms so he's above me. "You just made me so hard. That tight little body of yours... I'm gonna fuck you until you've forgotten your own name."
I laugh, then look down and swallow at the sight of his cock. It's ramrod straight again, full and hard with desire, all from his mouth on my body. Licking my lips, I stare up at him—and he kisses me, hungry and animalistic.
As I part my legs for him and he slides his body down towards me, my nipples brushing against his skin, he blindly reaches out and fumbles in Eve's nightstand. Thank god it doesn't take long for him to put the barest of latex between us. I'm already gasping and moaning for more.
When he teases his cock against my lower lips and slides it home in one long, smooth stroke, I shudder and cry out. His mouth silences me as he works his way deep inside my body and out again, pleasure written on his face. I draw my legs up on either side of his muscular body, enjoying the flare of his ass as he fucks his cock deep inside me, parting my lips and filling me.
Quickly, he's fucking me harder and faster, grabbing my ass and pulling me up onto his impressive length. I clench myself around him and moan as his strokes make my b
ody pulse with pleasure. So soon after the impossibly long orgasm, another follows on its heels, raw and short. I dig my fingernails into his back and stare up into his eyes.
He covers his mouth with mine and makes a low, satisfied noise as he grinds me down into the covers. The headboard taps against the wall, his strength pushing it back. I reach up and grab onto the edge of it, enjoying the lust and pleasure in his eyes, the way his toes dig into the mattress as he fucks me thoroughly down into it.
When he comes, in one long, groaning stroke, his whole body shudders and his eyes close. I watch him do it, burying his cock in me and holding my body against him. By the time he's done, he's exhausted, and he falls down onto the mattress next to me.
Stroking my hair, he stares into my face. The moment feels tender. I have to force myself to look away.
"Ellen Arizona," I tell him.
"What?" He frowns, puzzled.
"My name." Smirking at him, I add, "I still remember it. Better luck next time."
Throwing his head back, he laughs. The tender moment is broken. He cleans himself up in the bathroom, then joins me in the covers, kissing me lightly and palming my hip with one broad hand.
I let him relax, for a while. I let myself relax next to him. But I count the minutes in my head. When enough have gone by, I sit up, throw the covers off, and start getting dress, ignoring the raw feeling of clothes against my recently-fucked flesh. Mason watches me.
"Dinner," I remind him. "And training. We should get back to it."
"Right."
We don't speak again until we're in the dining hall, and then it's small topic about the food. It's a relief when Levi shows up to thoroughly wrench the tension out of the air.
I tell myself I feel nothing. That's why it's so strange—I feel nothing, and I don't know how to have a fuck buddy, because I never had before. If things feel tender, that's just because of all the orgasms. It's just because he fucked me so well.
The flare of heat on my skin when he looks at me is just attraction. So is the way my heart skips a beat. And the little smile that curls on my lips when he grabs me a second dessert.