Mason

by Lisa Helen Gray

  “Because… because… fuck sake Mason, just because,’’ I snap, my hand reaching down to switch it off. The vibrations are starting to send me dizzy and the heat from embarrassment and the heat from the vibrations are making it hard for me to breathe.

  “Oh no you don’t,’’ he says, stopping my hand from reaching down between my legs. “Now tell me.’’

  “Mason, you know what is down there,’’ I snap again, showing him I don’t find any of this funny. Not that I think he’s finding it funny, not at all, he’s had a serious, deep, dark expression since the second he walked through the door.

  “Now tell me, why? I can sit here all night Denny,’’ he smirks, so I smirk back.

  “The batteries won’t last that long.’’

  “Want to bet I change them? Now start talking.’’

  “Fuck sake. I do it because of the baby?’’

  “Because of the baby?’’ he smirks, looking and sounding amused.

  “Yes. After I had my first scan and Nan took me to get some pregnancy book it got me thinking. I have only had sex twice Mason and most women who get pregnant are usually more experienced, you know…down there-“

  His laughter cuts me off and I give him a glare, smacking him lightly on the chest, the movement causing me to let out a quiet moan. His laughing halts to a sudden stop, and his eyes blaze close to the colour black. His intense gaze burns into my already heated skin, setting me alight.

  “Carry on,’’ he tells me hoarsely.

  I give him another glare; this one I’m hoping gives more warning. “As I was saying…it got me thinking. And because I’d only slept with you, I was literally giving birth to a baby a virgin. So I bought the…um…vibrator so I can…you know…stretch my doo-dah,’’ I explain, not wanting to tell him the other real reason. He only asked me why I had a dildo, not why I was using one.

  “And that’s why you’re doing that…now,’’ he smirks, his lips twisted into what I can only describe as delectable.

  “Yes,’’ I lie, averting my eyes to the other side of the room, the vibrations tightening my core.

  “Liar,’’ he whispers. “I bet you’ve been waiting for me to go so you can have your way with it.’’

  “W-what, don’t be so stupid,’’ I scoff, my face burning brighter.

  “Lying really doesn’t suit you. If you’re so worked up you only had to ask, babe.’’

  “You’ve been freaking busy,’’ I snap, before opening my eyes wide.

  I cannot believe I just admitted to that.

  He grins at me, his face calculating something from the way his smirk twists into a sexy grin. My pulse picks up and I start to wriggle, wanting to both turn the vibrator off and turn it on faster.

  “Let’s see what I can do,’’ he whispers huskily, his fingers grabbing the edge of the blanket before I can reach out to stop him. My chest is still covered by a thin white tank top, my nipples visible through the light material and Mason lets out a pained groan.

  Slowly, he lifts the thin fabric up my body, the material covering my face and forcing my arms to be raised above my head.

  “Hmmm, I think I like you like this,’’ he chuckles, his fingers running between my breasts at a torturingly slow pace.

  “Mason, please, I can hardly breathe,’’ I half lie, because I do feel a little suffocated. The word ‘breathe’ barely leaves my mouth before he has it up and over my head and thrown across the room. His smiling face and dark penetrating eyes bore down into mine; before he leans down to kiss me.

  The kiss sends every nerve ending into a frenzy, my body feeling light and my head feeling dizzy with lust.

  God, he’s a good kisser.

  He pulls away and I moan disappointed, but he just places a quick kiss on the tip of my nose before kissing down my neck.

  He manages to manoeuvre his body so he’s settled between my legs, the blanket still bunched up against my waist, but that doesn’t stay like that for long. He grabs the edge and in one hard tug, he has it off the bed and onto the floor.

  I gasp, completely bare and vulnerable to him as I lay here completely naked with a vibrator between my legs.

  “Pink,’’ he murmurs softly, before tracing his finger across my clit and through my slit. I buck moaning, my stomach tightening and I grasp at the bed sheets on either side of me.

  “Take it out,’’ I moan wanting to feel him inside me.

  “Why?’’ he asks, stopping to look up at me.

  “I want you,’’ I groan, especially when he starts his torture with his skilled fingers.

  “Oh baby, this is all for you, but we’re not having sex yet, but I’m going to taste you,’’ he says before moving further down the bed so his face is level with my sex, and I swear, I don’t need to have a mirror to know how red I am right now. I can feel the flush on my chest, rising up my neck to my face.

  “Mason,’’ I plead, for what I’m not sure.

  He chuckles, his warm breath fanning my sex and I buck again, my sex moving closer to his awaiting mouth.

  When he doesn’t make a move for a few seconds, I lift my head, but with my bump in the way I can’t see what he’s doing which just makes me wetter. I’m about to ask when I feel the vibrations become harder, stronger, and I squeal out in surprise, the pleasure something I never felt before when I used one.

  Maybe it’s because Mason is in control, my mind wonders.

  His breath is against my clit, but his one hand is between my legs, holding the vibrator as he starts to thrust it in and out. I cry out, my hips bucking so wildly that Mason has to use his other hand to press down on my hips, but it only causes me to cry out louder.

  “Oh God,’’ I moan loving the feel of him, but the moan soon turns into another cry of pleasure when his tongue reaches my clit, flicking it once, twice before I feel myself tighten.

  “Touch yourself,’’ I beg, needing him to be pleasured by this too. It’s the one thing I’ve always fantasised him doing, but he never did. We skipped most of the foreplay, too desperate to get each other’s clothes off.

  His moan against my clit sends a new wave of pleasure and I have to grab onto the sheets to try and keep myself grounded, wanting to wait for him.

  “Are you touching yourself,’’ I gasp out, needing to know so I can picture him.

  “Fuck! Denny, you’re killing me,’’ he groans out, but then he moves into a kneeling position, I gasp in pleasure seeing his hand wrapped around his meaty, thick erection and I lick my lips wishing I could get my taste of him. It’s only fair since he tasted me.

  “Stop looking at me like that Angel, I’ll end up blowing my load,” he breathes out, his hand on the vibrator twisting a little to give it a new angle, the thrusting picking up along with the speed of vibrations.

  “Oh God Mason,’’ I cry out, wanting him. “I want to touch you.’’

  Thinking he’d refuse, I’m surprised when he moves, not removing the one hand from the vibrator as he moves closer towards my head, lying on his side.

  He gives my belly a light kiss before his fingers touch my clit and I moan out, wetting my lips when I turn my head, his cock near my mouth. I don’t hesitate, although I should because I’ve never done this before, but something inside me is begging to do it. So I take his cock in one hand and run my tongue around the tip, the saltiness hitting my taste buds.

  I have to quickly remind myself of what I read and when I do, I try taking, but with the way I’m laying, I’m not able to take him all the way. I’m lucky if I get halfway before I start gagging

  With my lips wrapped around him and the feel of his fingers torturing my clit and the vibrator between my legs, I can feel myself building up, ready to explode.

  “Fuck, I’m going to come soon, are you close?’’ he asks, his voice ruff and husky.

  I moan around his cock which causes him to groan. “If you don’t want me to come in your mouth let me know now, babe.’’

  I don’t bother answering; I just take him a lit
tle deeper, ignoring the cramp in my neck. As soon as he realises I want him to cum in my mouth he groans, exploding. The taste isn’t as horrible as every makes out it to be, it’s gone as soon as it’s swallowed, and that’s what I do, swallow. I’m also trying to focus on licking it all up, another thing I read in one of my smutty romance novels. Only it’s not as erotic as they made it out to be. I try my hardest to concentrate, but with his fingers, the vibrator and him cumming in my mouth, I’m ready to explode and all it takes is Mason to pinch my clit hard for me to explode, my mouth pulling away from his cock, crying out it in pleasure. My back hits the mattress properly and I cry out in pure pleasure and ride out my orgasm.

  Just as I begin to recover, Mason’s mouth is yet again on my clit, his lips sucking hard and I scream out again, my mind completely blank, my eyes clenched shut, and my whole body locked up tight as wave after wave shatters through my body.

  I barely feel him pull his lips away or turn off and remove the vibrator. And I certainly don’t recall him leaving the room for a washcloth, but I feel him when wetness wipes between my legs, and Mason gently kissing my thigh.

  I feel like I must have dozed off when I feel the bed shifting and the blankets pulled up and across my naked body.

  “I can’t move,’’ I moan. “You’ve paralyzed me.’’

  Mason chuckles, curling my body to his front, his hands resting on my naked belly, and his fingers caressing gently over my bump.

  “Go to sleep Angel,’’ I hear him whisper and I pass out, but just before I do, I swear I hear him say the words ‘I love you’ but it could all just be a dream.

  A very good dream.

  Chapter Fifteen

  It’s been four days since Mason and I had our ‘sexual’ encounter and I’m starting to think he regrets it. I’ve tried everything in my womanly power to seduce him, but he always disappointingly pulls away.

  I’ve had to suffer throughout the pregnancy being horny. Then he gives me a taste of the relief he can offer me, but then takes it away. It’s like he enjoys torturing me.

  I even hinted to him what I wanted by showing him a book that states that most women get horny or hornier during their pregnancy, but the twit just isn’t reading between the lines. I swear, at the rate he’s going I’ll be making a billboard advertising what I want him to do to me.

  “What is up with you?’’ Harlow asks, sitting next to me in the front room. She came over earlier while Mason went to work to watch some show she wanted to check out about space people. To be fair, I’m getting pretty into it and I’ve even got a soft spot for one of the characters called ‘Finn’.

  “It’s Mason,’’ I sigh, feeling sadness seeping through my veins.

  “What’s the idiot done now?’’

  “Nothing and that’s the problem,’’ I sigh feeling deflated.

  “Explain,’’ she says, moving so she’s sitting cross legged on the sofa facing me.

  “I huh…we…we…fooled around. We fooled around and it’s like it repulsed him that much -although at the time he seemed pretty into it – that he can’t stand to want to touch me like that ever again,’’ I sigh, falling backwards against the back of the sofa.

  “Usually, I’d know what to say, but I don’t. Maybe you need to come right out and ask him yourself.’’

  “Did you know he even took dating advice from Max? From Max of all people,’’ I huff, not knowing why I’m really feeling this frustrated, this angry and this upset. It’s not like he’s breaking up with me, he still kisses me, hugs me, and holds me when I’m asleep. It’s just when I try to take things further, like when my hands roam his hard chest, he ends up grabbing my hands stopping them going farther south.

  “Okay, taking advice from Max wasn’t one of his best ideas, but make sure you give him a chance to explain. He’s due back soon isn’t he?’’ she asks looking at the clock hung on the wall.

  “Yeah, any minute now.’’

  He left hours ago and it wasn’t until Harlow mentioned him due back that I realised how long we had been watching ‘the 100’ show. And as if on cue, I hear his footsteps outside the door.

  “I’ll go, give you both some space,’’ Harlow whispers, grabbing her shoes from off the floor.

  “You don’t need to go, we have two more episodes on this disc.’’

  “Nah, its fine. I’ll come over when I’ve had my college interview Monday,’’ she tells me.

  “Yes, then we can celebrate you getting in,’’ I grin.

  “Right, I’ll see you later,’’ she smiles, getting up and leaving the same time Mason walks in.

  “Hey Harlow, are you going?’’

  “Yeah, Malik should be back from getting that new bike part he needed,’’ she shrugs and waves goodbye over her shoulder.

  “How’s your day been babe?’’ he asks genuinely interested.

  “Funny you should ask. I need to talk to you about something. Can you sit down a sec?’’

  “Yeah, sure. Is everything okay?’’

  “Yeah, and no. Just sit down a second,’’ I plead, and relax when he does, sitting in the same spot Harlow just vacated. “Why won’t you touch me?’’ I blurt out.

  “W-what? I do touch you. I touch you all the time, Angel,’’ he tells me wide eyed, a faint blush to his cheeks.

  “No Mason, not like that. I don’t mean in passing or giving me a hug, I mean sexually. After the other night I would have thought you wouldn’t have been able to keep your hands off me, but you’ve barely even let me touch you. What is up with that?’’

  “W-what, you’re reading into things babe, we’re all good,’’ he says, not looking me in the eye and my heart stops. Is he going to break things off again? I wait for the harsh words to escape his mouth, and to feel the pain of my heart breaking into two, but nothing comes, but the tension of waiting for it is making my body ache.

  “You seriously aren’t going to tell me, are you? If you don’t find me attractive Mason then just fucking say it.’’

  “You’re just being hormonal,’’ he tells me, standing up and pacing.

  Oh no he didn’t just say that to me!

  “Yes Mason, it’s my fucking hormones. Not the fact that I had mind blowing orgasms from someone I lo… someone I thought was on the same page as me, to find out I’m so far off line, I’m on another track,’’ I snap sarcastically.

  “No. Fuck! I didn’t mean it like that. Look, just… I don’t know. Just relax. I do find you attractive babe, I’ve proved this to you more than once. Why are you getting so worked up over this?’’ he asks, a faint blush to his cheeks, and his eyes still not fully meeting mine. He’s hiding something and it hurts knowing that.

  “I’m going for a walk,’’ I snap, slipping on my Converse.

  “It’s dinner time babe, just stay, please,’’ he begs, but it goes on deaf ears as I grab my cardigan, thankful the pregnancy makes me hot all the time now that the weather is cooling down.

  “Fuck off Mason and you stay and relax,’’ I bite out. “I asked you a simple question, one you couldn’t even answer honestly.’’

  Tears fall from my eyes and I ignore his pleas for me to stop and think about it. Instead, I just keep walking, not bothering to look back as I slam the door behind me, needing to get out of his way.

  For the longest time I just walked, I don’t know how, or when, but I ended up in the centre of town, the streets silent and void of any other people.

  For the first time since leaving Mason earlier, I start to feel the night’s cold air and let out a tiny shiver, wrapping my cardigan tighter around me. It’s just then an all-night open cafe comes into view. Walking in I make my way up to the counter and order a hot chocolate.

  I’m not waiting long before I’ve paid and it’s given to me. I make my way out of the cafe, heading back towards home, thinking about what will happen between me and Mason. I really need him to be honest, to tell me why he’s being the way he is. If he’s hiding something from me then it must be
serious.

  Groaning, I shake my head, my eyes still diverted to the floor, not watching where I’m going. Which is what I should have been doing, especially as I’m a female, and walking alone during the night.

  A noise from not too far away startles me and I whip my head up and scream in horror, before calming my racing heart down.

  “Mom! What are you doing here? Dad said you left?’’ I ask, rubbing my over beating heart.

  “Your dad,’’ she says distastefully. “Is an idiot thinking he can get rid of me. I made him who he is today, he should be thanking me. He was useless and a love struck puppy when we first met. He’s a fool if he thinks I’m going quietly, whatever the threats,’’ she laughs, but the laugh is hollow and kind of sounds like Cruella De Vil when she laughs.

  “I don’t understand. What are you going on about mom? That doesn’t explain what you’re doing here. Have you followed me?’’ I ask, and jump when I hear the same noise from earlier. It’s coming from the alleyway my mother is standing near and I wish I could get her to move somewhere else, but I know it will only egg her on to stay where she’s standing. She’s stubborn like that.

  “Did your father tell you I didn’t really want you? That I got pregnant just so I could have his money? Because he’s right, I did. I never wanted a child. Not a child that did nothing but cling to me, vomit on me, and demanded too much attention. You were such a burden to me, Denny. Now it’s time to get to kill two birds with one stone. Hurt your father and get rid of you like I should have done years ago,’’ she sniggers evilly and I look at her wide eyed. She’s clearly lost her ever loving mind. I always knew she was psychotic, but this… this is something far beyond psychotic; I don’t think there’s a medical term for it.

  “I…I don’t understand mother. What are you saying?’’ I ask feeling a little panicked. Looking around the area, the panic doesn’t subside and the urge to flee just intensifies. There’s no one around to help me if she does something equally alarming as her odd behaviour right now.