His Number One Fan

by Wallace, Danyell

  “Nyla, what were you saying?” Caleb asks me.

  Before I can respond, Mason walks over and stands close behind me, and places one hand to my hip. He leans in, and his lips brush against my ear.

  “Nyla can we talk?” He whispers in my ear.

  With a slight nod, I turn around and come face to face with him. He steps away giving me some space, then he turns around and walks over to the basement door and opens it and stands there waiting on me.

  I glance at Caleb who's looking at me wondering what the hell is going on.

  Ignoring his questioning stare, I follow Mason.

  We walk down the steps leading into the basement.

  “Is she your girlfriend?” I ask him.

  “Don't you think it's a little late that you're asking me that?”

  “Well is she?”

  “No she's not my girlfriend Nyla.”

  “Then what is she to you? Why did she act like that?” I ask coming to stand in front of him.

  He stands there looking down at me, trying to figure out the best way to explain the situation better.

  “Cassie is someone I use to fuck.” He continues. Stepping closer to me. “Does that bother you?”

  “Why would it bother me?”

  “Well if you haven't already guessed it. I want you Nyla.”

  “What if I have a boyfriend?”

  “Do you?” He asks coming much closer to me.

  “No.” I say breathless.

  “Then what's the problem Nyla? You let me kiss you, and let's not forget. You let me hold you all night long.”

  “True. Then I woke up alone.”

  “Only because I had to get up early and take my grandma to her doctor's appointment. I want you so fuckin' bad that it hurts Nyla.” He says closing the space between us, not leaving any room. “Let me show you just how bad.” He continues.

  Grabbing me by my hips, he lowers his head and begins placing kisses along my neck.

  “Mason.” I moan out.

  “Nyla.” He says against my neck, while working his way up, and placing kisses along my jawline. Gently grabbing my face, he places a kiss to my chin, then nibbles on my lower lip and sucks it into his mouth, before kissing and tasting every inch of my mouth. The way he was kissing me, had me wishing his mouth was somewhere else on my body. Damn he could kiss.

  “Yo Mason, are you down there!”

  The sound of his name being yelled from the top of the stairs, has me pulling my lips away from his.

  “Don't stop. They'll go away.” He whispers against my lips, before capturing my mouth in a kiss again.

  The sound of footsteps making their way down the stairs has me pushing him away, and creating space between us. I look up the stairs and find Jeremy making his way down.

  “Hey man. I'm sorry to bother you, but everyone wants to know if you could sing a little something?” Jeremy asks.

  Still feeling his gaze on me, he answers. “Yeah can you give me a minute?”

  “No problem man.” With one final look at us, Jeremy runs back upstairs.

  I turn my head and make eye contact with Mason. “Well I guess you should head on up. You don't want to keep them waiting.”

  “Stay with me tonight.” He says walking to me. He places a kiss to my forehead and tilts my head back and kisses my lips. “In my bed.” He whispers against my lips.

  “Shouldn't we slow down?”

  “No, but I'll go as slow as you want me to Nyla.”

  “I'm serious Mason.”

  “I'm serious too.” He responds.

  “Mason are you coming?” Jeremy yells his name again.

  “Shit.” He says to himself. “Yeah!” He yells back.

  He grabs my hand and places a kiss on the back of it, then he begins making his way up the stairs, pulling me with him.

  We make our way outside where everyone is gathered around a fire pit. All eyes are on us as soon as we walk over.

  Mason comes to a stop and turns around and looks down at me. “I'm serious about what I said. I want you with me tonight.”

  “Okay.”

  He smiles and walks away and sits with the band.

  I look around and find Sierra waving in my direction. I walk around several people and take a seat beside her.

  “So what have you two been up to?” She asks wiggling her eyebrows at me.

  I smile, politely ignoring her question, and I look up and my eyes instantly lock with Mason's.

  He's just sitting there with the rest of the band, staring at me with his guitar in his hands.

  “I want to thank everyone for coming out tonight. It's pretty late so I'm going to sing one song tonight. This song was written by Caleb’s dad several years ago and it's called Beautiful, and I hope you like it.”

  I watch as his fingers dance along the strings creating yet another hypnotic melody. He closes his eyes and parts his lips, and the sweetest sound escapes. I sit there blocking out everyone around me, keeping all my attention on him. My eyes linger to his mouth watching the way his lips formed the intoxicating words that were making their debut.

  “Damn why does he have to be so talented.” I hear Sierra say beside me.

  I close my eyes and begin swaying back and forth, getting lost in the lyrics. The words were beautiful, just like the title of the song. He was talking about getting lost in someone and being in love. The lyrics stop and the sound of his guitar continues to play on. Eventually slowing down and coming to a stop. Followed by the sound of applause.

  I open my eyes and look around and see everyone clapping.

  “Thank you and I hope everyone had a good time. Good night.”

  He stands and removes the guitar strap from around his neck and passes it to Evan, then stops and talks to Jess, who was dying to get his attention. He politely acknowledges her, then makes his way to me.

  He gives Sierra a hug, and she starts whispering in his ear. He laughs out and they pull away from each other.

  “You two have a good night.” She says winking in my direction. “Mason remember what I said.”

  He shakes his head and smiles. “Okay Sierra.”

  “Bye you two.”

  As soon as she walks off, Mason's attention is back on me. He wraps his arm around my shoulder, hugging me close to his body, and I wrap my arm around his waist.

  We walk into the house and through a crowd of people, trying to make their way out the front door. Finally, we make it back to his room. He cuts on the lamp sitting on his night stand and makes his way to his dresser, and pulls out a t-shirt.

  “Here's something for you to sleep in. I'm going to help get everyone cleared out, and I'll be right back.

  “Okay.”

  He stares at me for several seconds, then walks out the door closing it behind him.

  I slide the straps of my romper off my shoulders, letting the fabric fall to the floor. I pick it up and place it on his desk chair, before slipping Mason's shirt over my body. I release my hair from my top knot, and I grab the remote off his night stand and I cut the TV on. I flip through a couple of channels, stopping on a movie channel. I toss the remote on the bed, and I make my way over to his book shelf. I reach up and pull a book off. I open it and start flipping through the pages.

  The door opens and Mason walks in and locks it behind him.

  “I thought you didn't like reading.” He says walking in my direction.

  “Mason...”

  Before I could finish my sentence. His lips were on mine. Possessing my mouth and shutting me up. The book that I held in my hand, falls to the floor. Totally forgotten.

  “Let's play a game.” He says against my lips. “It's called Can I. The rules are simple Nyla. I'll ask if I can do something for you, and your response must be yes or no. That's it. Do you understand?”

  “Yes.” I respond.

  “First question.” He pauses to place a kiss against my lips. Can I please you with my mouth?”

  “What do you mean by…”r />
  “Nyla. Yes, or no.” He interrupts me. “If it makes you feel any better. I promise I won't hurt you. Nothing but pleasure.” He says nibbling on my lower lip.

  “Mason.”

  “Nyla.” He says in warning.

  “Yes.” I respond right before his tongue enters into my mouth.

  thirteen

  Mason

  Why couldn't I get enough of her when I haven't even fucked her yet?

  I withdraw my tongue and begin tasting her lips.

  “I can't stop thinking about you Nyla.” I confess pulling my mouth away from hers.

  “You know nothing about me Mason.”

  “I know your favorite color is yellow, you love all kinds of music, and the rest I'll just have to learn and figure out.”

  With my hands resting on her hips. I run my hands to the small of her back and down to her ass, pulling her closer to my body. Lowering my head, I press my lips to the side of her neck, and I part my lips so my tongue could taste her skin.

  “I can't wait to taste the rest of your body.” I whisper against her skin.

  Sliding my hands up from her ass. My hands wander underneath her shirt, making contact with her warm, smooth brown skin of her back. They continue to slide up her back, reaching her shoulder blades, then back down to cuff her perfect ass.

  Lifting my head away from her neck. I place a peck to her lips before grabbing the hem of her shirt.

  “Can I take your shirt off?” I ask already lifting it up her body.

  “Yes.” She responds with hooded eyes.

  She raises her arms above her head and allows me to pull the shirt completely off of her. Tossing the shirt aside, my eyes land on a perfect set of breasts, with nipples that I'm going to refer to as Hershey Kisses. The rest of her body was toned and curvy in all the right places.

  I reach out and touch both of her nipples with the pads of my thumbs, and the most erotic moan slips from her lips. She responded well to my touch. Just the thought of hearing her moan my name caused my erection to grow harder.

  Grabbing the hem of my shirt I pull it over my head, letting it fall to the floor.

  I watch as Nyla's eyes travel over my upper body appreciating every tattoo, muscle, and piercing her eyes came in contact with.

  I reach out and pull her against my body. It felt so good having her breast pressed against my bare chest.

  Bending slightly at the knees, I wrap my arms around her waist and start sucking on the side of her neck. Everywhere my mouth touched, I could physically feel her shiver in my arms.

  “Are you okay?” I ask, now trailing kisses up her neck.

  “Yes.” She moans her response.

  “If I do something that doesn't feel right, or if I hurt you in any way, I want you to let me know. Okay?” I whisper in her ear.

  “Yes.” She responds.

  “Good.” I whisper back. I suck her earlobe into my mouth, then I tug it gently with my teeth before releasing it.

  Turning her around until her back is pressed against my chest. I pull her hair up and away from her neck, and I reach around and grab both breasts with my hands while placing kisses along the nape of her neck, working my way down her back, kissing each shoulder blade, before trailing down until I reach the small dimples in her back.

  Reaching for the fabric of her bikini underwear I tug on them, pulling them down slowly over her shapely hips, and over her thighs until they reach her ankles. Lifting each foot off the floor, I help her step out of them, leaving them on the floor. I turn her around once again, and start kissing my way up.

  fourteen

  Nyla

  Mason kisses my left knee, then nibbles and bites his way up my thigh. Leaning forward he places a kiss on my pelvic bone, kisses his way to my belly button and up until he reaches my breasts.

  A soft moan escapes my lips, and I begin to feel weak in the knees. Mason hugs me against his body, holding me tight so I wouldn't fall. When he comes to a standing position, I run my hands through his dark silky strands. He looks down at me with gray eyes that are usually light in color, but now looked dark and dangerous.

  Pulling his head down to mine. My lips touch his, kissing him hard. Tugging at his strands he moans into my mouth, before lifting me off the floor. I wrap my legs around him, tightening my arms and legs around him, holding on tight as we make our way over to his bed.

  With a groan, Mason pulls his lips away from mine, to concentrate on where he's going.

  “I can't have us bumping into shit.” He says with a laugh.

  “Please don't.” I respond against his neck, where I start a combination of sucks and kisses.

  “You're driving me crazy Nyla.” He moans.

  When his legs come in contact with the bed we fall on top of it. Mason dips his tongue inside my mouth, wasting no time. Sucking on my lips he lifts his head and looks down at me, and slowly unwraps my legs from around him. He stands, and removes a foil packet from his cargo shorts, and tosses it on the bed. He removes his shorts and stands there in only his boxers.

  Sitting up, I come to my knees and move closer to Mason. He was so fuckin' sexy. My eyes travel from his lips down to his neck where his skin was decorated in ink in all shapes, sizes and colors all the way to the top of his boxers. His tats covered a majority of his body, but I was unsure of what lied beneath his boxers. Leaning forward I suck his right pierced nipple into my mouth, releasing it and swirling my tongue around it, causing him to hiss.

  I come to a sitting position and I reach for the elastic band of his boxers.

  “Can I?”

  “Yes.” He responds through gritted teeth.

  I tug and slide his boxers off his lean hips.

  Reaching out I begin stroking him, loving the way his erect dick felt in my hand. He was perfect. Not too big, and definitely not small. He had nothing to be ashamed of.

  I grip a little tighter, causing a hissing moan to slip from his lips again.

  He tilts his head back and closes his eyes.

  “Shit please don't stop.” He responds with a tortured moan.

  He slowly opens his eyes and stares down at me, focusing all of his attention on my mouth.

  Looking up into his eyes, I lean forward and circle my tongue around his tip before sucking it into my mouth. Working my mouth around his tip, I begin sucking more of him into my mouth until I can't fit no more in. Relaxing a little, I open my mouth wider, taking more of him in.

  “Nyla.” He says in a breathless moan. “Fuck that feels so good.”

  He runs his hand through my strands, gathering some of it in his hand, gripping it gently, guiding my head up and down his dick.

  A moan slips from my lips, and I begin sucking harder wanting to taste more of him. I couldn't get enough, I was becoming addicted, I couldn't stop so I continued tasting every inch of him.

  Mason tugs on my hair, pulling my mouth away.

  I look up at him, with a confused expression on my face, wondering why he stopped me.

  He leans down and attacks my mouth, and our mouths begin to battle. It was more of a fight to see how much of each other we could taste. It was pure desperation.

  Pushing my body back down on the bed. He moves over my body, and settles between my legs again allowing me to feel his bare erection between my legs.

  He flicks his tongue across my lips, before kissing me deeply again. He releases my lips, and kisses my chin, moving lower to my neck, between my breasts, and down to my stomach.

  Spreading my legs wide with his hands, he leans down and places a kiss to the outer lips of my pussy.

  “Open it for me.” He says in a husky demand. “I want you to hold it open for me until I'm done tasting every inch of your pretty pussy.”

  I do as I'm told, and I spread my lower lips with my fingers. Giving him a view of my aroused treasure.

  He brushes his thumb over my clit. Causing me to arch my back off the bed, and moaning out his name.

  “Relax Nyla.”

 
; Lowering his head, he gently sucks my clit into his mouth.

  “Mmm.” He moans.

  He releases it, and sucks it back into his mouth. Repeating this torturous move several times.