His Number One Fan

by Wallace, Danyell

  I lay there with my legs spread wide open, trying to keep myself open to him, while enjoying the way he took his time licking, kissing, and sucking a part of me that no one's ever really took the time to explore.

  Trust me. I'm not a virgin. My friend Jordyn was the only one who knew about my lack of sexual experience. As far as being with only one person. I told her everything when it came to my nonexistent sex life. At one point I thought there was something wrong with me, but she convinced me that the guy I was seeing at that time in my life, was an asshole and was more concerned about pleasing himself and could care less if I was getting anything out of it.

  As soon as I feel his tongue slide inside of me, I lose it. I close my eyes and a scream leaves my mouth, while my body starts shaking voluntarily on its own.

  I lay there relaxed and in a daze, while Mason continues savoring every inch of me.

  He lifts his head and licks his lips, and crawls his way up my body until we're face to face.

  Reaching over, he grabs the condom, then lowers his head and begins kissing me deeply. Giving me a sample of how I tasted off his lips.

  “Are you tired? I can stop.” He asks against my lips. He lifts his head and looks down at me. He pushes several strands of my hair away from my face waiting on me to answer him.

  “I'm fine. Please don't stop.”

  Sliding off the bed he comes to a standing position and grabs a hold of my ankles and pulls me down.

  “Good. Turn over.”

  I turn over giving him a perfect view of my ass. I can hear the crinkle and opening of the foil condom wrapper behind me. I look over my shoulder and watch him roll the condom over his erection.

  When he's done. He places a number of kisses along the arch of my back, and puts his hands on my hips. I lift up until I'm on all fours. He grips my hip with one hand, and positions himself at my entrance. In a slow torturous move he enters me.

  “Nyla.” He moans out my name in satisfaction.

  Gripping my hips tightly he continues to slowly move his way inside me.

  Tugging on my hair with his free hand, he pulls his hips away, and enters me with one big thrust. The mixture of both pain and pleasure consumes my body, and for the umpteenth time that night his name slips from my lips.

  I close my eyes slowly, and I start moaning in satisfaction, enjoying the way he was working my body from behind.

  Damn he felt good.

  “Shit Nyla. I'm thinking about fucking you all night. Do you think you can handle me?” He asks moving deeper inside of me.

  I scream out, calling his name once again.

  He lowers his head and bites my shoulder then soothes it with his tongue.

  “I really enjoyed seeing your lips wrapped around my dick tonight.” He whispers in my ear.

  “Aaaaaah.” I scream out. Coming for the hundredth time that night...Ever.

  “Nyla I want to hear you scream my name one more time and I promise we'll get some sleep.”

  “Mason please.” I whisper. Feeling so exhausted.

  “Baby I promise. Just one more time and I'll stop. I'm sorry but I can't help that you feel so fuckin' good.”

  I reach behind me and run my fingers through his hair. Turning my head to face him, my tongue glides into his mouth enjoying the mixture of him and myself on his tongue. I lower my head to the bed, bringing him with me, and I begin to slowly rotate my hips. He groans, and begins to move faster and deeper inside of me, than I thought possible. He releases my lips and lowers his head to the side of my neck.

  “Shit!” He shouts, releasing himself into the condom.

  He lays on top of me for several seconds before slowly removing himself from me. He gets out of bed and walks into the bathroom to dispose the condom.

  I lay there on my side, tired and barely able to keep my eyes open. He walks out the bathroom and my eyes roam over his naked body, landing on his erection, that showed signs of being ready for another round.

  The bed dips behind me, and Mason runs his hand down the length of my back, before spooning me against his warm body. Holding me tight.

  I close my eyes, and relax against him. Loving the way my body molded against his warm, hard, and sweaty body. It felt so good.

  With the warmth of his body against mine. I yawn one final time before falling into a deep blissful sleep.

  fifteen

  Mason

  The ring tone that I have assigned for Jax, starts ringing, filling my room with the soft rock melody from one of my favorite bands. Instinctively I pull Nyla's body closer to mine, not wanting to wake up. Hell I would stay in bed the rest of the day, if it meant having her with me.

  My phone stops ringing, and Nyla starts to shift in my arms. Just the slight wiggle of her ass against my dick, had me moaning and tightening my hold around her stomach.

  “Good morning.” She says yawning, and turning on her back in my arms.

  My eyes roam over her naked body, that was currently uncovered. After we fucked, we got so hot that we didn't even need a blanket to keep us warm from the cool air coming from the AC, but just our body temperature alone was enough.

  I wouldn't mind having an instant replay from last night, but before I could make my move, my phone starts ringing again.

  “You should get that. It must be important if they're calling you a second time this morning.”

  She sits up and pecks me on the lips.

  “I'm going to shower real quick.”

  I watch her climb out of my bed, keeping my eyes on the sway of her hips as she walks into the bathroom.

  With a groan, I get out of bed and walk over to my cargo shorts that were laying on the floor. Picking them up I reach inside and retrieve my phone. Once again my phone stops ringing again. I enter my passcode and I call Jax back.

  After three rings he answers.

  “Where the fuck are you?”

  “I'm just waking up. What's up?”

  “Man we've been sitting in this studio waiting on your ass for the last thirty minutes.”

  “Fuck! Man I'm so sorry. It slipped my mind. Give me fifteen minutes and I'll be there.”

  “Look man I know you've had a lot going on lately okay. Just be careful and bring yo ass!” Jax says into the phone before disconnecting the call.

  I toss my phone on the bed, and I walk into the bathroom and see Nyla's silhouette through the steamed up glass shower door.

  I walk quietly over to the shower door and I slide it open and step inside, sliding it behind me. I stand there in silence, watching the water slide down the length of her body.

  I walk closer and I place my hands along her back, and immediately I feel her muscles tense under my touch. I run my hands up and down, before leaning down to place gentle kisses against her shoulder blades.

  “Mason.” She moans my name. “Is everything okay?”

  “Everything is fine. It was Jax. I forgot we had rehearsals today, so now he's pissed.”

  She slowly turns around and leans her back against the shower tile.

  My eyes lock with hers for a moment before they travel down to her nose, lips, breasts, stomach, and the spot between her legs.

  “You're so beautiful.” I say while stepping closer. Gently placing my hands on the sides of her cheeks, I lower my head and kiss the lips I've been dying to kiss all morning.

  “Mason. Stop. You better hurry up and get going.”

  “Why? Don't you want my kisses?”

  “Of course.” She responds.

  I grab some of my body wash and begin lathering up my body.

  “Nyla, last night was amazing.” I stare into her eyes so she could see how serious I was. “I don't know what you've heard about me, but I don't want you to think this is just about sex.”

  “Mason.”

  “We can talk about this later. But I thought you should know.”

  She stands there for a moment just staring up at me. “But what if I want to talk about it now?” She asks in a teasing voice.
r />   She reaches between my legs and begins stroking me.

  “Nyla.” I say in warning through gritted teeth.

  Standing on her tip toes, she presses her lips against mine. Pulling away she runs her tongue across my bottom lip, before sucking it into her mouth. Releasing my lip, she kisses my chin, and works her way down to my neck, then my chest. Stopping to circling her tongue around my left pierced nipple, then she pulls away from me.

  “We will talk about this later Mason.” She says turning away from me.

  “Wait a minute. Where are you going?” I asked aroused and pissed at the same time.

  “Remember it's not about the sex right?” She winks at me before leaving the shower.

  * * *

  After fifteen minutes of getting my ass chewed out by my band mates and two hours of practice. I turn onto the road, to a place I called home for past couple of years of my life. As I get closer I see an ambulance with its flashing lights on, parked in the yard. I increase my speed and park my car. I get out and look around and I don't see my sister's car anywhere. Which means my grandma was home by herself. I jog up the stairs, but pause when I see four EMTs, transporting my grandma on a stretcher. I jog back down those several steps, to make room for them. I rush to the side of the stretcher, and catch a glimpse of my grandma. I call out her name but she doesn't respond.

  “Sir, I'm going to have to ask you to step back.” One of EMTs say.

  “That's my grandma. What's going on?” I ask matching their pace, as they make their way to the ambulance.

  “Sir.” A female's voice interrupts me. I turn around and find one of the EMTs beside me. “A 9-1-1 call was made from inside of this house. Your grandma was complaining about chest pains and not being able to breathe. When we got here, we found her unconscious, not breathing well, and unresponsive. I noticed her medical alert bracelet which alerts us that she doesn't want to be resuscitated at any time.”

  “She didn't know what the hell she was thinking when she made that choice. You do whatever it takes to bring her back.” I yell in anger.

  “Sir I'm sorry and I know this is a tough time for you, but we have to honor our patient's wishes. With that being said, she'll have to come to on her own. Right now we're giving your grandma oxygen.”

  My mind goes blank and my body becomes numb. Everything that the EMT was saying, was going in one ear and out the other. My body was officially operating on autopilot.

  “Sir, you can ride in the back with your grandma.”

  I nod my head acknowledging that I heard her and I unconsciously move until I'm sitting in the back of the ambulance with my ma.

  sixteen

  Nyla

  I was out visiting with a couple of old friends that I knew still lived in the area, when I got a call from Caleb letting me know that Mason's grandma was in the hospital.

  I speed down the freeway, making my way to East Sacramento Hospital. As soon as I find parking, I rush through the automatic doors, bypassing the elevators, and making my way down a long hallway until I reach the doors that lead to the stairwell. Going by instructions alone provided by Caleb, I run up several flights of stairs, until I make it to the fourth floor to where the ICU unit was located.

  I looked around the waiting room and find Brooke, Mason, Caleb, and the rest of the band sitting there. I stand there glued to my spot for several minutes unnoticed, until Caleb lifts his head and sees me standing there. He stands and walks in my direction. I look around him and I see Mason, but he wasn't paying anyone attention. My eyes leave him and connect with Brooke's. She gives me a sad smile, then wipes a tear from her eye.

  “It's not good Nyla. She was found unconscious and not breathing well.” Caleb explains.

  “Has there been any changes in her condition?”

  “No. She wears one of those medical alert bracelets letting them know to not resuscitate her. She's going to have to wake up on her own. Only thing they're giving her is oxygen to help with the breathing that she's still struggling with.

  “I have to see him.”

  “Nyla, give him some time. He's been sitting there like a zombie for the past hour or so. We've all tried talking to him, but he won't respond.”

  I look over at Mason again, but my attention is averted to a doctor heading in his direction. Brooke blocks the doctor’s path, and he stops. From what I could see from where I was standing, he was giving her an update on her grandma. He walks away and Brooke walks over to Mason, kneels down and starts talking to him. When she's done, he nods his head yes and she turns around and walks down the hall, and disappears into one of the rooms.

  Ten minutes later I find myself pacing back and forth, unable to be still. I wanted to go over and comfort Mason, but I decided to keep my distance. Did he know I was there for him? I continue to pace, when a noise rings out on the floor.

  “Code blue!” A nurse shouts from behind the counter.

  Several doctors and nurses scramble from out of nowhere and they make their way down the hall, in the same direction Brooke went.

  Mason immediately comes to a standing position and starts making his way towards his grandma's room.

  I follow behind him, keeping a safe distance, but stop when I see all the doctors and nurses walk out the room. The doctor that was assigned to his ma, walks over to Mason and delivers the devastating news.

  Mason falls to his knees and the most pain filled noise escapes his mouth.

  I stand in the middle of the hall feeling every bit of his pain. My tears start to cloud my eyes. I blink and allow them to run down my face, to a point I was unable to stop them from flowing.

  seventeen

  Mason

  It felt like I was on that floor forever, but I find the strength and come to my feet. I walk over to the closed door of my ma's room. I look through the small window and see my sister's body sprawled over her, screaming and crying.

  I rest my head against the door and I continue to let my tears run down my face. I take a deep breath and I push the door open. Brooke looks up from my grandma, with mascara streaking down her face. I walk around the hospital bed that held my grandma's lifeless body, and when I'm close enough, Brooke gets off the bed and into my arms.

  “She's g-gone.” She weeps into my chest.

  I embrace her. Holding her as tight as I possibly could.

  “It's okay. It's going to be alright. She can finally rest now.” I say in a tear filled, strained voice.

  We stand there holding each other for god knows how long with just the sounds of our sobs echoing throughout the room.

  The sound of footsteps catches my attention. I look towards the door and see a nurse walk in, and Nyla standing in the door frame with red eyes filled with unshed tears. I move my attention back to the nurse and see her removing tubes and cutting off machines around her.

  “Mason.” I hear Nyla whisper my name. I turn my head and find her standing in front of me. “I'm so sorry.” She says covering her mouth with her hands.

  I look at her with tears clouding my vision, unable to respond. Even though I knew this day was coming, I was still in shock.

  “I'm heading home. If you need me. Please call me okay?” She says with a look of sadness in her eyes. With one final look at my grandma, then at Brooke and I. She gives me a slight wave of a goodbye, then she turns around and leaves.

  * * *

  The last couple of days went by in a blur. Three days ago, my ma passed and today we were saying our final farewell to a woman that did whatever she needed to make sure that my sister and I was taken care of. Unlike my bitch of a mother.

  My phone rang nonstop, people were stopping by my ma's place I guess to give my sister and I their sympathy, but we really didn't know because we avoided everyone.

  I found myself not being able sleep. The only way I could was with the assistance of a bottle of tequila or whatever liquor I could get my hands on. What I really wanted and craved was Nyla. I wanted her. All I needed was to feel her touch, and I kne
w I would be okay. I ignored every call, text, and I'm sure visit from her. I know she knows I'm grieving and I hope she understood it had nothing to do with her. It was just my fucked up way with handling my emotions. Most people wanted to have their friends and family around. Not me. Brooke seemed to be handling the death of our grandmother better than me. Yesterday she told me that she was going to stay with a friend on campus. I guess my behavior was depressing her.

  I'm standing in my bathroom looking in the mirror at my pale complexion. My face was slimmer than I remembered. I had a beard now, dark puffy circles under my eyes, and I smelled. I pause my examination of myself when I hear the creaking of the front door opening and closing.