by J. L. Perry
Damn, I really do want a demonstration though.
A few minutes later Cassandra comes storming off the dance floor. She grabs hold of Jacinta’s arm and pulls her off the chair.
“You are coming to dance with me bitch. Stop sitting around like a fucking grandma, it’s your twenty-first birthday for fuck’s sake.” She makes me laugh. Cassandra drags Red towards the dance floor. They’re dancing less than a minute before the guys start to surround them.
Fuck me!
“Fuck, I hate dancing,” I curse under my breath as I down my beer. There’s no way I can sit here and watch some guy all over my girl.
In my eyes she’s mine. I’m not going to give up until she knows that too. I get up off my chair and make my way to the dance floor. Fuck! I don’t really have a choice. It’s either that, or knock out any guy who puts a finger on her.
As I’m walking towards the dance floor I notice Red push a guy away. He has his hands all over her. I start to walk faster. Hell fucking no! As I approach her from behind another guy reaches out to grab her. I grab a hold of his shirt and drag him back.
“Keep your fucking hands off my girl, arsehole,” I grit out. Thankfully, he backs away. I walk up behind her and snake my arms around her waist. I’m not expecting the fucking elbow to the ribs, so I’m shocked when it actually connects.
“I said, fuck off!” she screams.
“Fuck, Red,” I groan as I double over in pain.
****
Jacinta
I swing around when I hear Mason’s voice. He’s bent over behind me, his hand holding his side. “Oh my god Mason,” I say in shock. “I’m sorry, I didn’t know it was you.”
“Fuck, Red,” he says again. “I came over here to save you from those arseholes and this is how you repay me.”
Shit, I feel terrible. I grab hold of his face and start kissing him all over. “I’m so sorry. Are you okay?” I know I’m overdoing it with the kisses, it’s the perfect excuse to keep kissing him though. When I notice the smile he’s trying to hide, I know he’s enjoying it too.
“Come with me,” I say as I lead him off the dance floor. It’s too dark inside the club, so I head for the exit. I know there are streetlights outside.
Once we’re outside I pull up his shirt to inspect the damage. I put all my strength behind that elbow I just gave him. There’s a big red mark on his right side that will probably bruise. Again, I feel terrible.
“Are you sure you’re okay?” I can hear the concern in my own voice. I’ve never physically hurt anyone before. That’s not me. I know too well what it feels like, so I’d never inflict that sort of pain on anyone else.
“I’ll be okay. I think you just winded me.” Damn, shit and bugger. When he rubs his side again, my heart drops.
“I think a few more of your kisses might help me heal faster,” he says with a smirk. I playfully smack his arm.
“You’re an arsehole Mason,” I reply.
“Jesus, Red,” he says as he rubs his arm. “Are you trying to finish me off now?” I know he’s having me on, I didn’t hit him hard. I start laughing. Thankfully, he laughs too.
I grab his hand and try to lead him back inside. “Wait,” he says as he pulls me back against him. My back is now flush with his chest. “I meant what I said about the kisses Red,” he whispers in my ear. God, that sexy whispering thing makes my girly parts tingle. I spin around and face him.
“As much as I’d love to kiss you right now,” I say with a sigh, “we’re just friends remember, so I can’t.”
Mason looks down at his watch. “It’s still your birthday for another five minutes. Remember our rule? We’re allowed to kiss each other on our birthday.”
“That’s your rule not ours,” I correct him.
“Well, either way, it’s a good fucking rule,” he says with a smile. He makes me laugh. He’s right though, it’s a good rule.
“Well, I’ve got five minutes to heal you so, I better make sure it’s a damn good kiss.”
“That’s my girl,” he says as he pulls me into his arms and crashes his lips to mine. Before I know it, he has me pushed against the wall. His erection is pressing against my stomach. I desperately want to wrap my legs around his waist. I need the friction down below, unfortunately though, we’re outside the club standing under a streetlight.
“Fuck, I want you so bad,” he says into my mouth. I pull out of the kiss so I can see his face. I want him too, but I can’t go there again.
“Please Mason, don’t make this any harder than it is,” I plead. “I can’t go there again. I’m still trying to get over the last night we spent together.”
“I desperately need to be inside you again Red, one night with you wasn’t enough for me. I can’t stop thinking about you. Just give me one more night…please, that’s all I ask?”
“You’re not making this easy for me,” I reply with a sigh.
“Well, I remember this really hot girl telling me once, 'I’m not trying to make this easy for you.” His comment makes me laugh again. I’d forgotten that I said that to him when he refused to have sex with me that night.
“Did I also forget to mention that one of the other rules of our friendship is, birthday sex is an optional extra?” He cocks one of his eyebrows as he speaks. “Come home with me Red? Blake is sleeping at Rob’s for the night, we have the whole place to ourselves. Please babe, I have never wanted anybody as badly as I want you.”
How can I say no to that? Tomorrow I’m going to regret this, but I’ll have to deal with that then. Right now, all I can think about is the amazing orgasm I know he is going to give me. It is my birthday after all. Why can’t I have birthday orgasms?
I want birthday orgasms!
“Okay,” I say reluctantly, even though the prospect of having more orgasms excites me.
“Really?” he asks in disbelief. I can tell he’s happy by the huge grin on his face.
“Yes really,” I reply shyly. “But, I can’t leave Cassie here by herself, I don’t know where Connor disappeared too.”
“Alright. Let’s go find her.” He laces his fingers through mine before leading me back inside the club. I love it when he holds my hand like this.
We head towards the table we’d been sitting at earlier. Connor’s back now. He has a different girl on his lap this time. He looks over at us as we approach. The first thing I notice is Connor eyes, glued to my hand entwined in Mason’s.
“Where have you two been?” he asks as he removes girl No. 3 off his lap and stands. I lie and say we’ve been looking for him. He doesn’t need to know I’ve been outside sucking face with Mason.
“Have you seen Cassie?” I ask trying to change the subject. “I’m not feeling well, Mason is going to take me home.” I hate lying to Connor like this, but what can say, I’m going home to have wild and crazy sex with your best friend. I don’t think that will go down too well.
Connor takes a step towards me and places his hands on my shoulders. “What do you mean you’re not feeling well Jaz?” he asks, concerned. Shit, seeing the worry on his face makes me feel even worse for lying to him.
“I think I’ve just had too much to drink,” I assure him. “You know I’m a light weight.” He chuckles at my response.
“Okay,” he says. “I will go get Cass and we will take you home.”
“No,” I practically scream. God, could I be any more obvious. “I don’t want to ruin the night for you and Cass. Mason’s leaving anyway, I will just share a cab with him.” His gaze moves to Mason and then back to me. He studies my face for a few seconds, before leaning forward towards my ear.
“Are you sure you know what you’re doing?” he whispers. Oh crap, he knows!
“It’s not what you think.” Damn, another lie! Connor looks over at Mason again. He doesn’t look very happy at all. I feel bad. This is another reason why we can’t be together again after tonight. I’d hate to come between Connor and Mason’s friendship. They’ve been friends since they were littl
e boys.
“Do you know where Cass is?” I ask. I’m desperately trying to change the subject now. Connor points over towards the side of the dance floor. Some guy has her pushed up against the wall, he’s dry humping her. Cass is devouring his mouth and has one of her legs wrapped around his waist. They’re practically having public sex, with their clothes on of course. Totally shameless! I look back at Connor. He’s watching her with a scowl on his face. I can tell he’s not happy with what Cass is doing. He even looks a bit hurt.
Is that jealously I can see on my brothers face? Maybe I’m right about Cass and him having secret feelings for each other. “Don’t worry about Cass,” he finally says with a sigh. “I will make sure she gets home safely.” I kiss Connor’s cheek.
“Thanks. I will see you guys in the morning.” I need to get out of here fast, before he asks me anything else. Lying to him is messing with my head and I’m already second guessing my decision to go home with Mason tonight.
Once we’re seated in the backseat of the taxi, Mason pulls me onto his lap. He wraps his arms around my waist and pulls me in closer to him. We stare at each other for a few minutes. I can see the desire in his eyes and it just makes me want him even more. No one has ever looked at me the way he does.
I rest my head on his chest and revel in the moment. If this is the last time I get to be with him like this, I’m going to make the most of it.
I want to kiss him badly, but I don’t want to get all hot and heavy in front of the taxi driver. I think he understands, he just holds me tight and strokes my hair. God, I love being in his arms like this. I love how safe he makes me feel.
The driver drops us off outside our apartment building. Mason grabs hold of my hand and practically drags me inside. It makes me giggle. The second the elevator doors close, he pushes me up against the wall and attacks me with his mouth.
“I want you so bad,” he says as he crushes his lips to mine. He’s such fantastic kisser. I love the way his lips feel against mine. His hands slide down onto my arse. He lifts me up and I wrap my legs around his waist.
“Oh fuck yeah!” he growls into my mouth. I, in turn, moan. The pressure between my thighs is exactly what I needed.
When the elevator stops on Mason’s floor, he doesn’t break our kiss. He carries me out of the lift and towards his apartment. Once we reach the door, he pushes me up against the wall, while he tries to fish his keys out of his pocket.
Finally, he gets the door open. His lips are still on mine as he steps inside the apartment, kicking the door closed behind him with his foot. He spins me around, pushing me up against the back of the door.
“I’d love to take you right here,” he whispers against my mouth, “but I want to take my sweet time with you. If this is the only time I’m going to have you again, I want to make the most of every fucking minute.” He really knows the right things to say. My body is already humming with anticipation.
He continues to devour me whilst pressing me hard up against his door. He’s rocking his erection against my centre. It’s just what my over sensitive body needs. The thin layer of my shorts, against the course fabric of his denim jeans, provides the friction I need to have my first orgasm of the night.
Wow, I could so easily get addicted to this feeling…to him. I know there’s more to come and I can’t wait. I throw my head back and moan loudly, as I let the pleasure take over my body.
“Oh fuck Red,” Mason growls. “That was fucking hot. I will never get tired of watching you come babe.”
He spins around and carries me towards his bedroom. He gently places me down on his bed and in one swift motion, he grabs the back of his shirt and pulls it over his head. Damn, his body is fine! Perfect actually. I lick my lips as my eyes rake over his chest and down to his abs. I just want to lick him all over.
I now know why he has the name Blake tattooed over his heart. It’s such a sweet thing to do. A smile comes to my face as I read it. It proves how much he loves his son, but I knew that already. You only have to see them together. He really is a wonderful father.
My eyes travel up his body until I reach his beautiful face. He’s been watching me check him out. The smile on his face tells me he likes me looking at him. “I want to lick you,” I whisper, and I mean it.
He throws back his head and groans before looking down at me again. “All in good time Red.” He places his hands on the bed, leans forward and gently brushes his lips against mine.
“When you walked out into the kitchen tonight wearing these tiny little shorts,” he says as he runs his finger up the length of my leg, “my cock went instantly hard. You turn me on so much, like nobody has before.”
He pushes off the bed and stands up. Mason slips off one of my high heels and runs his tongue from my ankle to the top of my inner thigh, I moan. It sends a quiver running through my whole body. Mason growls as he does the same thing with my other leg.
“I love those sexy little noises you make,” he breathes. “I love everything about you actually.” There isn’t much I don’t love about him, but expressing my feelings doesn’t come easy to me. Holding back how I feel is another safety mechanism for me, I guess.
He reaches for the belt on my shorts and slowly undoes it. He pulls it off and throws it to the floor, never once taking his eyes off mine. “It’s like I’m unwrapping my favourite present,” he says with a sexy smile. He unbuttons my shorts and slowly pulls down the zipper. I lift up and he slides them down. When his eyes move to my tiny black lace panties, he throws his head back and groans again.
“You know I found your white lace ones under my bed when I moved out of my house?”
“I searched for twenty minutes on my hands and knees that night looking for them.” He smiles at me. He obviously finds it amusing.
“I can’t believe you went home that night with no panties on,” he chuckles and shakes his head. “I’m not giving them back either, you know. I might even keep these ones, start my own little collection.” I playfully smack his arm and he laughs.
He kisses his way up my legs before flipping me over onto my stomach. “I have to check out your arse in these sexy little things,” he says. “Oh, fuck me! Fucking G-strings. I’m definitely keeping these.” He leans down and gently bites my arse cheek, before soothing it with a kiss.
Mason flips me back over and sits me up. Once he pulls my top over my head, he stares down at my boobs. He has the biggest shit eating grin on his face too. He’s already told me how much he loves my boobs. I reach around and undo my black lace bra, throwing it to the floor. I want his mouth on me.
Like right now!
“Your tits are perfect babe,” he says, and he inhales a deep breath. “I haven’t stopped thinking about them since I first saw them.” He gently lays me back on the bed, as he runs his hands up my sides and towards my chest. “Fucking spectacular,” he says with a shake of his head, before pulling one into his mouth. I moan with pleasure, he has a magical mouth.
He spends an awfully long time devouring my boobs before making his way down my body. I know what’s coming, I smile. I want his tongue all over me. He hooks his thumbs in either side of my panties and drags them down my legs. I love that he’s taking his time with me, the anticipation is both heaven and hell.
I have to muffle my giggle when he balls up my panties and shoves them into the pocket of his jeans. I’m obviously going home panty-less again tonight.
Mason gets down on his knees on the side of the bed, before pulling my body over to the edge. “I’ve been dying to taste you again,” he breathes as he runs his tongue right up my centre. “I’ve missed your pussy.”
“Oh god!” I moan as I grab hold of his hair and pull him against me. He chuckles as he runs his tongue up my centre again. I tighten my grip on his hair before saying breathlessly, “God, don’t stop.”
He looks up at me and smiles. “I have no intention of stopping.” When he slides a finger inside, I throw back my head and whimper as a shiver runs through my whole
body.
God, my body is in a state of ecstasy!
“I love how your body responds to my touch,” he says. “You drive me fucking wild.”
It doesn’t take me long to have my second orgasm of the night. Damn, I think I’m becoming addicted to them. Mason kisses his way back up my body before landing on my mouth again. I love that I can taste myself on him.
He pulls out of the kiss and stands to remove his jeans, I slide off the bed. I’m now in front of him on my knees. I want to repay him for what he has just done. I’ve never done this before, so I probably suck at it, pun not intended, but I want to give it a try.
I look up at him and lick my lips as I undo his jeans and slide them down his legs. When his erection springs free, I run my tongue up the length of him.
“Fucking hell Red,” he growls as I pull his length into my mouth. I wrap my hands around the base, stroking and sucking at the same time. He threads his hands into my hair and groans loudly. I must be doing something right.
I slide him out of my mouth, running my tongue around his head. His body trembles as a deep growl comes from the back of his throat. “Oh babe don’t fucking stop. I love the feel of your sweet mouth on my cock.”
I want to make him come with my mouth. I’m disappointed when he slides his hands under my arms and pulls me to my feet. “I need to be inside you now,” he breathes out in desperation as his lips crash into mine again.
He lifts me up and places me in the middle of the bed. He reaches over to his bedside table but I put my hand on his arm to stop him.
“I’m on birth control,” I say. “So…ummm, if you want to do it without a condom you can.” I have no idea why I said that, I suppose if this is going to be our last time together, I want to feel all of him. No barriers between us.
God, I hope this birth control I’m on is effective, falling pregnant is not an option for me. As much as I love kids, having one of my own is not something I want. I’m too fucked up to be a good mother, I know that. I’d never harm a child or anyone for that matter, but as much as I hate to admit it, my father’s blood runs through my veins. So that’s something that I can’t say with 100% certainty.