by Tia Siren
“‘Down here’? Really?” She giggled.
“No. Literally. My home sits on a massive hill. I didn’t mean that in terms of like class or your financial status. I meant, literally, down the hill.”
“Ah,” I said.
“This is weird now, isn’t it?” he asked.
“Not if you don’t want it to be.”
“So, you’re not upset?” he asked.
“I couldn’t care less about any of this stuff, including your money,” I said. “I just enjoy spending time with you.”
“Especially since I come with a bonus?” He smirked.
“Oh, shut up,” I breathed.
I shoved him in the bed, but all he did was wind his arms around me and pull me closer. I felt him press a kiss to the top of my head, and suddenly, everything seemed to be all right again.
“I know you don’t care about my money,” he murmured.
“Good.”
“Honestly, I feel like I could trust you with anything,” he admitted.
“Good,” I said, smiling.
“Do you feel that way, too?” he asked.
I craned my neck and gave him a quizzical look, and I saw the color drain from his face.
“Just one last question,” I said.
“All right…” he trailed off.
“Do you have, like, a dick implant? Because that thing is massive and I just—”
He busted out laughing and rolled over onto me before he encompassed my lips with his. I felt his smile against my skin, and I parted my legs so he could sink in between them, and when he pulled back, he ran his hand through my hair.
“I was thinking about dying it bright green next,” I said.
“I think any hair color on you would be beautiful,” he said lowly.
“You didn’t answer my question,” I said.
He answered me with a swift penetration that left me breathless and wanting more. I laid my legs open for anything he was willing to give me, and he rode my body through another orgasm before he pulled out and soaked the bed sheets beneath me.
He collapsed on top of my body. I wound my arms around him and peppered the side of his face with kisses. Everything inside of me wanted to fall asleep just like this.
Unfortunately, I knew we would have to get going soon.
We eventually rolled out of bed and cleaned ourselves up. Mason changed his best friend’s sheets before we both made up the bed together. He took it upon himself to drive my car home, and I saw the same driver with the same car pull up to the curb just before he kissed me goodnight.
“I’d really enjoy seeing you again,” he said.
“I’d really enjoy that, too,” I admitted.
I waved him off and went inside, and part of me expected Winston to still be here. Frank was sound asleep on the couch, and I slowly opened my bedroom door just in case they had marked every surface of my apartment. But when I flicked my light on, my bed was empty. I shut the light back off and leapt into my bed. I kicked off my shoes before I slipped myself underneath the covers.
I couldn’t get the night out of my mind. It had been so incredible and had felt so natural, and I was so glad that Mason felt he could be truthful with me. I’m not an idiot. I knew there was something up that night, but I’d never been one to press someone about things they didn’t already want to tell me. I mean, he was fulfilling the ad: giving me an orgasm that wasn’t induced by my own fingers.
But now, Mason wanted to see me again. Like, without the ad looming over his head. And I really, really wanted to see him again, too.
Chapter 13
Mason
“Mason!”
My mother’s voice echoed across the entire damn house. With as much time as she spent in it, it didn’t shock me, but Jesus, it was a terrible way to wake up.
“Mason! Don’t forget about the charity dinner tomorrow night. You will need to make an appearance.”
I hated it when she did this. She’d dedicate my appearance to one of her functions and then “remind” me of it the day before. I knew she had a charity dinner Friday night, but what I didn’t know was I was apparently supposed to be there.
Great.
“I’ll make sure I’m there!” I yelled back.
“Wonderful. Go get one of your suits tailored. I love that gray one, but it’s too big!”
I rolled myself out of bed and went on the hunt for the suit. I knew exactly which one she was talking about. It was one of my father’s old suits. We were the same height, but he was much broader than I was, so I only wore this suit on occasions where I needed my father’s strength.
I wonder if Ash would want to attend something like this?
I wanted to see her again, and I was planning on asking what her Friday night was like. But apparently, mine had already been planned. Mom didn’t mention anything about taking Eva, so maybe I could make a quick appearance with Ash before we went and did something that wasn’t so stuffy.
I plucked the suit from my closet before I tossed it onto the bed, and I grabbed my phone from my bedside table before I opened it up to call her.
“Hello?”
“Hey there, Ash,” I said, smiling.
“Mason, is that you?” she asked.
“Of course, it’s me,” I said. “Who else would it be?”
“I don’t know. I don’t really recognize your voice. Is this the Mason I text all the time?”
God, I adored her sense of humor.
“I guess I could hang up and message you if you wanted,” I mused.
“But you already went through all this work!”
“Listen,” I began. “I was wondering what you were doing tomorrow night?”
“Well, I have work until four, and then I have a scheduled shower after that, followed promptly by a lonely dinner of ramen noodles and frozen corn. Then, a rousing game of ‘what color should I dye my hair?’ will take place, followed by Frank interrupting my existence with her newest life-altering emergency. Why? What’d you have in mind?”
I laughed at the breakdown of her evening, and when I gathered myself, I went ahead and threw out the thought.
“I’m being dragged to some charity dinner tomorrow night. I figured, if you wanted to go, we could make an appearance before going and enjoying something normal and fun.”
“Ah, a charity dinner for the rich and famous,” she said. “Sounds fancy.”
“We could make fun of all the insane fashion statements people are making,” I said.
“Oh shit! Will there be lots of outlandish hats?”
“That’s the British, beautiful,” I said with a chuckle.
“That’s a shame. I was going to buy one for the occasion.”
“Just wear your most beautiful dress, and I’m sure it’ll be a panty-dropper.”
“I didn’t realize you wore panties,” she quipped. “And when did I agree to go with you?”
“When you started joking with me about it.”
Silence fell on the other end of the line, and for a split second, I thought I’d overstepped my boundaries. I clenched my jaw and closed my eyes. When her voice sounded on the phone again, I felt a broad relief sweep over my body.
“I’d love to go,” she said.
“All right. I’ll pick you up at your place tomorrow around seven? That work?”
“Sounds perfect. I’ll be ready and waiting.”
We hung up the phone, and I couldn’t help but smile. I was excited to see her again, and if my mother kicked up a fuss about it, then I could use that fuss as an excuse to leave to do something fun. I pulled on a pair of slacks and a polo shirt before I grabbed the suit on my bed, and I made my way downstairs.
“Aren’t you going to eat breakfast?” my mother asked.
“I’ll grab something in town. Gotta get this suit altered!”
“Mason!” my mother called.
“See you for dinner!” I called back at her.
I rode into town and had the driver drop me off at a
small place to eat, and instead of making him drive me around town, I shooed him off for the day. I swung my suit over my shoulder and started walking down Rodeo Drive. I breathed in the fresh air that lingered in the depths of L.A.
It was nice to be walking around, and I started to get more perspective on why Winston did what he did. It was freeing to walk around instead of being clammed up in a car, and I made the decision to tell my tailor to take the day while I ventured around the city.
Maybe I could drop in on Ash at work or something.
I was headed to my tailor’s when a little shop window caught my eye. I saw the funky necklaces and outlandish earrings displayed in the window, and I instantly thought of Ash. She’d love something like this, and I figured I could get her a present for the dinner tomorrow night.
I made my way on into the shop. The necklace and matching earrings had dark green, misshapen pieces strung together on a long cord. They were interspersed with little bright yellow beads, and the chrome-looking cylindrical pieces added a massive amount of length that would drape perfectly into her bosom.
They reminded me of the necklace Ash said she’d made, and I promptly grabbed it from the display window and took them up to the counter.
“Will this be it, sir?” he asked.
“Do you have any earrings to match it?” I asked.
“Of course, we do, sir. I’ll be right back.”
I looked around the store while he was finding the earrings, and every single piece of jewelry reminded me of Ash’s funky style. I knew she would adore a shop like this, but I also thought she could probably sell her jewelry here, too. It matched the style she was wearing around her neck a couple of nights ago. When the owner came back, I started to ask him some questions.
“Do you sell jewelry by local artists?” I asked.
“Oh, yes,” he said. “Everything in my shop is created by myself and local artists.”
“How would a local artist go about selling their stuff here?”
“Are you making jewelry, sir?” he asked.
“No, no. The woman I’m dating makes some incredible jewelry, though.”
That statement fell off my tongue easier than it should have, and the thought of dating Ash made me smile.
“Well, I’m always looking for new talent, especially since one of my regular artists just pulled her pieces. I have open shelf space, so I’d love to see some pictures of what she’s made.”
He rung me up, and I handed him my card without looking, and that’s when he started in on the caveats.
“But our jewelry is made with only the finest materials, and no piece in this shop is sold underneath a certain price point. It weeds out people who are simply browsing and brings in a nice profit for both the store and the artist. So their time isn’t wasted sacrificing beauty and quality for mere quantity.”
“Understandable,” I said, nodding.
He bagged up the necklace and earrings I’d bought Ash, and I rolled that statement around in my head. Ash probably didn’t have the money to make her jewelry pieces from whatever “finest materials” there were, and she didn’t strike me as the type of person to charge someone obscene prices for it, either. I knew I could get him pictures of Ash’s stuff, but I didn’t know if I could convince Ash to invest in the materials to get into this man’s shop.
I probably couldn’t convince her to let me invest in those materials, either.
I looked down at the bag I was holding, thanked the owner for his time, and I turned to walk out. I had just handed this man my card without even looking at the price, and the truth was, it was because I didn’t need to. This jewelry set probably cost more than Ash made in a year in the craft shop she worked at, and I had the money to drop that daily on things like necklaces and earrings.
We had a very serious difference in backgrounds, and I started to wonder if we could overcome that gap. Would she be upset that I talked to someone about selling her jewelry? Would she be angry that I spent that kind of money on something I saw that reminded me of her? Would it make her uncomfortable to wear something this expensive?
Jesus Christ, I’d just invited her to a charity dinner where my fucking mother was going to be.
“Sir?” the store owner asked, “Are you all right?”
I stood there with my suit slung over my shoulder and the bag of jewelry in my other hand, and for the first time, I was nervous.
I was nervous about seeing Ash again.
I nodded. “Oh, yes. I’m fine. Thank you for your time.”
Should I have invited her to this dinner?
Chapter 14
Ash
I stuffed myself into a black velvet dress and twirled around in the mirror. It hugged me from my neck to just below my knees, and I figured I could pull off some of my funky jewelry at something like this if I wore a simple dress. I started putting on my eyeliner and stuck with a matte, dark red lipstick, and when I went to go do something with my faded blue hair, I cursed not having dyed it sooner.
I wondered if anyone at something like this would have hair the same color as mine.
I brushed it out and teased from underneath. Then I twisted it around and stuck some bobby pins in it. It was the classic French twist, just like my classic little black dress, and I grabbed a bright pink and yellow necklace set I’d made with a matching bracelet and some earrings. The pink and yellow ceramic swirled pieces were interspersed with shining, dark gray beads, and I figured it would make Mason smile after he found out I made my own jewelry.
My phone vibrated on my vanity, and I finished putting my earring into my ear before I picked it up. It was Mason telling me he was here, and I slipped into my black high heels and headed for the door. I grabbed the black clutch that was sitting by the door and made sure I had the three essentials: my phone, my lipstick, and my keys. Then I went outside to go find him.
I was anxious for the night to come. I knew I wasn’t going to fit in perfectly to whatever people would be at something like this, but I was excited to spend time with Mason. I stepped out onto the dark sidewalk that led by my apartment, and I watched Mason step out of the limo.
He was absolutely breathtaking in his tailored gray tuxedo, and I giggled when I realized the gray matched the beads in my jewelry. The limo was shining, and I was excited to go riding in one. I’d never been in one before, and this would be yet another first I’d experience with Mason at my side.
His dark hair was slicked back and his white tie reflected well against the black shirt he had on underneath. His gray pants were tailored specifically to his legs, and they were long with his ass looking incredible in them. His eyes were sparkling in the moonlight, and his white smile was broad. It was then that I realized how absolutely out of my depth I was.
He looked spectacular in a formal tuxedo, and I was slumming it in a basic velvet dress.
“You look beautiful,” he said to me, and the calm of his voice soothed my nerves.
Suddenly, I was no longer trembling with nerves and worried about walking in my heels. He walked toward me and slipped his arm around my waist. Then he bent down to give me a kiss on my cheek. I felt my body heat at his touch, and when he ushered me into the limo, I had to stifle a giggle.
“We could’ve used this type of room the first time we’d been in a car together,” I said.
I looked over at Mason, and I watched his gaze darken. The smile slowly fell from his face, and in its place, rose a hungry man licking his lips. I watched his hand slowly reach out to grab mine, and my gut began to churn while the insides of my thighs slowly began to soak. I felt insatiable, like I couldn’t eat enough of him in one sitting, and before I knew it, he was pulling me into his lap.
“Well, we’ve got the room now,” he said heatedly into the crook of my neck.
His lips attacked my skin, and my hands ran down the front of his body. My hands stroked through his hair and ripped his head up, and before I knew it, I was crashing my matte red lips upon his slightly swollen ones.
His tongue ravaged my mouth, and his hands found their way to my ass. My nipples quickly puckered underneath my black bra as his hands slipped the velvet fabric of my dress up above my hips. I felt my black underwear soaking with his touch, and my lips dropped to his neck, while my fingers made work of his belt and pants.
He was grinding up into my body, and his hands were massaging my breasts, and the little moans that escaped my lips made his cock jump underneath my touch.
“God, you’re incredible,” I heard him whisper.
The limo was cruising down the road, and I didn’t give a shit. I freed his throbbing dick from its confines while his fingertips danced along my pussy folds. I guided him toward my entrance, and he pulled my underwear off to the slide and slipped right in. His mouth swallowed my moans as he filled me just right, and my hips quickly began to set their pace while his hands sunk to my hips.
I bounced on top of his hips, and he rose to match my thrusts. The sounds of our slapping skin were muffled by the thunderous road peeling underneath the tires of the limo. He peppered my neck in kisses, and my hands locked into his hair. He leaned me back, and his face was buried into my tits.
“Jesus, Mason,” I whispered. “Right there.”
His hands held me at the arch of my back, and his hips assaulted my body. I felt my pussy fluttering around his cock and sucking him closer into me. His dick started to twitch. I jumped off his lap and promptly wrapped my lips around his cock, and before I knew it, his balls were curling into his body, and I was swallowing his ecstasy.
“Oh, god, Ash,” he groaned.
I looked up at him and saw his chest heaving with the aftershock of his orgasm, and I swallowed him whole one last time before I released him with a pop. I leaned back onto my heels while I watched him bask in the glory of his orgasm, and I situated my underwear back into place.
“Don’t you dare,” he growled.
I watched him move quickly, and his arms wrapped around me before they tossed me onto the limo seat. He kissed down my neck while his hands worked my underwear down to my ankles. He buried his face between my legs before I could protest, because we were getting close to the dinner venue.