My heart’s hammering to get out of my chest before I get anywhere near his door. My temperature rises as I consider what I’m about to do, but I don’t let it stop me.
My hand shakes as I wrap my fingers around his door handle. The click of the lock seems like the loudest thing I’ve ever heard and I still, thinking it might have woken the girls. When I hear nothing, I push on. I twist more. The door moves, and my time for backing out vanishes as the soft light from the room beyond appears.
One inch. Two. Three. My eyes drift across the carpet until they hit the base of his bed. Then, sucking in a huge breath of confidence, I look up.
I find him immediately, sitting in the middle of his bed with school books around him. My heart physically aches to see him doing his homework on a night he should be celebrating.
His hair’s falling over his face and he looks up at me through it, waiting for me to announce what the hell I’m doing if the hard set of his muscles are anything to go by.
“Y-You were right. I’m sorry.”
His head tilts to the side to show he’s listening and I take a step forward, pushing the door closed behind me, halting a quick escape.
“Go on,” he encourages.
“I-I...I was wrong. Today is your day and I freaked out and ruined it. If you wanted a party, then you had every right to one.”
He’s silent for a beat. His intense eyes bore into mine as he digests what I’ve just said.
“I didn’t want a party.”
“Then why—”
“Ethan.” He rolls his eyes at his friend’s antics.
“Oh. Okay, well still. I ruined your night. I stormed in and sent the girl—”
“There was nothing going on with the girl.”
“But she was—” His eyes narrow. “Doesn’t matter. Not my business,” I say, feeling ridiculous for thinking this could even be a good idea.
“Why are you here, Camila?”
“Because... Because it’s your birthday, and you’re in here alone when you should be celebrating.”
“And what exactly are you going to do about it?” he taunts, his eyebrow lifting as he waits for my next move.
I take another step toward the bed, and then another until I’m over halfway across the room.
Mason drops his pen to the bed, and, pushing the books away, he rests back on his hands as if he’s about to enjoy a show.
For the first time since I entered, his eyes drop from mine. A trail burns down my body as they run over my breasts, my nipples pebbling as if he’s touching them. My stomach clenches with lust as he drops lower down my satin covered body until he finds my bare legs.
He makes his way back up, an amused smirk playing on his lips, but the heat in his eyes is unmistakable.
“You just come here to tease me? To remind me of what’s usually right on the other side of the wall that I can’t have.” He nods his head toward the wall that separates us from each other every night.
I shake my head, my nerves getting the better of me.
“So what then, Cami-bear?” He sits forward and scoots to the edge of the bed. He could touch me if he reached out, but he doesn’t. “You must have come in here with a plan. I know you remember. I know how you think.”
Isn’t that the fucking truth. Four years of not being friends, but he can still read me as well as he did back then. It’s how he’s managed to hurt me. He knows my weaknesses, my fears like the back of my hand, and he’s used them against me so many times. Yet, despite all that, here I am basically offering myself to him. No... to the boy I know that’s hiding inside. The little boy who’s scared he’s lost his family and has no one to turn to. The little boy who thought the best way to deal with everything was alone. Well, I want to prove tonight that that isn’t the case. I once loved that little boy with all my heart. I’d have done anything for him, but I’m realizing that when times got hard and he backed away from me, I allowed it. I didn’t fight for him like I should have done. I didn’t drag him kicking and screaming out of the pit he’d fallen into so that we could fight it together. Well... now’s the time to make all that right.
With a new sense of determination, I lift my hands and curl my fingers around the lace trim on my cami, and, with a deep breath of air, I lift it up. As it leaves my body, cool air replaces it. My hair falls down onto my back and I drop the fabric to the floor.
His eyes hold mine, pride swelling in them as he waits me out.
With my heart trying to beat out of my chest, I take a hesitant step forward. His knees part so I can stand between them. His chest heaves beneath his shirt, and the muscles in his neck ripple when he swallows.
“Fuck.”
He stands, his chest crashing into mine as his hand grips the back of my neck and his lips find mine. His part almost instantly, and I find myself following his movements. Our tongues duel and tease as we devour each other. It’s a kiss that’s been a long time coming, eighteen years to be exact, and right now, standing crushed up against his body, I don’t ever want it to end.
His fingers grip my hip. It’s bordering on painful, but I don’t care. I need more. I need everything.
My hands find their way up and under his shirt, and his muscles bunch as I make contact and I smile into his kiss, knowing that he’s as affected by this as I am.
His hand drops lower and slips inside my shorts and panties so he can grip onto my ass. The move pulls our bodies closer together, and the feeling of his cock pressing into my stomach has a wave of heat racing through me.
Ripping his lips from mine, he trails kisses along my jaw before descending my neck. He sucks on the sensitive skin beneath my ear that makes my entire body shudder with pleasure before he stills.
He breathes me in with his lips still pressed to my skin, but he doesn’t do anything and I start to panic. Doesn’t he want this? Me?
His fingers tighten against the back of my neck before he blows out a breath and whispers in my ear.
“If this continues, I won’t be able to stop. I need you to tell me now if you don’t want this.”
The only sounds that can be heard are our heaving breaths as I fight to find the right words to answer him with.
“Mason.” He groans as I say his name, his grip on me tightening once again. “I want you.”
“Fuck.”
He stays where he is with his face tucked into my neck for a beat before he pulls back and looks deep into my eyes. All I see is him. The boy I remember with his silly jokes, supportive, kind nature, and insecurities. He really is still in here.
His large hands wrap around my waist and he moves up until it’s my legs against the edge of his bed. With one hand on my back, he slowly lowers me down, never once taking his eyes from mine. It’s like he’s trying to tell me something that he’s too afraid to admit with words.
With his knee on the mattress next to my hip, he reaches behind his head and pulls off his shirt. My eyes drop in favor of enjoying the inches of toned skin he’s just revealed. Apparently, I don’t have the restraint that he does.
Once he’s dropped the fabric, his palm connects with my stomach before brushing upward until he finds my breast. He squeezes gently, and it’s like a direct line to my clit. It throbs as a wave of heat hits me, practically melting my panties right off me.
His lips find mine again as his fingers continue to drive me crazy, moving from one side to the other, pinching and palming my breasts until my hips start lifting from the bed in search of more.
“Mason,” I moan when he pulls his lips from mine in favor of my neck.
“Never thought I’d hear you moan my name,” he admits quietly as he descends over my collarbone. “Never thought... fuck.” His eyes fly up to mine. The heat in their depths has me squirming, but I can still see his hesitation. He’s still not convinced I’m in this fully with him. It’s like he’s thinking it’s a joke or something, and I’m going to run at any moment. Little does he know that I’m deadly serious about this.
Tak
ing his moment of hesitation. I place my hands on his shoulders and flip us over so I’m straddling his waist. I sit up straight and throw my hair back over my shoulders, giving him a full view of everything. On the inside I want to curl up and die with embarrassment, but Mason’s always had this way of making me feel brave.
“Happy birthday, Mase.”
I trail my fingertips down his chest and over the deep ridges of his abdomen until they hit his waistband. His muscles twitch with my contact and I can’t help but smile. If possible, his cock grows even harder beneath me. I lick my lips and glance up at him. He doesn’t miss the move, his own lips parting in anticipation
My fingers make quick work of undoing the tie around his waist, and in seconds he’s lifting his hips from the bed to help me pull them and his boxers down his thighs.
His cock springs back and rests up onto his stomach. My eyes widen slightly before the corner of my mouth curls up. Maybe he does have a reason to be such a cocky asshole if he’s rocking junk like this.
Dropping to my knees, I pull the fabric free of his feet until he’s bare before me. It’s not the first time over the years I’ve seen him naked but fuck, he was a boy then. Now, he’s most definitely all man.
Excitement bubbles up in my stomach as I settle myself between his thighs and he props himself up on his elbows to watch the show.
“Ready for your present?” I ask in what I really fucking hope is a seductive voice.
His chest heaves and he bites down on his bottom lip, but at no point do any words leave his mouth. He never was a chatterbox like me, and I guess that extends to situations like this.
Knowing that his lack of response doesn’t match his interest level, I reach forward and take his steel length in my hand. My fingers wrap tightly around, causing him to suck in a breath through his teeth.
His eyes are locked on where we’re connected as I start to move. His teeth grind and his jaw pops, and I feel more powerful than I ever have in my life.
His eyes start to shut as the feelings take over. Leaning forward, I lick the tip of him. His eyes fly open as he stares at me with disbelief. With my confidence growing, I wrap my lips around his head and suck him into my mouth.
He groans and sits up. His hand finds my head and his fingers dig into my hair to hold me in place. He guides me slowly until his cock’s swelling even more.
“Cami,” he warns, wrapping his other hand around my forearm. I look up at him. His pupils are blown, his cheeks flushed and his lips parted. It’s the most erotic sight I’ve ever seen, and it pushes me forward.
I suck him deeper, almost gagging when he hits the back of my throat.
“Cam, I’m... I’m gonna—” I lick around the head and suck him deeper. His words falter as his cock twitches. His roar that follows makes my chest swell with pride and my panties even wetter.
“Fuck, Cami-bear,” he says between his heavy breaths.
Helping me up from the floor, he immediately seeks out my lips and captures them in another earth-shattering kiss.
I’m not aware I’m moving until my back hits the bed and my shorts and panties are pulled down my thighs. My muscles clench as I remember how incredible he made me feel last time he touched me. I’m not waiting long for a reminder because his hands land on my inner thighs and they’re spread wide, exposing every inch of me to him.
“You’re so fucking beautiful. So much more than I ever imagined.”
“You’ve thought about this?” I ask, my voice coming out stronger than I was expecting.
“Only every fucking night before I fall asleep.” I’m not expecting that, and words fail me to respond. Although it soon becomes apparent that he wasn’t expecting one, because he dips his head and rubs his tongue up my seam.
“Oh shit.”
“You can’t tell me you’ve not thought about getting a repeat.”
“Every second since you walked out.” He stops and looks up at me, and I immediately regret my words.
He opens his mouth but no words form. Instead he goes back to the job at hand. He parts me, finds my clit and licks and sucks until I’m chanting his name.
“Come on, Cami-bear. Let me feel you coming.” His words rumble through me, setting off the first sparks of my release. His fingers push higher into me and touch a part of me that has stars flashing behind my eyes. “That’s it. Let go. Show me how good it feels.” He licks faster, circling around my most sensitive spot as he thrusts deeper, and it’s only seconds later when my body quakes and I come with his face between my legs.
“Holy fucking shit,” I pant, one arm thrown over my face as I try to catch my breath.
“Good?” I don’t need to look at him to know he’s got a shit-eating grin on his face.
27
Mason
Standing up, I wipe my mouth with the back of my hand and stare down at her laid out naked on my bed.
Fuck knows what made her decide to walk in here tonight, but fuck if I’m going to put too much thought into it.
It was obvious she turned up with a mission in mind. Her eyes we set and her body ready, despite the obvious nerves that were racing through her. She might think she can hide it from me, but I can read her like a book. I always could.
My eyes run up from her feet, which are placed on the end of my bed, over her bent legs to her swollen pussy. My cock weeps for more despite being inside her hot little mouth only moments ago. I skim up over the curve of her waist, pause at her breasts for a few seconds taking in her tight, rosebud nipples which taste like fucking candy, until I find her face. As if she knows where my attention is, she lifts her arm.
Her breath catches when she finds me staring down at her.
“Hey,” she squeaks, suddenly looking unsure of herself.
“Hey.”
She lifts herself up on her elbows and I panic that she’s about to run. I warned her what would happen if she allowed this to continue. We’re not done. Not by a long shot.
I kneel on the bed, caging her legs in, and land with my hands beside hers, bringing our lips almost within touching distance. My eyes flit down to them. I desperately want to take them again, but I need to know she wants this.
“You sure?” I don’t want to ask, I just want to do it, but I know this is a big deal and I need to know she’s serious and not going to regret it once it’s over. She only gets one shot at her first time, and whenever she thinks of it, she’ll be forced to think of me. My chest swells at the thought.
Her hand wraps around the back of my neck and she pulls me down. She lies back and I follow, my weight pressing her into the mattress.
I kiss her like I should have years ago. I pour everything I’ve ever felt for her into it and pray that she can feel my desperation, my regret, my love.
“It’s okay, Mase.” She pulls back and looks into my eyes. “It’s okay.” She thinks I’m doing this to ensure she’s ready, but she has no idea that all I’m doing is making up for lost time, replacing all the kisses she gave that motherfucker with my own because we both know that her lips should have only ever touched mine.
“Aren’t I allowed to take my time with you?”
Biting down on her bottom lip, she shakes her head. “I need to feel you. All of you.”
“Fuck.” There’s no fucking way I can deny her that.
Reaching over, I pull open my top drawer and feel around for a condom. I pull out a box and tip the contents on the bed beside her.
Her eyes widen in horror. “I didn’t agree to needing that many.”
“We’ll just stick with the one for now. These can be for tomorrow,” I add with a laugh.
Just like when we were kids, when I’m with her, everything seems that little bit easier, that little bit more possible. My reality washes away. The fact that I was sitting in my bedroom alone doing my homework on the night of my eighteenth birthday has vanished, because all that matters right now is her.
She watches intently as I roll the condom down my length.
“Lift up and lie back against the pillows,” I instruct, pulling the sheets from beneath her when she follows orders. I flip them back with a little too much enthusiasm and they fall to the floor, my school books disappearing inside. I ignore them, it’s not like I have any intention of needing them anytime soon. I’ve got a naked Camila in my bed, the one good thing I’ve allowed myself to fantasize about over the years. It’s actually happening, right now, and I intend on making the most of it.
Her dark hair fans out on my pillow and as she gets comfortable, I find myself exactly where I’ve always wanted to be. Between her legs. I push them wider to allow me the space I’m going to need before taking myself in my hand and rubbing the head of my cock through her wetness. She’s soaked from her previous orgasm, so I have no question as to whether she’s ready for this or not.
Her body trembles beneath me with a mix of lust and fear, and her eyes never leave mine, as if she’s finding the strength she needs within them.
“I’ll take it slow, I promise.”
I’ve never taken anyone’s virginity before—well, not that anyone admitted to—and I’m just as terrified as she is of hurting her.
Dropping lower, I push inside her. Her eyes widen, but she doesn’t do anything to stop me.
Leaning over her, I grip onto the back of her neck and crash my lips to hers. Pushing into her a little more, I kiss her harder, hoping that I’ll be able to mask any pain. I know it’s wishful thinking, but I do it nonetheless.
“Just do it,” she mumbles against my mouth, and I do exactly as I’m told.
I thrust forward and all the way inside her. My muscles lock tight as her walls ripple around me, trying to accommodate my sudden invasion. I’m fucking desperate to move, to feel more, but her little whimper beneath me puts an end to my selfishness.
When I pull my eyes open that I didn’t realize had slammed shut, I find hers staring at me with tears pooling at the edges.
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