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Authors: Danyell Wallace

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“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…”

 

“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.

 

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.

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