Metamorphosis (18 page)

The throbbing ache in between my
legs was like nothing I had ever felt before.
Evie
had warned me it would be so much more intense than the way I felt when I would
get worked up over a book or movie. She was so
right,
fantasy lust had nothing on real-life, in-your-face, skin-on-skin desire. I
craved his touch to the point
I didn’t just want him
,
I needed him
. I needed to be touched; I needed to be wanted;
I needed to forget about everyone and everything except how good Mason made me
feel in that moment.

I pulled Mason’s head up from my
chest back to my mouth and traced his lips with my tongue until I reached the
ring. I looked up at him through my long eyelashes into his smoky gray eyes and
flicked it with my tongue like he had done earlier and then closed my lips
lightly around it and sucked gently. It was his turn to groan and close his
eyes so I took advantage of his momentary weakness by turning us around so that
his back was against the wall.

“
Mmmm
…
my turn to have some fun,” I said as I followed the same path he did with my
mouth and teasing tongue, mouth to neck to pierced nipples. His skin tasted
both sweet and salty, a perfect mixture of the two. I outlined one of his
tattoos with the tip of my
tongue which
led me further
down his body until I reached his right hip bone. When I reached the end of the
ink, I found myself on my knees in front of him in, shirtless and with my hands
grasping his hips. I looked up at Mason and saw the need in his eyes and I moved
straight for the button on his pants.

My hands were trembling, I was so
nervous. I hoped that all of my books and the damn pornos that
Evie
had made me watch last summer so that I would know
“how it’s supposed to look” weren’t going to let me down. I thought that I
probably should’ve practiced this on someone not so experienced my first few
times, someone who might not care or realize that I don’t know what the hell
I’m doing, but it was too late for that.

I finally managed to get his pants
unbuttoned and unzipped, and I pulled the jeans and boxers down in one motion.
Again, I looked up at him, staring intimately into his eyes that continued to
darken and grow heavy. Not breaking eye contact, I licked the palm of my hand
and grabbed his shaft. His entire body tensed and he leaned back to distribute
some of his weight on the wall. I stroked him slowly several times before I
began kissing and licking his tip. The first time my mouth touched him he
growled, “Oh fuck, Scarlett.” I continued my oral appreciation of his hard
cock, paying attention to his different reactions as I tried various
techniques. His hands played in my hair, at times he would tenderly massage my
scalp and at others he would pull my hair roughly, both of which made me feel
so good. I enjoyed watching his facial expressions as I moved my mouth up and
down, burying his cock into my throat. Soon we developed a rhythm of sorts and
I could feel Mason’s erection continue to grow. Suddenly, he pulled my head
back so that I released him from my mouth. I looked up at him confused.

“Babe, I’m going to come if you
don’t stop,” he said in between deep breaths.

I cocked my head at him and asked,
“Isn’t that the point?”

“I want to take care of you, I
want to make you feel good, too,” he said through panting breaths, struggling
to keep control of himself.

“Don’t worry about me right now,
you can take care of that later. I’m having too much fun pleasing you.” I
grinned at him and then gave him my best puppy dog eyes. “Please? Please let me
finish you off with my mouth?” I didn’t know who the hell was controlling my
voice, but I think my words shocked me as much as they did him. But for some
reason, I just couldn’t stop. “I want to know what you taste like,” I begged.

“Oh shit, are you fucking kidding
me?” he moaned and stared down at me.

I didn’t wait for him to say
anything
more,
I just grabbed his balls and wrapped my
lips back around his somewhat softer cock. It didn’t take long to get him back
to where he was and not long after that I felt his balls get firm in my grasp
and he gripped my shoulders. His hips thrust fast and hard in and out of my
mouth and I could tell by the look on his face he was close. He opened his eyes
and we got lost in each other’s gaze as I brought him to an explosive release.

I collapsed onto the floor in
exhaustion. Who knew that giving a
blow job
could be
so draining? Mason pulled up his pants and then scooped me up like a baby in
his strong arms and carried me to his bed.

“Just rest here while I go clean
up and grab you some water.” He kissed me softly on my swollen lips before
disappearing into the bathroom. As he walked away, I couldn’t help but stare at
his naked back that was tattoo free other than the portion of his shoulders
that were a part of the sleeves that covered both of his arms. His jeans sat
low on his hips, as if they were resting comfortably on his firm ass that was
just as muscular as the rest of his body. I noticed that he had removed his
shoes at some point as he quietly strode across the room. I had never realized
how sensual a barefoot man could be. It felt so intimate. I looked down at my
feet and wondered when I had lost my shoes as well.

It was at that point that I had a
minor freak out in my head. Reality set in as I found myself lying topless and
shoeless in some strange guy’s secondary bedroom in a warehouse with hundreds
of people just on the other side of the wall. A guy no less, that I just gave
head to and swallowed his cum. I swallowed his fucking cum
?!?
I knew I had only had a few beers earlier so I couldn’t blame my current state
of senselessness on alcohol. Maybe I had officially gone insane. What was I
supposed to say to him now? How was I supposed to act? Why did I feel like
hyperventilating?

I began taking deep breaths and
counting backwards inside my head to calm myself. Luckily, I had gotten myself
somewhat back under control before Mason made his way towards me. Just seeing
him however, put all of my anxiety to rest. I should’ve felt honored that the
first person I got to perform a sexual act on was someone as gorgeous as him.

He approached the bed with a
bottle of water in each hand and my shirt and bra slung over his arm. He sat
down next to me and dumped the contents of his hands on the covers. With a
sweet smile playing at his lips, he leaned over and kissed the side of my
mouth. “I brought your clothes to you even though you’re more than welcome to
hang out without them.” He wiggled his eyebrows and then started laughing when
I jokingly pushed him off of me and started putting my bra on. Once I was
properly redressed, Mason positioned me in between his legs, so that his back
was propped against the pillows and headboard and my back leaned against his
shirtless chest. He handed me
a water
and I didn’t
realize how thirsty I was until the first drop of liquid hit my tongue. I drank
the entire thing in less than a minute.

“Thirsty much?” he snickered.

“Shut up before I drink yours,
too,” I retorted.

“After the mind-blowing treatment
you just gave me, you can have anything you want.” He wrapped his arms tighter
around me and leaned down and kissed the top of my head.

“How much longer do you have
before you go on again?” I asked.

He looked over at his cell that
was sitting on the bedside table. “I
gotta
head out
there in about an hour. Are you going to stay and listen to us? I know you got
here right before we finished up earlier.”

I tilted my head up to look at
him, “How did you know when I got here?”

“I saw you walk in, silly. How
could I miss you? You are quite exquisite, Scarlett.” Mason leaned down and
kissed me tenderly. I was in so much trouble.

I turned my head back facing
forward and we sat there in comfortable silence for several minutes. He was
rubbing up and down my arms with his strong hands and it felt so soothing.

“Who is he?” Mason broke the
silence without stopping my massage. “An ex-boyfriend?”

I tensed a little at his
questions, but quickly relaxed. I leaned my head back on his chest so that I
didn’t have to make eye contact with him while talking about Ash. “No, he’s
just a friend,” I said, unable to keep a twinge of bitterness out of my voice.

“Do y’all fuck?” he asked like it
was no big deal.

“I said we were just friends.”

“I know lots of just friends that
fuck, angel.”

“Don’t call me angel and I don’t
fuck my just friends.”

He laughed, leaned down, and
snuggled into my neck after moving all of my hair to the opposite side. He
kissed the sensitive skin gently. “I didn’t mean to offend you. I’m sorry.”

Feeling his breath and lips
against my skin, made me forget why he was even apologizing. I shivered as I
felt the tingles in my pussy re-awaken.

“So why do you want to make this
just friend jealous then if y’all aren’t hooking up? You want to be more than
that?” he continued to press the issue but didn’t stop kissing my neck and shoulder.

“Don’t you find it a bit odd to
talk about me wanting to be with another guy why you sit here holding and
kissing me?” I asked.

“Not really,” he answered. “It’s
actually kind of hot… to think I’m the lucky one back here with you while he’s
sitting out there wanting you like a madman. I’m sure it’s driving him crazy
thinking about what I’m doing to you.”

I shook my head and grinned.
“You’re crazy. I bet he’s not even here anymore.”

“I guarantee you he is here. He’s
going to wait until he sees that I bring you back out in one piece. I saw the
way he looked at you, Scarlett, and it wasn’t a just friend kind of look.”

I didn’t want to spend my time
with Mason talking about Ash, but he obviously wasn’t going to let it go until
he got the story. I turned around in his lap so that I could face him. “Okay,
the story is I met Ash right after I moved here a few months ago. We were
attracted to each other, but he’s a self-admitted playboy type that has no
intentions of settling down anytime soon and I’m… well, I’m not. He basically
told me that I needed to explore the world and figure out who I am and all this
other
yada-yada
. But there’s this weird connection
between us and we couldn’t stay away from each other, so we decided to try
being friends. At first it was hard, I would catch myself wanting him to kiss
me when we were hanging out or he would leave his hand resting on my thigh a
little too long, but it’s gotten easier over time. I’m used to seeing him with
a different girl every time I see him. And usually it doesn’t bother me, but
tonight I wasn’t expecting to see him here so it just kind of surprised me.”

“Is he not used to seeing you with
other guys?” he asked.

“Just Dylan…” I blurted out before
even thinking.

Mason raised his eyebrows at me
and smiled mischievously. “Ah, so there’s another poor soul I’m going to have
to fight off for your attention? Is this Dylan your boyfriend?”

I shook my head. “No, not my
boyfriend. Dylan is just a guy I have a
long standing
date with every Saturday night. We don’t see each other the rest of the week.”
I wondered if that sounded as strange to him as it did to me as I said it
aloud. “Why are we talking about all of this again?” I asked gazing into his
charcoal eyes.

“I told you, I’m just trying to
get an inventory of my competition.” He leaned over and kissed me. I seriously

“I must sound like such a slut,” I
put my hands over my face, but Mason quickly pulled them away. I refocused on
his gaze. “I promise I’m not… I’ve never even…” He froze and I stopped talking.

“You’ve never even what,
Scarlett?” he demanded. His eyes searched mine looking for answers.

I just sat there for a minute
mentally battling myself over what I should tell him. In the end, I opted for
the truth. Looking him dead in the eyes, I whispered. “I’ve never even had sex.
I’m a virgin.”

Mason and I sat there staring at
each other for I don’t know how long. Finally, I broke the silence, “Well, are
you going to say anything?” I asked sheepishly.

“Yeah, um, sorry… just a little
shocked,” he replied. He cocked his head and sucked in his lip ring like he was
thinking of just the right thing to say. “First, please tell me you are at
least eighteen?”

I nodded my head, “Yes, I’m
eighteen. I’m a freshman at Rice.”

His shoulders dropped as he exhaled
a sigh of relief. “Okay, so explain this to me, how does a girl that looks like
you make it eighteen plus years without having sex?” He asked incredulously. “I
mean I would understand if you were some religious prude or something, but
judging from what just happened over there…” a smile teased the corners of his
mouth he nodded his head at the wall where we had attacked one another earlier,
“… I don’t get that impression of you.”

I looked over at the wall and
couldn’t help but smile at the recent memory too. I turned my attention back to
Mason and explained. “You’re right, I’m not a religious prude, but I did grow
up with crazy-ass, controlling parents that didn’t allow me to have a social
life. So that, accompanied by me attending an all-girls private school, I never
had the opportunity to meet any boys much less sleep with them.
”