Chapter 41
LILY
Mason Rivera
Now it's your turn, pretty girl.
My breath catches. My entire body goes rigid, and I grab one of the cushions on the couch to ground myself. It’s like catnip when he calls me that.
Mason’s like catnip.
He’s sitting in his truck, thinking about me. And he came—I just know it.
I can’t believe I told him I was wet.
What an understatement.
My phone pings.
Mason Rivera
Where are you?
Your bedroom?
Living room
Couch
Mason Rivera
Dressed?
Yeah
Mason Rivera
Unzip your pants.
Slide your fingers into your slit.
I gasp. I feel shy—I barely text anyone much less sext. But Mason’s giving me a safe way to test the waters. And—damn it—I want him badly.
Before I can overthink it, I do as he asks. My fingers shake as I slip my hand beneath the waistband of my panties. I'm so wet, the fabric clings to me.
Okay
Mason Rivera
You wet, Lily?
A whimper escapes my throat. I press my fingers against my clit, and the sensation is almost too much.
I have been since we kissed.
Mason Rivera
That’s my pretty girl.
Rub your clit for me, like it’s my tongue.
I can’t wait to lick into you. You gonna let me?
“Oh God.” I moan, my gaze relentless on the screen, my fingers brushing over my clit. I can picture him between my knees, his tongue working down into my crease, his dark eyes cataloguing what I’m feeling.
Mason Rivera
Yeah, I think you are.
I think you know I can make you feel good.
Pull your shirt open. Show me how pretty you are.
I have to put my phone down to do it, but I grab it back quickly, watching for what he’ll say next.
Mason Rivera
You want me to touch them?
Lick them?
I know I want that.
Mason, please
Mason Rivera
Please what, pretty girl?
Please lick your tits?
Or please make you come?
Make me come
I'm close
I'm so close
My thighs are trembling. The pressure is building so fast I can barely breathe, barely think.
Mason Rivera
You're mine, Lily.
Now come.
Come for me.
The orgasm explodes through me.
My back arches off the couch. My mouth opens in a silent scream. The phone falls from my hand as wave after wave crashes through me, obliterating thought, obliterating fear, obliterating everything except the raw, overwhelming sensation of feeling.
His words echo in my mind—You're mine—and I come harder, my fingers still moving against my clit, my body shaking with the force of it.
When it's over, I collapse back against the cushions, gasping for air. My entire body vibrates with the orgasm, and I reach for my phone with shaking fingers.
I
…
My face starts to burn. How do I say I’m done? Why am I being so weird? I just sexted him—telling him I came is the least of it.
I am not thinking about what will happen when I see him in person next. That’s a thought I can’t handle right now.
I finished.
Mason Rivera
You good now?
Other than being mortified?
Three dots appear immediately, like he doesn’t even hesitate.
Mason Rivera
You’ve got nothing to be embarrassed about, pretty girl.
Easy for you to say.
You didn’t just completely lose your mind over text messages.
Mason Rivera
No, Lily. I lost my mind the second you trusted me enough to let go.
Heat rushes through me all over again, sharp and impossible to contain. It’s not until I’m lying in bed, staring up at my ceiling, dreaming about the next time I see him, that I realize Mason did the impossible: he gave me back a part of myself I thought I’d lost forever.