Chapter 31
thirty-one
. . .
Violet
The temperature of the room shifts immediately as our lips connect. I run my fingers through Mason’s hair tugging him even closer to me as we slide down the couch. He’s on top of me, clawing at my sweater trying to find an opening at the hem. My heart flutters at his needy touch, a man deprived for far too long and finally able to satiate the hunger. This isn’t general hunger either. Mason is hungry for me, and only me and my heart knows it. It’s the hottest thing ever.
I let out a small whimper as Mason breaks the kiss and moves to leave a trail of kisses down my neck, nipping against my skin as he makes his descent.
“Fuck Violet.” He runs out of skin at the neckline of my sweater. He moves to take it off, and I flinch a little when the material catches at my wrist.
“Shit your wrist. Your head! Are you okay? Maybe?—”
I put my finger to his mouth to stop any suggestion we stop. “I’m fine. Here.” I shift out from under him and move to straddle his hips. I carefully strip my sweater off. “Better. Now, I’ve had enough of the tiptoeing. Take that hoodie off so I can finally see that tattoo that's been tempting me for weeks.”
The hoodie is flung across the room, and I can’t stop myself from soaking him in. I start by pressing a soft kiss to the shoulder covered in beautiful shades of gray and black ink. I trace over the artwork with my fingers, sending a shiver down his body. A satisfied hum fills me, as does the desire to draw that out from him again. I move my hand toward his waistband.
My eyes trail down his body to where my hands are teasing the skin over his jeans. As I start to unbutton his jeans Mason reaches around and unhooks my bra. He trails his hand up and down my back as the straps fall off my shoulders. I’m covered in goosebumps from his soft touches and my nipples are painfully hard.
“Are you cold?” he asks, eyes fixating on my breasts.
I shake my head, holding my breath, as he licks his lips and looks up at me. He maintains eye contact while breathing on my sensitive nipples. “You’re so fucking beautiful, Angel.” My entire body goes limp as he calls me the same nickname he did so many years ago.
Mason brings one of his large hands up my stomach and grips my right breast tightly into his palm, the rough calluses of his hand feeling heavenly. He pinches my nipples gently and I can’t stop myself from arching my back and grinding on top of him.
”That’s right, Angel. Move those hips against me like you’re taking my cock.” I oblige and that seems to be his undoing as he finally moves his mouth on top of my neglected breast.
A groan leaves his mouth, and I grip his hair forcing his face even closer to me as his tongue darts out to draw light, teasing circles around my nipple. The slight scruffiness of his beard scratches me, and the light teasing followed by hard scratching is euphoric. I was never really into guys with beards, but the moment I saw Mason with one, everything shifted.
“Have I told you how much I love this beard?” I move my finger to trace his chin, followed by his lips, before placing another scorching kiss on them.
Mason responds by teasing my slit with the tip of his finger, which I immediately slide down on. With his finger inside me fully, I set my own pace and ride his hand. Mason matches my pace, and the mix of hunger and pride in his eyes tells me how much he appreciates my new-found confidence, in stark contrast to the insecure Violet he had back in Chicago.
“That feels…so good.” I can’t believe how close I am to coming fully undone and we have barely even started.
My eyes shut, and I hear him tsk. “Eyes on me, Angel.” He waits until I lock my eyes, and when I do, he rewards me by adding in another finger. “So fucking responsive.”
“Mason.” His name comes out of my lips a mixture of a command and a plea.
He lets out a moan, slowly pulling his hand out of my wet core and sliding me completely off him, much to my dismay. I watch him slowly slide his jeans off to reveal his boxer briefs. My mouth waters at the faint outline of his cock.
Mason cups my chin into one of his hands so I’m staring into his beautiful green eyes and traces my lips with his thumb. “I’m yours.” He places a gentle kiss on my forehead followed by a much rougher one on my lips. “Do you hear me, Violet? I’m yours. All of me, it’s all yours.” The words carry more than just hunger in them, and with my eyes locked onto his I see a hint of vulnerability.
“You’re mine Mason. Always have been, always will be.” I turn my head and place a kiss on the palm of his hand that’s cradling my face.
His eyes shut as a shudder runs through his body. When they open, a wicked smile forms on his face. He grabs my waist with his hands and adjusts us so he’s laid flat on the couch, and I’m sitting on his chest. I make a move to lower myself onto him, but he stops me. “I want you to ride my face, Angel.”
My entire body lights up like it’s on fire. Mason’s tongue was a dangerous thing. One I had missed dearly. “I’ve never done that before.”
“We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to.” He confirms, drawing circles on my thighs with his fingers in a comforting caress.
“Oh I want to, trust me.” Now that the offer was up in the air, there was no way I was turning it down. I take a breath before adjusting myself so my thighs are on either side of his face, my core hovering over his mouth.
“Vi, I’m trying to be a gentleman about this, but if you don’t sit on my tongue already, I might lose my shit.”
“You really have a mouth on you, don’t you?”
“Sure do. Now shut me up.” My eyes stay locked on Mason as I do exactly what he says, lowering myself down until I feel his lips connect with my clit, “Such a good girl letting me lick this pussy.”
I let out a loud moan as he sucks on it gently. In a matter of seconds I’m writhing on top of him as he slides his tongue into me. I get confirmation that Mason’s enjoying this as much as I am a moment later when he lets out his own moan. God he was so damn good. Our eyes lock as he gives all his attention to my swollen clit. A shiver runs down my spine and he pulls away for a moment probably sensing how close I am.
“Look at what a mess you’re making, Angel.” He tsks and I look down to see some of my wetness on his beard. “Such a perfect fucking pussy.” Mason groans, placing a wet kiss along my thigh, “I’ve been dying to taste you again, Vi. Dying to bury my tongue inside.”
He makes no move to continue though, leaving me frustrated. “I don’t remember you being such a tease before,” I mutter in frustration.
A small laugh leaves his lips, “I like seeing you squirm a lot more than I thought I would.” He brings his thumb to my clit matching the same pattern his tongue used earlier, “Love knowing I’m the one that’s driving you this crazy…the one that’s making you this wet.” He drags his tongue up my slit teasing my clit on the way. “Plus dragging it out will only make you come harder in the end. So really it’s a win-win.”
I take matters into my own hands, gripping his shoulder tightly and using my other hand to toy with myself. From that moment on Mason loses all his self-control. He drags his tongue back against my slit and finally , buries his tongue inside me again.
His groan vibrates throughout my core as he continues to lap me up, slow at first and then hurried as I buck my hips in response. My nails dig into his shoulder, hard enough to leave a mark, but he’s undeterred. If anything, it only motivates him more. He moves to slide a finger inside of me, “Oh god, that’s it Mason. Baby I’m so, so close.”
“You wanna come, Angel?” His voice is so soft, a stark contrast to the way he’s playing with me. I can’t bring myself to say anything, so I just nod instead. “You just need me to tell you it’s okay, don’t you? That’s what’s going to send you over, isn’t it? My permission?” Oh god is that it? It might be, given I suddenly felt the pressure build even more. “Come then. Come all over my face Angel, so I can make you come all over my cock next.”
His words are all I need to fall into an orgasm that shakes through my entire body. I lean my head against the arm of the couch catching my breath as I come down. Eventually I move so I can bury my face into his neck as he holds me, “You’re so damn beautiful Violet.” Mason whispers against my temple. ”I have no idea what I ever did to deserve you.”
“You were right. That was amazing.” I sigh, extremely content.
“Can you say that first part again?” he teases, absently stroking his hands down my back and through my curly, frizzy mane. “It’s not every day I hear those words come from your mouth.”
“Don’t be annoying.” I laugh.
“Me? Never.” He opens his mouth to make another quip when I slide my hand down his chest, tugging down his boxers before I grip his cock, stroking it. I watch as Mason’s eyes roll to the back of his head as I squeeze him, “Violet. I’m not gonna last much longer if you keep doing that.”
“That’s the idea.” I taunt pressing a kiss to his lips leaning down until I’m nearly eye level with his cock.
Mason’s hand comes up to cup my face, stroking small circles on my cheek with his thumb, “You don’t have to, you know. I don’t expect that from you just because I ate you out.”
“I know. I want to.”
He lets go of my face and I go to work. His cock is already rock hard and standing at attention and lick my lips when I notice the precum on his tip. I use my thumb to spread it over the rest of him causing more to leak out, “You’ll be the death of me Violet.” Mason’s words fill me with confidence “Fuck Vi—” He sucks in a breath and bucks his hips into my hand.
“Good?” I ask already knowing the answer.
“It’s incredible. You’re incredible.”
A smile comes over my face and I move my mouth closer, tracing the tip of his cock with my tongue. “Oh god , Violet.” His hands immediately come to my hair, moving my curls out of the way as I bring him as deep into my mouth as I can. The rest I cover with my hand as I continue to drag my tongue up and down his length while maintaining my pace. Mason continues to move himself inside of my mouth, but always gently, never pushing me beyond what I was already allowing. When I feel his fingers slightly tighten in my hair, I know he’s close and I start to stroke him faster when he pulls out abruptly. “Not happening, Angel. When I come, I’m gonna be buried inside of you.”
He reaches down and throws me over his shoulder before I have time to think, walking me over to his room. A few seconds later he gently places me on top of his king-sized bed, and I moan at how comfortable it is compared to my cheap yard sale mattress. “I could stay here forever.” I drawl stretching out like a starfish.
“You won’t hear any complaints from me.” Mason pulls out a strip of condoms ripping one off and leaving the rest on top of his nightstand. “If you don’t think I have plans for the entire night, you are sadly mistaken.” He teased sliding a condom on his still hard cock before climbing onto the bed.
“You’ve worn me out quite a bit already.” I tease, placing a soft kiss on his cheek.
A flash of worry crosses his face. ”We can stop now if you’re not feeling okay.”
“I feel fine. Great even, although I know one way I could feel even better.” I smile making room for him to settle between my legs.
Mason adjusts us slightly, placing a few pillows underneath my head. He moves us closer to the edge of the bed before turning me on my side. I notice his closet doors are made up entirely of mirrors and I’m on complete display as he throws my right leg over his. His wild eyes take me in and I don’t think I’ve ever felt more beautiful. I watch through the mirror as he leans down to press a tender kiss on my temple and lingers for a moment before pulling back and adjusting himself, so the tip of his cock is at my entrance. He presses his lips to my ear as I continue to watch him sink inside of me through the mirror. “That’s it Violet. That’s it. God look at you. Look at what a mess you’re making taking my cock.”
His eyes are locked on where we’re joined, and he starts off slow. Teasing me relentlessly making sure to drag his cock against my clit as he enters me again, but I grab his hands in mine bringing one to my breast and the other down to my clit, both of which he immediately tends too. All while we both watch the mirror as he thrusts into me mercilessly. “You. Are. So. Fucking. Perfect Violet.” His thrusts become fast and deeper as he places another rough kiss on my cheek, “I’m yours, Vi. All yours.” His thumb starts drawing figure eights on my clit and moves his head to rest it on my temple, eyes never leaving the mirror, as he continued to whisper words of encouragement into my ear - how good I feel around him, how tight I grip him, how he can’t wait to bury his tongue in me again.
His words were my undoing, “Mason, baby, I’m so close-”
“Come. Come Violet, I’m right there with you.” And with one final thrust we both go off, panting and gripping at each other. All I can see are stars as Mason leaves dozens of small kisses on my forehead while I stroke his arms as they wrap around me. “You’re perfect Vi. So perfect.” He gently pulls out of me, and then brings me fully back into his chest placing another kiss on my lips. A few minutes later he sighs, letting go of me, “I’m going to grab us some water, do you want anything else?” I shake my head but manage to sneak off into the bathroom and make it back before he does. When Mason returns, he’s holding two water bottles and a steaming mug. “Is that tea?” He hands over the warm mug and the familiar scent fills my nose.
“Honeycomb Black Tea to be specific. I told you I bought a bunch once they discontinued it. I figured you’d want something more substantial after all we just did.” He sat up next to me, the both of us propped against the headboard as I sipped on my tea.
I rest my head on his bare chest as he toys with my hair and eventually, I feel the mug being taken from me as my eyes start to shut. The next thing I know I’m being tucked under the covers as he whispers a small ‘goodnight’ into my temple.