Chapter 21 #2
Mason shivered and entangled his fingers in my hair. “Fuck. You should stop.” He exhaled. “Never stop.” I could sense his inner battle. “You have no idea what you’re doing to me. I shouldn’t let you.” More curse words tumbled out. “You’re too fucking good at this.”
“I haven’t done anything yet.”
“That’s where you’re wrong. So, so wrong—”
Not losing a moment and not giving him a choice, I closed my mouth around him, stealing his ability to talk. Moving my hand lower, I pumped him at the same time I played him with my tongue.
I did not have a lot of experience in giving head, but from the way Mason rocked his hips forward and started fucking my mouth, I figured I must have been doing it right.
“Mel… Fuck…” His loud growl shook through my entire being. A string of unintelligible words followed.
I risked a look at him. His eyelids were hooded, his lips pinched into a thin line, and a soft red hue colored his cheeks.
He watched me with so much intensity and heat that I yearned to be watched like this for the rest of my life.
I increased the rhythm, hooked on the way I made him feel.
It wasn’t every day I could witness Mason Pierce losing control, and I relished every second of it.
“I’ll… Jesus, Mel. If you don’t stop, I’ll come.” When he spoke through gritted teeth, it sounded painful. My insides clenched at the sound of his low, husky voice.
It was my first encounter with aroused Mason, and this side of him was highly addictive.
He massaged my skull with his fingers and forced me to lift my mouth from him.
My tingly lips felt swollen, and I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand.
For a long beat, we eye-fucked each other, the tension in the room suffocating me. We were treading on dangerous ground, and I had no idea if I wanted things to go further between us if given the chance.
Mason enveloped my hand with his and started pumping himself, never breaking eye contact. His length pulsed inside my fist. His irises turned almost midnight blue, and his cheeks flushed. Even if I wanted to, I couldn’t avert my eyes.
A heartbeat later, he exploded all over his bare chest. We both stared at the white proof of what we just did without blinking. Letting go of my hand, he used toilet paper to clean himself up.
I was still surfing the thrill, unable to assess the consequences of our actions. I didn’t know if it would change something between us, but I hoped deep down it would bring us closer in many ways.
After I stood up and washed my hands, I tugged at his until he followed me back to the bedroom.
I forced him to sit down on the edge of the mattress and straddled him, looping my arms around his neck.
We remained still for the longest time, neither of us knowing how to break the awkward silence that now lingered around us.
“Mel, don’t take it the wrong way, but I think you should go.”
His words hit me like a freight train straight to the chest. “Go? As in leave? After I made you come when it’s not even four in the morning?
After you begged me to spend the night and promised me I could use the bathtub later?
After I walked in on you shooting drugs inside your body, and you’re in a weird state of mind? Are you serious?”
He avoided looking at me. “Yeah.” By the low tonality of his one-word answer, I could tell it wasn’t what he really wished for either.
“Nope. Forget it. Not happening.”
I searched his face, trying to find clues to what he meant when his gaze landed on mine. He schooled his features, hiding all emotion from me and shutting me out.
“I think I should be by myself right now.” He held me by the waist, trying to peel me off him, but I locked my legs around his sides, refusing to move.
“C’mon. I can ask one of the guys to drive you to the dorms. Things are messy in my head right now, and I don’t want you to have to witness any of it. It’s not pretty.”
“As I already said, not happening. Not until we get to the bottom of this. I won’t judge you, I swear. And I already told you that what went down minutes ago changes nothing. Forget we did it.”
“I can’t. I won’t.”
“That wasn’t the deal.”
A laugh passed his lips, but it sounded hollow. “I’ll never be able to. I might believe it’s one of the drug’s side effects, though, because it felt like a dream. The best fucking dream of my life.”
“It wasn’t a dream. And stop trying to change the subject. Whatever you say, I’m not going anywhere. You’ll have to carry me out of here if you want me to leave.”
He let out a loud guttural growl. “Suit yourself then. For the record, I won’t say shit.”
“Mase, I care about you. A lot. I won’t let you ruin your life, your health, and your future.
It turns out I’m super stubborn, and I’m not gonna walk away.
No athlete of your caliber, with a dream of going pro, is shooting themselves up with drugs just for the buzz.
It’s your shoulder. I know it is.” I poked it with my finger.
“Where does it hurt? Here?” I moved my digit around. “Here? Maybe here? Or here?”
He clenched his jaw, his face becoming a mask of pain. “Okay. Fine. You win. Stop. Just stop touching it, please.”
I waited. And waited longer until he finally decided to talk.
“I’m losing my golden touch, Shepard. I told you earlier we lost two games.”
I nodded.
“A couple of my teammates are seniors. They have chances to go pro next year. They cornered me after that berating from Coach. They’re counting on me.
I need to perform in order for them to perform too.
I can’t let them down. This is my job to take them to victory.
I’m the sole captain of this ship, and now it’s sinking. ”
“That’s where you’re wrong. It’s a team effort, not a one-man show. I thought we already settled this last year, and you knew that as long as you give your best, you can’t blame yourself if things go south.”