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  As Mason led me down the hall, showing me the next two rooms which were dressing rooms, but more or less just rooms for the musicians to hang out in, my panic attack began to set in. What in the hell was I doing? Why was I in an empty hallway in a warehouse out in the middle of nowhere with some strange guy that I had just met less than an hour beforehand? Did I really suggest we go somewhere more private? Was he going to freak out when I didn’t want to have sex with him? Did I want to have sex with him? Was Evie worried about me? Did she even realize I was gone?

  “Scarlett?” his voiced pulled me from my anxious thoughts. We were standing in front of the last door at the end of the hallway. “Do you still want to come in?”

  “Yeah, sorry, lost in thought” I responded and followed him into the room.

  The place was actually much nicer than I expected. There were two queen size beds on opposite sides of the room from one another. In the center of the room was a small kitchenette and breakfast table with two chairs nestled under a flat screen tv that hung on the wall and there was one full sized bathroom. The space was clean and functional. Mason explained that the suite served as a mini-apartment for him and Marcus for nights they worked late or had too much to drink.

  “And a place to bring all of your unassuming girls to?” I joked.

  Mason stopped walking and turned toward me. He face was serious . . . not mad or angry, maybe even a bit concerned? “I don’t usually bring girls back here, this is more a space for me and Marcus to escape.” Well, I guess that explained the funny look Marcus gave him when he said we were coming back here. “The dressing rooms are more my style for a quick fuck, and none of the girls that go in there with me are unassuming, I can guarantee you that.”

  “So why did you bring me back here?”

  “I didn’t think you really wanted to come back here to fuck. I’m pretty you were just trying to make that asshole at the pool table jealous.” He never stopped looking in my eyes as if he was trying to gauge my reaction to the truth he spoke. “Am I right?” Oh shit.

  “Partially,” I admitted. “I did want to make him jealous, and I’m pretty sure that it worked.” I smiled at him and he chuckled.

  “But I also came back here so that I could kiss you . . .” I reached up on my tippy toes and brushed my lips against his.

  “And touch you . . .” I splayed both of my hands on his chest.

  “And tell you how hot you make me . . .” I didn’t get another word out before my back crashed against the wall behind me, Mason’s body pinning mine up against it. I wasn’t sure if my courage to actually verbalize my thoughts had come from the beer or the endorphins that pumped through my body, but nonetheless, I was quite pleased with the response that it invoked.

  We devoured each other, kissing, licking, and nipping with wild, untamed fervor. My hands moved from his hair down his broad, muscular back until I reached his waist. I lifted up his shirt so that I can feel his skin under my hands. His hands followed a similar trail on me but when he reached my waist line, he pulled the hem of my shirt up and over my head. Without waiting another second, I did the same to him. I couldn’t wait to see his bare chest and arms. And holy shit, I was not disappointed. His arms, chest, and stomach were like a canvas, completely covered in ink. There was so much to take in, I wanted to explore each design thoroughly, but that would have to wait for a different time. Instead, I focused on the piercings in each nipple, reaching out, touching, and lightly pulling on each one. He was almost too beautiful with his powerful frame and strong, handsome face. So fucking perfect. As he leaned down to capture my mouth again, he flicked his lip ring with his tongue and I thought I was going to come apart on the spot. My panties were soaked. He kept one of his hands threaded through my hair which also served as a cushion so that I wouldn’t bang my head on the wall.

  When he kissed my neck he pulled my hair forcing my head to tilt back and surprisingly, the stinging pain in my scalp turned me on incredibly. His other hand cupped my right breast and he lightly ran his thumb back and forth over the nipple that was visibly hard through the black lace. He then moved his attention to the left nipple, giving it equal treatment. I leaned my head back into his hand, closed my eyes, and arched my back, whimpering in pleasure. His mouth and tongue continued their assault down my neck to my chest until they reached my exposed nipples. I hadn’t even felt him unclasp my bra, but sure enough as I looked down, it was laying on top of the shirt pile on the floor. He alternated back and forth between the two, kissing, biting, sucking . . . driving me absolutely insane.

  The throbbing ache in between my legs was like nothing I had ever felt before. Evie had warned me it would me 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 mu
ch 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 off 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 backward inside my head to calm myself. Luckily, I had gotten myself somewhat back under control before Mason made his way toward 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 while 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 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 dea
d 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.”

  “So what’s the story now? Where are your parents?”

  “My parents live in San Antonio, I moved here in August with my best friend to go to school.” I answered.

  “And you haven’t slept with anyone since you’ve been here? Not Ash or Dylan or anyone else?”

  “Nope,” I shook my head. “It’s not that I don’t want to . . . believe me, I do. I mean, I don’t just want to sleep with anyone and everyone, I’m not aspiring to be a whore or anything, but I don’t think I need to wait to fall madly in love either. I don’t live in fairytale land and think Prince Charming is going to roll up in a magical carriage anytime soon.