All things Twilight belong to Stephenie Meyer, everything else is mine.
Thanks to Chanse Lowell, Chrisann, Boo, and WitchyVampireGirl for all your help on this chapter!
So, it's been a while. Longer than I expected. Life has given me many ups and downs this year, and I haven't been able to write much. I did have a bit of trouble with the upcoming chapters, but thanks to WitchyVampireGirl, I got straightened out. Another reason I've had trouble writing on this one is because the characters are telling me in goes in a way not everyone is going to like and I'm not going to deviate from it because of that. This is who these people are, this is their story. So, I ask that everyone keep an open mind. No, there is no poly relationship (a question I got a lot after the last chapter) but they are open sexually… I'll leave it at that for now, explained later.
FYI, Mase calling Bella "Pet" is a term of endearment only (he is not a Dom) and you will find out why he calls her that in chapter 7.
Year Two: Day One
It was my second year for the adult toy convention, and I felt a lot more prepared than I was the previous year. I was so excited I'd been the one wearing out Alice all week as I bounced around the office. It all boiled down to one thing: Mase was due any minute.
I hadn't stopped thinking about him all year long. He starred in my fantasies as I played with the products he invented. Yes, I bought more of their products to go with the one Mase gave me. Two more, to be exact. I never did "squirt" as he said, but I figured it was user error. Maybe if Mase was the one guiding it the outcome would be different.
Like his cock in my…
"Bella? Earth to Bella!"
I blinked and looked up at Alice who was standing at my desk. "Oh, sorry. Hi, Alice."
"Opening the doors in five minutes, and your green eyed God is standing in front."
"Thanks." I grabbed my clipboard and a pen.
I couldn't stop the shaking that took over. He was there, I could feel it. We'd been talking over Facebook and email over the past few months, even talking on the phone as much as we could, so I knew he was getting in late last night. My nerves were in overdrive. All of our conversations couldn't prepare me for actually seeing him again, for the attraction that almost knocked me down last year. Would a year of build-up have us going at it in the doorway?
The moment I was close enough to see him, I was instantly aware he was staring at me. A brilliant smile was lighting his face, his hand reaching up to rest against the glass that separated us. My own smile was almost painful with how big it was.
My heart was hammering in my chest, my body itching to touch him. I walked up to the glass, my feet moving on their own, gravitating toward him as they did last year. With our eyes locked, I reached out and placed my hand on his. My breath was shaky, my muscles tight, and the need to feel him against me was great. I was about to jump through the window to get to him if Tom didn't hurry up and get the damn doors open.
The familiar click filled my ears and Mase's hand was no longer pressed against mine, but on the handle, pulling it open. In two steps his arms wrapped around me, lifting me off the ground, his head buried in the crook of my neck.
No, last year hadn't been a fluke. In his arms I was alive and content and happy.
"Bella," he whispered. "Oh, Pet, I've missed you so much."
I smiled and pulled him closer. "Not as much as I missed you."
He lifted his head, pressing his lips to mine as he hungrily devoured me. For a moment I forgot where we were, and I was at work. That kissing him like that was inappropriate. I didn't care. The world ending couldn't pull me from his arms.
I moaned against his mouth, electricity and heat racing through me. Was everything I was feeling normal? I was becoming so aroused, I was ready to take him back to my office and fuck him on my desk like a proper slut.
He made me want to act like a slut for him. Only for him. I wanted him that much.
The sound of my name pulled me off him with a groan. Sarah needed help with the sign-ins. Mase let me go with a quick kiss and pinch of my ass before he moved to the end of the line, and I begrudgingly let go of his hand and went to work.
It took about fifteen minutes, but Mase finally made it to the front of the line. That was when I noticed something was missing.
Mase's expression soured as he took his pack of paperwork. "He decided to leave all the set-up shit to me and come tomorrow."
I walked around the table. Now that things had calmed down, I was free to move about. "Why? That's a lot of prep work to do by yourself." Ass.
He sighed. "I think it was so we could have some time alone." His hand reached to mine, our fingers lacing together. It was like his need to touch me was as strong, if not stronger, than my own.
Heat rose to my cheeks. "Oh." Maybe my previous thought of Em acting like an ass was wrong.
He stepped forward and spoke in my ear. "He said they'd get here before the doors open for vendors. So it's just you and me tonight."
"They?" I asked, forgetting the part about us being alone. I had to or I'd never make it through the day.
"I'll tell you more about it later. Can I just please fucking kiss you again?" He licked his lips and let out a small whimper that went straight to my clit.
"As long as you don't make that sound again. Fuck, it does things to me."
He leaned in closer. "You have to stop cursing, it does things to me."
His lips met mine and my hands wound up in his hair. It was longer than last year, and shaped almost in a Mohawk.
Someone bumped into us, bursting our bubble. It was a good and bad thing, because it reminded us we both had work to do.
With a huge amount of reluctance, we separated. The quicker he got to work, the sooner we could get out of there.
I helped out in the front, then was called to the stage, broke up a fight between two vendors, stole three kisses and got a few gropes from Mase, and was hit in the shin with a cart all in the first two hours.
It was a mad house. A crazy, sexy, mad house. Creepy leery guy from the previous year tried to call me over, but there was no way I was getting any closer than six feet to him. I had a feeling there was a sex offender list out there with his name on it.
Alice was hopping around, helping out the Thunderbunny people, and drooling at the new silicone toy: Thunderbunny 2.0.
"It's so pretty," she said, her cheeks were flush, eyes dilated.
"Why didn't you get one last year?"
She pouted. "They were sold out before I could buy one."
"You could've ordered one online."
"Yeah, but me and Jazz are saving up for the wedding, so spending two hundred bucks on the most epic vibrator ever is a no go."
Well, I had a wedding gift now!
"Bella!" a voice called out. I turned to find Kate walking toward me with bunch of clothes racks behind her.
"Kate!" I wrapped my arms around her, giving her a big squeeze. She squeezed harder.
"How are you, honey? Has Mase cornered you in a room yet?"
I smiled and sighed. "I'm good, and no, he got in right when the doors opened."
"I told that fucker a week ago he should've come a day early to take you out."
I shook my head. "He thought about it, but I was here until ten last night working on the set-up and getting everything ready."
"But tonight?" She waggled her eyebrows at me.
I became suddenly hot. "Yeah."
"Good! He's been a whiney fucker all year. He lost his game for a while there, so I could tell when you two hooked up on the internet."
"Lost his game?"
"Lost his mojo. His swagger was gone. Couldn't flirt with the customers to get a sale. He was all mopey. Anyway, I better get set up. Come by and see me later, I've got a surprise for you." She winked at me and headed down the aisle.
"Was that Le Petite Masquerade?" Alice asked, eyeing the train of racks as they went by.
Alice whined. "I want one of those as well. Maybe Jazz will let me get one, you know how he likes to cosplay."
I rolled my eyes. "I don't know what they run."
"Too much. The cheapest one I saw was about seventy-five, and the one she gave you last year was one-sixty."
I turned to stare at her open mouthed.
"You didn't know? Kate's one of the best. She uses quality material and will size to fit."
My shoulders slumped. "I still have a lot to learn, don't I?"
She gave me a sad smile. "Yeah, hun, you do."
Hands wrapped around me and pulled me into a familiar chest – one I recognized as Mase's, and was lifted into the air.
"Excuse me, it's time for my girl to get some grub."
Alice giggled and took my clipboard. "Have fun!"
I didn't protest when he whisked me away – he was touching me. A few feet later he sat me down, kissing me hard before taking my hand and walking toward the exit. His strides were long thanks to his height, and I struggled to keep up in my pencil skirt and heels.
Once we were clear of the convention center he slowed down to a manageable pace.
"Sorry, I just wanted to get us out of there without being stopped."
I smiled up at him and wrapped my free hand around his arm. "Good idea."
He let out a content moan and kissed the top of my head. "Have I told you how much I missed you?"
"Not this hour."
"I fucking missed you, so fucking much I felt like my heart was yanked out, which should be weird."
"It probably should be, but, well…it feels too right to be wrong." My lips pressed against his arm.
"I never believed in that love at first sight bullshit, but since I met you, I've begun to re-think my thoughts on the subject."
I squeezed his arm harder to let him know I understood exactly what he meant.
We made it to the food court at the Circle Center mall, and grabbed some food.
Mase refused to let me pay. "I don't give a fuck that we haven't had a date yet, you're still my girl and I pay."
I couldn't refuse him, especially when he called me his girl. I was his, and the swan tattoo on his forearm solidified how deep our strange connection went.
We found some seats, but before I could even sit down, he was whispering in my ear. "How's it going with the toy I left you?"
I turned to find him smirking at me. The flood of heat was running to my face, my eyes were wide, and I smiled so big I probably looked insane.
"I… I broke it," I admitted, my smile fading and head hanging in shame.
"How did you break it?" he asked, but his voice wasn't mad, more playful.
My face burned, and was probably bright red. "Umm, over use?"
He smirked. "Well…I suppose that is the best death for a toy." His voice was a little lower than before.
"It was probably user error and not a reflection on your product. I bought two others and they still do a great job."
He groaned and leaned down to my ear again. "Bella, stop. Please."
He cut me off, placing his hand over my mouth. "Stop, please, before I do something in front of all these people. With you, my control is always on edge. And a year of wanting, I'm too tightly coiled for our usual banter."
He removed his hand and I licked my lips, knowing exactly what he was talking about. I wanted to kiss him more, but knew it wouldn't stop at that.
We both let out a sigh and stepped apart, sitting down at a table. Even though we were across from each other, we were unable to stop touching – our legs were entwined.
"So, I've been wondering, why does everyone call you Mase if your name is Edward?" I asked, recalling his full Facebook name.
He took a bite and chewed it before answering. "Mase is short for Masen, my last name. Emmett's called me Mase for years and it just kinda stuck. It worked out well, because the name Edward is out of date. I never liked it much, but it's a family name."
"Who in your family?"
"My dad," he said without pause or missing a beat.
I felt terrible; I didn't mean to bring his parents up. "Oh, I'm sorry."
He shook his head and stroked my hand. "It's been sixteen years, so I'm good to talk about them. I'll always be sad they're gone, but I've got a great support system and a different kind of family now."
"Sixteen years? And you were fourteen, which makes you thirty?"
He smirked at me. "My girl knows her basic addition."
I stuck my tongue out at him, but he surprised me when he jumped up and leaned forward, taking it into his mouth. He kissed me hard and deep, his fingers tangling into my hair. When he released me his eyes were a bit wild and his cheeks flushed.
"I'm hanging on by a thread, baby. You can't show me that and not expect me to do something about it."
Fuck, what was I going to do with such a sexual beast?
"Anything and everything," he said with a smirk. "You're cute when your mouth lets out stuff your brain wants to keep in."
My eyes went wide, watching him as he sat back down, chuckling at me.
"Now, to answer your question, I'll be thirty one in a few months."
"Oh, that's right, your Facebook said June," I said, stumbling out of the coma he managed to put my brain in.
"And you turned twenty-six."
"Robbing the cradle."
He let out a sharp laugh. "Sometimes I feel like it, but I plan to erase all of that and make you as dirty and painted as I am."
He took a sip of his drink. "You mentioned you might like some ink, and I think that's a great idea. Trace it with my tongue. I've even got the perfect one for you."
"And what is that?"
He held his hands in the air in front of him and spread them apart as he spoke, "Mase's Toy."
Oh. Holy. Fuck.
I swallowed hard, my mouth open, practically panting in the middle of the damn food court. Yeah, I could do that one. No problem.
I somehow managed to finish most of my food, but conversation continued to be laced with sexual tension, taking us both to a boiling point.
We walked back to the convention center and when we entered I headed toward my office. Mase followed, which was good, because after lunch I needed a quick make-out session. Though I knew that would just make things worse. I wanted him full monty, but we still had to get through the day.
Probably not the best idea, because as soon as we were in the small space he had me pinned against the wall and his lips on mine.
"All those men out there want you, did you know that? Ever since they saw you last year. They want to make you dirty. The Doms are salivating when you walk by."
"You know why. Because you're so innocent. We can almost taste how sweet you are and everyone wants to find out if it's true. Should I let them descend on you? Who do you want?"
"I want you. Only you," I admitted.
"Thank fuck!" He lips captured mine. "I've thought of nothing but you all year."
He was caressing up and down my sides, but as our kisses deepened, so did his hands. One moved up my skirt, fingers skimming the inside of my thigh before reaching my pussy. He rubbed against the cotton cloth, the thin space between our flesh. His expert touch found my clit and began moving his knuckles lightly across it.
My eyes sprang open, nails digging into his arm as my mouth opened in a silent scream.
"That's it, Pet. This is just a teaser of what I'm going to do to you tonight. Fuck! I've been dying for you, aching to have you in my hands. You're going to come, and come hard again and again, and when I'm satisfied, then I'm going to bring out the toy bag and start all-the-fuck over."
My hips began to move against his hand on their own. I'd experienced it before, when I'd played with the toy he left me, but having Mase's weight on me as he directed things was intoxicating and overpowering in ways I never knew possible.
He grabbed my ass and pulled me closer to him, moving from his knuckle to the pads of his fingers.
"I need you to come for me, Pet. I can't make it through the day without it. I need to taste you, have you on my lips." He groaned, his hips moved while forehead rested against mine. I moved my hand down his chest, resting just below his belt buckle. The heat of the head of his cock could be felt through his jeans. He let out a guttural moan. "Touch me, fuck, please."
I pressed the palm of my hand against the bulge and sucked in a breath in surprise. He was big.
He nipped at my neck, moans and groans clawing out of his chest while I panted in his ear, little squeaks slipping out. I was on the verge. Just a little bit more and I would—
He leaned down and bit on my nipple and I lost it, arching into his body, my own feeling like I was exploding. My pussy clenched and twitched. Tearless sobs shuddered through me and my knees went out, but he caught me and lowered us down to the floor.
"Pet, Pet, oh fuck, baby." He almost sounded tortured. "Fucking hell that was sexy."
I collapsed onto his chest, his fingers still moving against my clit as I came down. I swear I blacked out for a moment, but was startled when his fingers slipped beneath the thin fabric of my panties and slid across my opening.
I watched wide-eyed as he lifted those fingers to his mouth and licked my come off of them. He then sucked them in, moaning as he cleaned them.
His eyes met mine and he smirked. "Appetizer before the main course."
I giggled against him. "Was it good?"
"Fucking sweet perfection."
I adjusted my head back against his shoulder. "I'll take your word for it."
He quirked his brow at me.
"You'll get a taste of your own soon enough."
"What does that mean?"
He shook his head and let out a little chuckle. "Just another thing for my innocent little Pet to experience."
We sat there for another minute before my phone buzzed. I grabbed it to find a message from Alice.
Starving! Me want food, too! Stop fucking and let me get fooooooood!
"Alice might be a little bit hungry." I showed him the screen and he laughed.
"A little bit. I know I'm a lot bit hungry, but food isn't going to help that."
It was then I noticed he was still hard. "Oh, I…I…" Had no clue what to say or do.
He shook his head. "As much as I want to come, my jeans are the last place I want to do that. I'll go rub one out in the bathroom as I go through a mental playback you coming in my arms."
I bit my lower lip, and I knew I was blushing again. It was amazing how often he could get me to do that all the time.
With a huge amount of reluctance and a lot of help from Mase, we headed back out to the floor. Alice gave me the "I know what you've been doing" look, and handed the clipboards over before slipping out.
"I've got to head to the bathroom," Mase said with a smirk and a quick kiss, leaving me envisioning him pumping his cock.
I couldn't wait to see it…and the mysterious number nine.
The rest of the day went the same as they usually did: calm down this person, fix this problem, deal with idiots, fix some other issue, run around like a chicken with my head cut off, rinse and repeat.
I had no idea what time it was, but I figured it had to be close to five. It was based off the fact that almost all of the vendors had most of their stalls set up and some were even gone for the day.
I also knew because a familiar hand grabbed my arm and pulled me off the floor as he waved, and said goodnight and thanks to Alice.
"Did you bring a bag?" he asked as we walked to my office. I'd never been happier to be getting off work at what would be considered early. I owed Alice a huge-ass coffee in the morning, and I better arrive with it in hand. Good thing Mase's hotel had a Starbuck's.
I kissed him on the cheek. "Of course I did."
His grip dug into my hip. "Thank fuck. I don't think I can stay away from you tonight."
I threw my clipboard on the desk, and unlocked it to get my purse. Then I pulled the bag I packed out from underneath. It had a few days of clothes in it. I figured if things went well, I wouldn't be home until Sunday.
Mase wanted to take me on a first date, so I chose an Irish pub, Claddagh, that was downtown, not too far from the convention center. We stopped off at his hotel room to drop my stuff off, and for me to change into some jeans.
"Do you really have to change in there?" Mase asked, whining through the door.
"Why?" he asked.
I laughed. "You know why. If I did it out there we'd never leave."
"They have room service, we don't need to leave."
"We still have a few things to talk about."
"I know," he groaned. I could tell he leaned against the door when it shook a little. "It's just so fucking hard to have you in my hotel room, fucking naked, and there's a door between us. How is this right?"
"Well, there won't be later." I tossed my hair up into a ponytail, then pulled my t-shirt down. I grabbed my zip-up hoodie and threw it on as I slipped into my flip-flops. Yeah, it was still chilly out, but after being stuffed in heels my toes needed all the room they could get.
I unlocked the door and opened it. Mase was staring at me, looking me up and down.
"Damn, you look so cute." He rubbed his fingers against his lips.
"Nothing. I'm just trying not to fucking tackle you right here."
With that I grabbed the handle and yanked the door open, making sure we got out of the small space and actually went to dinner.
We walked the couple of blocks to the restaurant, and were seated at a table pretty fast since it was just turning six. We both ordered a beer, and looked over the menu. After placing our order, he laced his fingers with mine.
"I like this," Mase said, running his thumb against mine.
"I know this is right, as much as I wanted to stay in that room."
"That's why we have to do this. We've been talking, but this is the first time we've been alone together in person in a year. And back then we'd just met."
He lifted my hand to his lips, kissing each one before sucking my fingertip between his lips, his tongue lapping at it. I stared at him, transfixed on his mouth latching onto me.
"You're distracting me."
He released my finger with a pop. "You started it."
"I'm trying to be good and make us do this right."
"Who says we're doing it wrong? Who writes these rules? We make our own, and as long as you're with me I don't give a fuck what anyone thinks about anything."
I groaned. "You're killing me."
He released me. "Okay, I'll be good. What should we talk about? What do you want to know?"
I fidgeted with my fingers and sighed. "I want to know about you, Em, and Rose. I want to understand what I don't."
His Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed hard.
"What?" I asked. Based on his reaction, I was becoming scared about what he was going to tell me.
He took a swig of his drink and took in a deep breath. "I don't really talk about it, because people outside have trouble understanding, but I know this is something I need to tell you before things progress. That way you can decide if I'm not want you're looking for. I guess I should start by telling you we all live together. We're very close, and all comfortable in our own skin and sexuality. Em and Rose are married, but on occasion, I've joined them."
He laid it all out on the table in one swoop, looking deep in my eyes waiting for my response.
I didn't know how to respond, I didn't even know what to think. To say I was shocked was an understatement. "So…you've had sex with Em's wife?" He nodded. "What all do you…do?"
"We're all very open sexually," he said, stressing the words, but I still didn't understand.
He blew out a breath. "Most of the time it happens when we're testing out toys. It used to happen a lot more when we were younger. We're so close…we decided to lose our virginity together."
"Well…Rose had a tough day." He shrugged his shoulders. My eyes widened as I tried to process what he meant. "Whoa, whoa!" He held his hands up, obviously noting my distress. "I mean, she had sex twice. Once losing it, then again right after." He ran his hand through his hair. "Shit like that didn't happen till later."
"You mean you and Em…with Rose." The blood began to seep from my face.
My mouth popped open in an O, remembering what he'd told me the year before. "Do you do that much now?" I needed an understanding of where I fit into all of this fuckery.
He shook his head. "Hasn't happened since I met you."
I took a moment to go over all he'd told me. They were friends. Friends that occasionally had sexual relations. Kinda like fuck-buddies.
My stomach was tied in knots as my mind tried to wrap around the idea of him fucking a woman he was so close with and lived with. I was left asking myself if it was something I could handle if things went somewhere with him. Could I stand the thought of him going home on Sunday to another woman, even if they weren't involved that way anymore?
"What are you thinking?"
I shook my head. "I don't know." My voice was small.
"I'm not innocent, Bella," he began, his voice low and pleading in a way. "Fucking far from it. Rose was the most important woman in my life. Sister, friend, lover. I love her, but I'm not in love with her, and I never have been. Em and Rose are sickly crazy over each other, so much it's gag worthy at times. But they're just like me."
One word stuck out most of everything he said: was.
"You said was. Rose was the most important. She's not anymore?"
My confident, swaggering Mase was gone, and in front of me was a man warring with himself; unsure and scared. He sighed. "This is hard for me, the hardest thing I've ever had to do before."
"Defend myself and my sexual lifestyle to the person who means more to me than anything. To the person who holds so much power over my happiness, and I don't understand why. We both feel this, but I don't get it, and I'm fucking scared of the pain if you rip my heart out because you can't take me as I am and this is over."
My eyed went wide and my mouth popped open. "I…I mean most?"
He nodded. "I told you in that first message. I hoped time away from you would melt you from my brain, and you'd be nothing more than a fun memory. It didn't work that way, the opposite." His fingers brushed against his forearm, tracing the swan tattoo. "You were forever burned into me, haunting me."
I was still confused and torn, but right now there was only one thing I knew to be true above all else; I wanted him. My urge to be with him was too strong. I didn't know if I could accept it, but I did know that as innocent as I was, the idea didn't wig me out as much as I though it should have.
Was that so bad?
He was already turning me into a sexual deviant.
"Okay." I'd have more time to think about it after he left on Sunday, to decide if I could really handle it.
"Okay?" he asked, eyeing me.
My head bopped around. "I mean, you're very sexual. You told me about the three of you growing up, I'm getting to know the business, so I guess it shouldn't surprise me if I think about it."
My eyes moved down to the table, my fingers tearing at the drink napkin. Tears misted in my eyes, and I had to force them away.
"Pet?" He leaned down, trying to catch my eye. "Have I lost you?"
Lost? I thought about what my life would be if he left on Sunday and I never saw him again because of my own insecurities, misunderstandings, and narrow-mindedness.
My heart sped at the thought of him gone and I reached out to grab his hand. "I feel very inadequate," I blurted out.
"What?" He scooted forward, his hand cupping my face. "No, that's not what I wanted you to think."
"Are you going to want that of me to?" My heart was racing. Was that even something I could consider? I had no idea. It was all so much.
He shook his head vehemently. "I don't want you doing anything you aren't comfortable with. Just because you think it'll make me happy. If you don't like something, or don't want to do something, please tell me. I won't get mad or offended; everyone has different tastes and desires. I want you to love it… sex is fun and pleasurable, not a chore."
I knew what he meant by that. It always felt that way with my previous encounters, but I knew with Mase it would be different. It had to be, just based on the way he made me feel.
"It's ok, Mase, really. I want to try everything. I don't have…much experience with…sex," I said, my face flaming. "I won't say some of it doesn't scare the shit out of me, because that would be a lie, but how will I know what I like and don't like if I don't experiment? And I don't want to learn with anyone but you. I trust you."
He smirked at me and stroked my cheek, letting out a happy little sigh. "Wise beyond your years."
"Or maybe just embracing my inner sexual deviant."
He chuckled. "I love that you are, because I want to show you so many things, bring you so much pleasure."
"You're the only one who can."
"Just you and me. No one else unless you want it. But I will say, I don't think I can stand to watch you fuck another guy."
Me tension broke with that, my sense of humor returning and I giggled. "What, no DP for me?"
His teeth ground together and he let out a little whine. "There are other ways."
My head cocked to the side. "Other ways?"
He took a deep breath. "That's a conversation for another time. Which brings me to the more serious part of our talk. I was tested right after I met you, and I'm clean. I get tested once a year, just to be safe. I haven't had sex with anyone since I met you, which is a long fucking time and another reason I'm dying over here."
I smiled at his admission, thoughts of his cock all hard, wanting for me, had my whole body warming. "I did as well a few months ago, and I'm all good."
"Are you on birth control?" he asked. I nodded and he let out a whoosh of air. "Thank fuck, because I want nothing more than to come inside you until my balls are dried up. I mean, I want kids someday, but after we're settled and married and shit."
I choked on my beer and looked up to find him biting his hand, looking embarrassed.
"So, guys think about that stuff as well?"
He pursed his lips then shrugged. "I think most guys think about that when they meet a wonderful, beautiful woman. They just don't admit it. Can I see this going somewhere already?" He nodded. "Yeah, I fucking can."
So could I. And for more than just sex. Some force was drawing me to him and I wanted everything.
Dinner couldn't finish fast enough. I'd gotten the information I wanted, though it wasn't what I was expecting. I'd think about it more in the morning, but I was aching to have him inside me. I couldn't wait any longer.
We walked back to his hotel hand-in-hand, the anticipation buzzing. We'd been good and only had one beer while splitting a meal. Our priorities were in place. After all, there was room service if we got hungry later, and I had a feeling we would.
He slipped the key in the lock and pulled us both in.
I stood just inside the door, my nerves taking over. This was it, the culmination of a year of teasing. The moment we'd both been waiting for, and I was frozen in my footsteps.
"What's wrong, Bella?" Mase asked, his hand running through my hair.
"Just nervous," I said, my body beginning to shake. What if I wasn't good enough for him?
His hand moved down my back, rubbing in a soothing gesture. "Of what?"
My eyes met his. "Of disappointing you."
He shook his head. "I don't think you could ever disappoint me, I think you've got it backwards."
"But I'm not experienced."
He grinned. "One of my favorite things about you, because I think about all the wonderful things I can teach you."
"But – "
He cut me off. "Pet, as much as it pains my dick to say this, we don't have to do anything tonight, and I mean it. We can start off light tonight."
"Making out, maybe a little oral. I've been dying to taste your beautiful skin and your juicy pussy. Dying just to feel your fingers wrapped around my shaft. Your little tentative movements teasing me until I'm begging you to go harder and jack me off until I come all over your hand."
That did it.
I jumped on him, wrapping my arms and legs around him as my lips crashed to his. He let out a startled yelp, but he caught on, gripping under my ass and pinning me against the wall.
His hands were hard on my waist as he pushed me down on his hips, the bulge in his jeans pushing against the place I needed him.
His touch was fire and raw desire. Every fantasy and dream since I met him was coming true. His lips were succulent and I couldn't' get enough of them. My breath was hard and heavy from my chest. It was hot, too many clothes in our way.
As if he heard me, he pushed off the wall and stumbled over to one of the beds, dropping me down. I whimpered as he let go, but moaned when I realized it was to pull his shirt off.
I'd only seen his chest in pictures, the tattoo's I'd memorized were now in front of me, moving with the muscle lying beneath. The nipple piercings I'd been dreaming about were staring at me. I adjusted so I was sitting on my knees, my fingers trailing along his abs as I leaned forward and took his nipple into my mouth.
He sagged at my touch, a deep moan coming from him as I flicked the piercing with my tongue. His breath sped up, becoming heavy and labored. One of my hands snaked up to his other nipple and pinched with a bit of pull.
"Oh, fuck." He was as sensitive as I remembered.
His hands slid down and pinched my nipples through the fabric of my shirt. I released him and let out a moan.
"Feels good, doesn't it?" I nodded in response as he yanked my hoodie off. "You're wearing way too many clothes."
I nodded again and he leaned down, his fingers wrapping around the hem of my shirt, his tongue swiping my mouth before he began sucking on my lips. He had to let go to get my t-shirt over my head. Before I could blink his fingers flipped the front closure of my bra and popped it open before sliding the straps down my shoulders.
He groaned as his hands cupped my breasts, thumbs running over my nipples causing them to tighten. He stepped forward and rocked his hips into my chest, his eyes dark with lust.
"Fuck, Bella. You're so fucking beautiful."
I reached out and covered the bulge in his jeans with my hand. He hissed, his head falling back while one of his hands moved to his belt and pulled the leather studded piece through the buckle while he kicked off his shoes.
My hands reached forward and popped open the button, then dragged the zipper down. I was high on anticipation, knowing this was it. We were here, and we were going to find out if it was as right as we both thought.
I pulled his pants down his hips and to the ground, his cock practically lunged at me as it was freed, almost smacking me in the face. I stared at it in wonder, more precisely, at the ring coming out the tip.
I'd heard about them before – a Prince Albert, I think it was called. I never thought seeing one up close and personal would be so hot. I never thought it would be hot period, but on Mase there weren't words for the level of hotness it was.
Mase was staring down at me with heavy lidded eyes, his whole body shuddering as I wrapped my hand around his long, hard shaft.
My eyes scrunched as I found number nine, wrapped around the base of his cock.
His eyes widened. "I was very drunk."
I quirked my brow and smirked. "Don't mind if I do."
I leaned forward and wrapped my lips around the tip. Mase blew out an unsteady breath, his fingers reaching up to rest just under my jaw.
"Fuck, Pet. Oh, baby, Jesus fucking Christ and fucking sea monkeys."
I released him from my lips and looked up at him. "Sea monkeys?"
"It got you off me before I busted in your mouth. I want to do that in your pussy right now, mouth later."
The thought of him losing it so easy made me even wetter than I already was. My panties felt like they were soaked, and I was pretty sure there was a spot on my jeans as well. The hungry look in his eyes made it worse. He was almost like a caged animal, trying not to let go and rip me apart.
I swear he growled as he pushed me back and pulled my jeans off. He got my panties as well, and there I was, naked in front of him. I wasn't even shy or embarrassed, because I knew he wanted me.
"God, I've wanted you since I first laid eyes on you," he said with heavy lidded eyes as he loomed over me. "It's taken everything in me not to fuck you senseless all day. I know you're not very experienced and I sure as hell don't want to scare you away, so I'll fuck you senseless tomorrow and savor you today."
I was shivering – everything was so strong; the anticipation, the need, the desire to have him surround and fill me completely. It was then I realized how much I wanted this man in every way, and it was also scary, but I was ready to jump into the unknown with him at my side.
"Sshhh," he whispered in my ear. "Calm down."
He nuzzled my neck. "I know exactly what you mean."
I bucked when his fingers ran across my pussy, moaning when his fingertips pushed into my slick slit.
"So warm and wet for me." He pushed two fingers in deeper and my hips jumped up, pushing him further. "Patience. You're going to come before I shove my cock into his home."
"Fuck!" I cried. His fingers began pumping in and out while he kissed and licked his way down to my breasts. His free hand twisted one nipple, while his mouth latched onto the other.
The head of his cock was brushing against my thigh, making me whimper more; he was hot, hard, and the temperature was a contrast to the cool metal ring at the tip. If my brain was working I would have wondered what it was going to feel like inside, but he'd driven all thought from my brain.
My hips were rocking harder against his hand, the sounds coming from me growing in intensity. My hand fisted in the sheet as my muscles coiled tight. Then my mind went white.
It felt like I was convulsing, my body jerking as the intensity of my orgasm washed through me. There was a scream filling my ears, and it wasn't until the white receded that I realized it was me.
His fingers slowed, eyes heavy as he looked down at me, mouth open. "Fuck, Jesus fuck, that was so beautifully erotic."
I couldn't do anything but smile and pant up at him, watching as he brought his fingers up to his mouth and licked them. His eyes closed as he moaned, shoving them in his mouth and sucking them clean.
"I need a quick drink from the source."
I was confused for about two seconds before his tongue ran up the length of my pussy, flicking my clit. My body was still so sensitive I was shocked when I jerked away from him.
He smirked at me as he licked his lips. "Ready now?"
I chuckled. "You have to ask."
"At this point, yes."
"I've been waiting my whole life for you."
His eyes softened, his fingers caressed my cheek, then leaned forward and kissed me hard yet sweet. "Same here."
He scooted my knees open and settled between them then positioned himself, his hand was between us as he lined up and began to slowly push in. His mouth popped open, but his eyes never left mine. That was until mine rolled back into my head from the pleasure of him filling me consumed me.
The ring and head were first in, and I was stunned at the sensations as it slid in. When he was fully seated my eyes opened back up to find him still staring at me. The expression he wore was mixed with lust, reverence, and what looked like utter joy. He gave me an Eskimo kiss before pressing his lips to mine.
I shook as he pulled out, then again as he pushed back in. His hips rocked a slow steady rhythm. His eyes fluttered as his head fell to my shoulder. My arms wrapped around his shoulder, bringing him as close as I could. He did the same, one hand winding under the small of my back.
Fuck, that ring was doing something! It had to be that in combination with Mase, because the added feel of it was driving me crazy. I'd never felt so good with any other guy.
His thrusts picked up, causing my nails to dig into his shoulders. "That's it, baby, mark me up so they know I'm taken."
I craned my neck up and licked his neck before putting my lips over the spot and sucking. He hissed a "fuck" as I pulled harder, my teeth even digging in a little bit.
When I released, his lips crashed to mine, kissing me hard, his hips moving faster, pushing deeper. The familiar coil was quickly building in the pit of my stomach, and I knew that I was on the verge of my first ever orgasm during sex. With each push and pull I was flying higher, gripping him harder, and losing all thought.
His hips slammed harder and faster, in and out, as he pleaded with me to come.
Then it happened. I was gone. Lost as my walls fluttered around him. Curses were whispered into my ear as his hips jerked and I felt him twitch inside me. He stilled after a couple short thrusts, his breath loud as he collapsed down on me.
One hand stayed on his neck, tracing light circles while the other one was dead beside me. My whole body was goo. I'd be lucky if I could walk in the morning, and that made me smile.
"So good, never want to leave," he whispered against my neck. "Pet… my girl. You're mine now."
"And I'm yours."
A tear fell from my eye and he kissed it away, then made his way to my lips. He stroked the side of my face with his thumb.
He smiled at me, his green eyes sparkling. "You bit me."
My eyes flickered to his neck and sure enough, there was not only a hickie, but the outline of my teeth. When had I done that? I didn't remember biting that hard. I opened my mouth to protest, but he stopped me.
"Fucking hot. I almost came when you did that."
I bit my lip. "Really?"
He leaned down and nipped at my neck before putting some pressure into it. I gasped and my pussy clenched.
He quirked his brow at me.
"I see what you mean."
"First lesson at Mase's Kinky Academy."
"What's the second lesson?"
He yawned and moved next to me on the bed, pulling me to his chest. "I'll let you know after a quick nap. You wore me out."
I giggled as my fingers traced the lines of one of his tattoos.
"Can't wait, Sir."
He groaned and looked down at me. "I'm not a Dom, but that doesn't mean that shit doesn't get to me."
"What?" I blinked up at him.
"The Sir thing. Doms are called Sir by their subs."
"You said Academy…" I trailed off.
His lips twitched, trying not to laugh at me. He tried real hard, but he couldn't help it.
He pulled me closer. "Oh, baby, I still have so much to teach you."
I couldn't wait.
Once again, there is no update schedule.