I licked and sucked at his skin, tasting every part of him I could until I felt it.
That rubber band snapping behind my hips.
"Yes! Yes! Mason! Yes!"
"Come for me, Sarah. Come on my cock."
I felt my juices pour out of me as my orgasm rendered me silent. My entire body pulled taut as my jaw unhinged. My eyes rolled into the back of my head as my pussy quaked around his cock, forcing Mason deeper into my body. He pressed himself into me, his lips kissing every single millimeter of my skin he could catch as his cock shot hot streams of come into my body.
By the time we were done, our mixture was dripping down his balls.
I collapsed into him, and he caught me without a second thought. He stroked my hair as he laid me down on my bed, covering me with my covers as he laid down beside me. I could feel his strong, broad chest pressing into my back, heaving for the same sex-tainted air I was as my eyes fluttered closed. He pulled my hair back from my shoulder and kissed it, right in the spot he'd marked the last time we were together.
The spot still shone with its black and red marks, and I could feel him grinning into my skin.
My breathing settled out, and I could feel sleep overcoming me. Part of me wondered if he would stay, and part of me was shocked at the fact that I wanted him to. I heaved a sigh of relief, feeling the relaxation cascade over my body. I turned to hold him. To pull him closer and paint his chest with kisses.
I wanted him to know that I understood his plights and appreciated the attention he showered onto me during this second date.
But when I rolled over and expected to hit him, all I got was a warm, empty bed. I leaned up and looked for him, pulling the comforter from the bed and wrapping it around my body.
"Mason?" I called out. "Mason? Where are you?"
Then, just as I went to go check the main room, I heard the front door of my apartment shut closed.
Mason had left.
Without a word.
Chapter 12
Mason
Oh, her body was sweet like honey last night. And she got a taste of her own medicine. A perfect date. A good romp. And then the person she gave herself to leaving without a word. She might've had the perfect date, but I had the perfect closing argument. Even though I left without another thought given to the situation, we all knew who had the last word.
Me.
I'd had the last word in that exchange last night.
And I knew if I left it like that, left it like she left things the first time between us, that it would get her out of my mind. She'd call, I wouldn't pick up, she'd call a few more times, and I'd simply smile at how she wanted me and craved me, how she couldn't stand the fact that I'd just left her like that.
I'd finally have the likes of Sarah Williams in my pool of women to draw from whenever I was lonely or back in the area.
But she was still on my mind. Even though I took a hot shower when I got home and washed her from my skin, I still woke up with her scent underneath my nostrils. I hopped back into the shower and scrubbed myself down, using my exfoliating facial scrub to annihilate my body. I wanted to erase every single trace of her. I wanted to get rid of the events that led me up to this point.
And still, her memory and her scent fluttered around my body.
It was like she was still fucking there, taunting me with those beautiful thighs. Her perfect plump lips still burned the side of my neck as I closed my eyes, reveling in how wonderful her sighs and groans felt in the crook of my neck. I hadn't even had my coffee this morning and already my mind was swirling with disgustingly terrible thoughts of her. Thoughts of hanging her off a balcony while I devoured her pussy. Thoughts of tying her to my headboard so I could part those thighs whenever I wanted.
I stepped right out of the shower and into my personal steam room, hoping to cleanse my body of her once and for all.
But all I could think about was driving my cock into her body while the steam swirled all around us.
Finally, after three hours of walking around with a massive hard-on and her smile at the forefront of my memory, I picked up my phone and called her. Even if I didn't understand what the fuck was going on, there was something about her my body wanted more of, and I was never one to deny my body what it wanted.
"Hello?" she asked.
"Sarah. It's me."
"Mason? I'm sorry, I can't honestly say I recognize your voice," she said. "You left so silently last night."
"I could say the same about you the first night we were together."
"You have a fair point," she said.
"Listen, I was wondering if you were doing anything for lunch today."
"You mean besides working?" she asked.
"Yeah. Besides that."
"Then nothing, if working doesn't count."
"What if I came by the studio and picked you up? Say, around twelve thirty? Would you be free then to grab lunch for an hour or so?" I asked.
"I guess. I won't go on until three, and I won't need to start prepping myself until two."
"Perfect. I'll call you when I'm outside. See you then."
"See you soon," she said.
At twelve thirty, I was parked outside of her studio. Even though I still didn't understand why in the world I was doing this, I couldn't wait to see her. I shot her a message letting her know I was out here, and a massive smile crossed my face as I saw her dump out of the studio building. She moved with the type of grace that couldn't be taught or fabricated. Her thick body swayed side to side with each step she took, and I had to take deep breaths in order to keep myself under control. She opened the car door and slid in, but made no move to look at me.
"Anything you'd like to eat in particular?" I asked.
"Something out of town," was all she gave me.
I drove us just beyond the Dallas city limits before I stopped at a barbecue joint. It wasn't fancy, and it wasn't upscale, but it was the best I could do in the time crunch we had. She didn't allow me to open any doors for her nor did she bring her gaze to meet mine. Everything about her screamed the fact that she was angry at me for last night, but all that amounted to was a bunch of hypocritical bullshit.
We both got in the punches we felt we deserved, and now it was time to act like adults.
Specifically, it was time to figure out why my fucking brain couldn't toss her to the curb.
"How'd you sleep last night?" I asked.
"Fine," she said.
"Would it help if I told you I was sorry?" I asked.
"No," she said.
"Are you going to be like this all through lunch?"
"Maybe."
"Would it help if I told you I woke up with you on my mind?"
She slowly panned her gaze over to me, and I could tell I had her attention.
"You what?" she asked.
"Yeah. Don't worry, it shocked me, too."
"Thanks," she said flatly.
"Not like that. Quit taking everything so personal. You're better than that."
"Check, please," she said.
"Okay, okay, okay. Look, I just want to get to know you a little better, is that so wrong?"
"You could've done that last night. Would've made for some nice pillow talk," she said.
"Well, we can't go back to last night. We've only got right now. So, can we just toss the first two dates and start right here?" I asked.
She looked at me like I'd grown a third head. Like I'd just sprouted two fucking heads beside my own, and she was still trying to decipher what was happening. And I had to admit, I was just as taken aback, but we both couldn't look like flabbergasted idiots in the same restaurant.
"Sure. I'll bite," she said.
"Wonderful. So, tell me a bit about yourself. What's your favorite color?" I asked.
"Orange," she said.
"Mine's chrome."
"Chrome isn't a color. It's a metallic element," she said.
"Then silver," I said. "Silver's my favorite color."
"Technically, it's metallic gray," she said.
"Seriously?" I asked.
"You feel that feeling inside you right now? That gnawing, annoyed sensation that's eating at your gut?"
"The one that's telling me to flip this fucking table on top of you right now?" I asked.
"Yep. I fucked you the first time with that same feeling," she said.
Now she was the one that had my attention.
"Can I ask why?"
"Because I viewed you as every other man. Every other cheating, lying, disgusting man that ever crossed my path. No man has ever treated me with the respect I deserved, so I figured giving you a fun run for your money before leaving you in your most vulnerable state would somehow vindicate me because of all the hurt men have bestowed upon me."
That actually made a hell of a lot of sense.
"Did it work?" I asked. "Did you feel vindicated?"
"For about an hour. Then I got home, got undressed, crawled into bed, and still cried myself to sleep."