The Bad Boys of Summer Anthology(58)

“Hey Rat boy, what’s up? Everything okay out there?” I cringed at the nickname.

“Yeah, yeah. Everything is fine. It’s pretty crowded but things appear to be running smoothly,” Mason answered and then looked down at me. “Marcus, this is Scarlett. Scarlett, this is my brother, Marcus,” he said and then paused for a moment so that we could both say hello to one another. “We are going to chill in the suite for a bit until I have to go back on, in case anyone is looking for me.” Marcus lifted his eyebrow in question at Mason, then he looked over at me and shrugged his shoulders.

“I’ll text you when you’re thirty minutes out,” Marcus answered and returned his attention to the computer.

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.

he 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 towards 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 gage 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 much 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.