The Bad Boys of Summer Anthology(59)

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 backwards inside my head to calm myself. Luckily, I had gotten myself somewhat back under control before Mason made his way towards 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 dead in the eyes, I whispered. “I’ve never even had sex. I’m a virgin.”





Chapter 16

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?”