Sin For Me

Chapter 9 ☑️

Megan

The rain had yet to let up since our departure from my apartment. It was comforting to my anima, and surprisingly welcome—I had always despised rainy weather. It had always provoked a feeling of dread and unfortunate events yet to come within me.

Its' abiding force upon the windshield paved way for my dubious thoughts about Mason, as I lay my head upon the window and let my mind wander on the car ride back. He was a rather intriguing man, comprised of mystery and secrets that I hoped to disclose soon.

More so, Mason's extensive security measures puzzled me a bit, as we pulled through the gated fence, where he imputed some sort of code. The comforting feeling I felt during the duration of my initial stay returned, and I sighed in relief. I felt truly safe here, from the impending danger that lurked abroad. Behind the mysterious fences that engulfed his dwelling.

The car came to a sudden halt and Mason hurriedly ran to the passenger side where I sat. He firmly grasped my body, lifting me effortlessly into his warm, strong arms. I encircled my free arm around his neck, nuzzling my face among his chest, as the rain mercifully splattered against the remainder of my frigid body.

The smell of his cologne was intoxicating, yet somewhat familiar. The memory of where and why exactly was rather vague in my mind at the moment, as I embraced the intimacy of his body flushed with mine.

He quickly fidgeted with the vast set of keys and finally unlocked the door as we swiftly slid in from the downpour outside.

He gasped whilst leaning against the door, panting. Raindrops dripped from his soaked hair and shirt, onto my face, but yet he still held me close not putting me down.

I glimpsed up from my safe spot in his chest, gazing directly into his blue eyes. They were glossy and full of want, and pierced back into mine. Maybe it was the adrenaline.

It felt as if time stood still as he held me close, soaking wet from the rain, gazing into my eyes and I into his.

Inevitably, there was undeniable chemistry amongst us. It was incredibly difficult to control my thoughts and urges when he was this close—our bodies flushed amongst one another, and the desire embedded within his blissful eyes. I craved him badly and his eyes posed pure hunger. Hunger for me. Why was he fighting this? Why was I?

Without further consideration, I did the unthinkable—I kissed a stranger.

I drew his face towards mine, captivating him into a profound kiss, and yet he didn't resist.

In return, he forcefully grasped my neck, deepening the kiss. He devoured my lips, gliding his tongue down to my neck and clavicle, leaving light nibbles along its' crevices.

I moaned mercifully into his mouth as he moved his tongue back to my swollen lips. I wanted more. I needed more. I needed him, and I was aroused.

But, the passion engulfed by his kiss vaporized too soon as he abruptly pulled away. I was left speechless, and panting. And wanting.

The air hung awkwardly around us, as he lightly placed me down on his sofa, as if nothing had just happened.

Is he seriously just going to stop after THAT? Was there something wrong with me? Was he gay? I screamed vigorously within my head. It was blatantly obvious of his arousal, as the huge visible bulge in his sweatpants stood noticeably erect. So why did he turn away from the inevitable?

He awkwardly turned away from me, and faced the door.

"I'll go fetch your things from the car. Feel free to make yourself at home.

And I'll give you a proper tour soon," he uttered softly.

What the hell just happened? I questioned as Mason nonchalantly walked out the door without glancing back, and into the dense downpour outside.