Lexi
The friends we have as children shape us. Some of them we keep forever, some of them we lose along the way... but all of them leave something behind... or in his case, take something as they leave.
Mason Jennings held my heart in his hands at...
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I walk purposefully back over to Mason, not giving him a second to speak before my mouth crashes onto his with a burning passion I thought only existed in books.
This time I'm the one who pulls back, leaving him breathless.
"I don't need perfect." I say, shaking my head. "I just want you." I giggle, giddy on the thoughts of what might be about to happen, "For as long and as many times as you'll have me"
Mason searches my face, probably trying to find a hint of hesitation - a sign that I'm forcing myself into this. But there's nothing to find. I'm nervous as hell, sure, but only because of how badly I want this.
"Are you sure?" He asks and my heart does a little backflip at the care in his voice and the soothing way he's stroking my arms, "There's no rush Lexi."
"I'm sure." I say, kissing him enthusiastically.
Mason grins against my mouth, breaking the connection to show me the pure, unfiltered joy and heat in his expression.
"You have no idea how badly I want you Lexi."
I make a bold move and cup him through his jeans, feeling him pressing against the zipper already. Mason's breath hitches and I slowly palm the area.
"I'd say I could take a pretty good guess." I jest.
Mason bends down sharply, wrapping his hands underneath my thighs and hoisting me up so my legs have no choice but to wrap around his waist until I'm completely suspended in his arms.
He looks up at me and smirks, "By the time I'm finished with you Princess, you won't have to guess."
Jesus, Mary and Joseph, pray for me.
Mason walks forward a few spaces and turns to the left. He kneels on the edge of his bed and leans forwards until my back hits the mattress.
He reaches back with one hand and taps my ankles, "Unhook them babe."
I frown in response, tightening my grip. I happen to quite like where they are right now.
Mason quirks an eyebrow and leans further up my body, diving into the space between my head and shoulder. His kisses start gentle but he goes to town when he find the sweet spot on my neck that makes me moan out loud. He sucks on the skin until it's almost painful, swiping his tongue across it afterwards to remove the ache.
I'm so distracted that I'm taken by surprise when he bites the lobe of my ear.
"What the-" I start to protest but Mason grasps my jaw in his right hand to interrupt me, his eyes burning into mine.
"Don't be a brat." he snaps, "Unhook. Your. Ankles."
Holy fuck I'mdripping.
I do as I'm told and unhook my ankles, planting them on the bed either side of Mason.
