Guilty As Sin (On Hold)

Chapter 4

As the night went on, I had a few more drinks, as did Mason. I got really buzzed and knew if I drove home I would die, so I mentioned to Mason that I stay the night. He never said no, but didn't give me a full answer either. I was dancing around in his living room, while he played on his guitar. He was showing off, which I thought was cute.

Just as I sat down next to him, Mitchel walked in the room. He was looking for something, but stopped to stare at me a couple of times. That damn devilish grin on his face again. I swear Mitchel only came in the room because I was there. Looking for something was just an excuse, at least I thought so.

I excused myself a few minutes to go pee. I made my way down the hall, and into the bathroom. I did my thing, and then walked out. I tripped on my way down the hall this time. More buzzed that I had thought I was.

"Tori Annette Grey!" I heard Mitchel call out to me.

"What do you want?" I said, turning around to face him. Mitchel looked me up and down.

"Still wearing those seductive outfits I see. Are you still the bad girl I once knew?"

I could hear the teasing tone in his voice. Mitchel was getting on my last nerve, and I wasn't in the mood for his shit. I flipped him off and went back in the living room where Mason was. Mason was putting his guitar away, and didn't see me walk in the room.

"Don't think for one second you can walk away from me, Tori," I heard Mitchel speak from the door way.

"Leave her alone, Mitchel!"

"Mason, you have no idea what you are getting yourself into. She's fucking guilty as sin, and she knows it. What we had was better than anything you two will ever have," Mitchel said walking away.

Mason just shook his head, I guess trying to ignore Mitchel. I on the other hand wanted to kill Mitchel. That was his saying for me, and I never wanted anyone to ever hear him say it. The one thing I really didn't want were the memories to come back. I won't say what I had with Mitchel was a mistake, because I actually loved what we had. I just wanted a bit more than he did from our relationship.

Somewhere deep down, I kinda wanted Mitchel back, but it's been three years now and I was ready for a real deep meaningful relationship. I can tell Mitchel was still the same old Mitchel I knew when we had our thing. It was kinda like fuck buddies, but at times he would call me his girlfriend. I never really did know what Mitchel wanted from me, besides sex.

Mason walked passed me, going down the hall. I heard him shut the bathroom door seconds later. I sat on the couch, and fiddled with my phone waiting for Mason to walk back in the room. I looked up from my phone a few minutes later, and saw Mason standing in the door way.

"You just gonna stand there staring at me?" I asked Mason.

"Sorry, just thinking."

"What about, if you don't mind me asking?"

"What Mitchel said. What the fuck did he mean by guilty as sin?"

"Short version, that was his saying for me. He would call me guilty as sin, because of the things we use to do when we were together."

"Oh!"

"I won't lie to you, I use to be a bad chick Mason! I've changed as I got older, and I'd like to have a more meaningful relationship. I like what we have started."

"I like it too, but Mitchel needs to butt the fuck out."

"Well said, now come here," I said flirty smiling at Mason.

Mason walked over to me, and I tugged on his shirt, pulling him as close to me as possible. I knew the alcohol was starting to entice my actions, but I didn't give a fuck anymore. I slipped my hand up under his shirt, and rubbed his chest. I bit my lip, as I played with his chest hair a bit, before tracing my fingers down to the edge of his waist band.

"Guilty as sin!" I could hear Mitchel scream as he poked his head back in the room.

Mason grabbed my hand, and led me up to his room. He locked the door behind me, as we walked in. I eyed his king size bed. He's got a great sense of style. I walked over to the bed, and sat down. Mason walked over to me, and I pulled him down on the bed. I lick my lips, as I straddle him. I was ready to go as far as Mason would let me. Again I could feel the alcohol taking over me.

Mason put his hands on my hips, and I rocked back and forth on him, just to be a tease. That was something I liked to do. Mason's eyes grew wide, as I flashed what I had under my skirt at him. I guess I still had a little bit of the old bad girl in me. Maybe that side of me will never leave. I liked being bad to be honest.

I started moving to an invisible beat in my head, practically giving Mason a lap dance as he laid there. Mason bit his lip as he slipped a hand between my legs. I smirked at him, pushing his hand away. I wasn't ready for him to touch me like that just yet. I crawled off of him, and moved to the floor. I stood there staring at Mason.

"How far do you want this to go?" I asked him.

"However far you are willing to take it."

That gave me an unlimited number of possibilities. I decided to let my inner bad girl out, and so did the alcohol. I pulled my phone out of my pocket, and searched it for some music I had on it. She's Got Skillz by All-4-One started playing, and I started dancing as I threw my phone on Mason's bed.

Mason got up off the bed, and I pulled him next to me. I turned around, and started to grind my ass aginst his dick. I was grinding to the beat of the song, as Mason reached around me, to unbutton my shirt. He started with the bottom, going up. I felt the heat rising between us, which was turning me on.

Seconds later I was out of my shirt, and still grinding my ass into Mason. I think he liked it, because he was moving in perfect rhythm with me. I could now feel Mason's lips on my neck, and I moaned. It felt so good what he was doing. I wanted to fuck him so bad, but I still wanted to be a tease.

I turned around when the song was over, and dry humped Mason. He took his shirt off, and watched as I unbuttoned his pants. I unzipped and pulled them off him seconds later. He kicked his pants across the room, as I unhooked my bra. I could see the the excitment growning in his eyes, as well as his boxers.

I slide my skirt and panties off, as I let Mason have a peek at what I've got. I wanted it rough, and I wanted it right now. Mason had something else in mind. He pulled his boxers off, and pushed me all the way back into the wall. I let my bra fall to the floor, as Mason started to explore my body. First with his fingers, then his tongue. Boy did he have some bad ass skills of his own.