If You Could Only See

Chapter 15

Shane~

My eyes fluttered open, and all I wanted to do was close them again and sleep the entire day away. I could feel soreness radiating all over my body, and even my toes hurt. Mason hadn't been kidding when he'd told me that, by the time that he was done with me, I'd be a ruined mess and feel nothing but pain.

Sweet Jesus, what a way to be ruined, though.

After the initial excruciating pain of his invasion, the rest of the night had been nothing but unimaginable pleasure. Mason had pleasured me in ways that had never crossed my mind whenever I'd thought about sex. He'd also kept true to his word, and by the time that he finally let up on me, the sun had been coming up, and he had kissed and licked every inch of my skin. His possession of me had been a constant shock to my system all night long, and he'd also had no regard for my modesty. He hadn't given me any time to get comfortable around him or with the things that we'd been doing. Mason had gone for it all, and I hadn't protested once.

After our first time, we had showered, and I would never be able to forget the look on his face as he had washed my virginity's blood off his dick. He had looked like he'd wanted to leave it there, and I wouldn't have been surprised if he had snapped a picture of his blood-covered dick, then used it has his phone's screen saver; that's how forlorn he'd looked as he had washed me away. Little had I known that would not be the only shower of the night, either.

Once we'd gotten clean, Mason had pushed me to my knees, then had talked me through my very first blow job, and he hadn't been polite about it at all. He'd been very vocal about how he felt in my mouth, and by the time he had cum, I'd felt as if I'd been pleasuring him for years. I would also never forget how turned on I'd gotten when he had pushed my face back, then uttered the most filthiest things as he came on my face.

After washing my face clean, Mason had carried me back to the bed where he had licked and teased my center again before making me straddle him and ride his cock. Mason had never given me a chance to be embarrassed or let my bones settle in apprehension. He'd been a fury of uncontrolled craving, from missionary to ramming into me from behind. He'd taken me four times last night, and each time had felt better than the time before. I had finally passed out around three, and a small part of me wished that I'd had the stamina to stay up longer.

Finally, making the decision that I couldn't stay in bed all day long, I sat up, and cursing my aches and pains once again, I noticed that there wasn't any evidence of Mason anywhere.

He'd left.

He'd freakin' left me.

The swift kick of abandonment immediately paralyzed my mind. I felt bereft. However, before I could cry, panic, rage, or throw myself out the window in a four-story drop, Mason came walking through the bedroom door, fully clothed, and looking like he'd been awake for hours. He also took one look at my face and knew that something was wrong.

Rushing over, he sat down next to me. "What's wrong, baby? Are you...did I...are you hurt?"

I shook my head, and even though my eyes were dry, you could hear the brokenness in my voice. "I...I thought you left me," I admitted shamefully.

However, instead of tender sympathy, Mason smirked as he said, "That's pretty stupid, considering how obsessed I am with you." I just stared at him, at a loss for how to respond to that. He sighed, then placed a hand on my thigh over the sheet. "I do have to go, though. I texted Aiden, and he should be here any minute. I was just coming in here to kiss you goodbye."

My brain started working again, now that I was no longer feeling rejected. "You can't kiss me, Mason. I have morning breath," I pointed out, completely mortified.