𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐎𝐍 𝐌𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓 • 𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬

can we talk? bonus

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The elevator doors opened and you and Mason walked out kissing, laughing while you didn't know whether to look for his room or continue kissing. You heard a man walk past you and complain, but you and Mason just laughed as Mason tried to pull your dress up.

"Find the fucking room." You told Mason as you kissed his neck, but Mason couldn't concentrate and he could barely remember the room number because you in front of him was much more interesting than anything else and he couldn't take his eyes and hands off you.

You felt the door opener in Mason's pocket and pulled it out, trying to read the numbers even though your vision was blurry from the drink.

"1919." You mumbled the number, and then Mason pointed to the direction where it was, but he didn't want to be away from you for a minute.

You pushed Mason and grabbed his hand, pulling him in the direction he pointed, and you couldn't help but laugh when Mason hugged you from behind or tickled you, and probably the other guests would complain about the noise in the hallway, but you couldn't care less.

You finally managed to get into the room, and even with Mason trying to kiss you everywhere, you couldn't stop laughing because of the tickling, and you were comfortable, it had been a long time since you felt this way with a guy.

"It's a very beautiful room." You admired the room, because it was much larger than a regular hotel room. 

You and Mason met a few hours ago at a club, you went out to celebrate a friend's birthday and Mason was also there with his friends celebrating. Of course you noticed his eyes on you the whole time, and Mason was handsome and charming, you loved being the woman he noticed. 

"Yes, the company paid." He winked and smiled, and you turned to him once more, running your fingers down his arms and breathing in his scent. "Do you want something to drink?"

"What do you have?" Mason pulled you over to the minibar and opened it, showing you the options. 

"Wine, for sure."

Five minutes later the two of you were lying in bed drinking wine straight from the bottle while talking. Mason was very funny and you discovered that since he started talking to you, because he made you laugh all the time, so it was no surprise when you kissed him, anyone would fall for his charms.

"I swear, my best friend has dated two men named Thomas, there was no way she could get the names mixed up." Mason's loud laugh made you laugh, because you were talking nonsense and yet it was a great conversation. "This is not possible, how can she fall in love with a guy with her ex's name?"

"Candy doesn't care about it, but I think it is strange, I always remember Thomas number 1." 

Mason was wearing only his suit pants and a tie around his neck, and you had taken off your tights and shoes, you were only wearing your skirt and your top. Of course Mason ran his hands over your legs the whole time, he was completely addicted to your soft legs. 

"I have a friend named Nathan, he's dated girls with the weirdest names possible." Mason murmured and brought his lips to your thighs, leaving kisses as he slowly pulled your skirt up.

"I bet you've dated a lot of girls too, there's no way to resist that pretty smile and your jokes..." You felt Mason chuckle against your skin, and you sighed as Mason got on top of you, running his fingertips down your body and sending goosebumps all over your skin. "And those pretty eyes."