Ashes Revenge ✔️

Chapter 18: Wild

Scarlett

I haven't talked to Mason about my little talk with Emanuel from yesterday. He's been busy all day. So I'm heading now, at 12am to his bedroom.

Maybe just not because of that. My period is over, so if one thing leads to another, I won't complain.

Entering it I see him on the window, with only grey sweatpants. Grinning, I flop my back on his comfortable mattress. "Hi."

"Kitten." He smirks going on top off me, his tattooed arms supporting his weight on each side of my head.

He's right where I want him to.

"Mason." I smirk back leaning a bit forward, making him lean his head down to mine. His messy hair brushes my forehead, noses touching and our lips are inches from each other.

I look at his eyes and lips, and after a while I understand that he won't make a move to start it.

I never started our heated kisses, it's always him. But I really want to. It's been four days, I want him inside of me.

Woah Scarlett, wild.

"Can I kiss you?" I whisper to him, intensely keeping the eye contact and he nods. I move my head forward connecting our lips.

My hands wrap around his neck, pushing him closer as he runs his hand through the side of my waist, the other still supporting him. He groans when I bite his lip, and slip my tongue on his mouth, we fight for dominance, but I Mason wins it eventually. As always.

I moan when he cups my breast, teasing my already hard nipple. He sucks on my lip before planting kisses on my jaw and neck. He kisses my soft spot making me moan again. Mason bites and suck on it for a while, making me a moaning mess, and a hickey.

If I wasn't so caught up I would complain.

I tug on his hair to bring his mouth back on mine, and give it a peck before kissing is jaw. My legs wrap around his torso and I go to kiss his soft spot on his neck. "Stop." He whispers and I stop immediately, letting my grip on him loosen.

He grabs my legs putting them around his torso again, and brushes a hair out off my face. "We'll keep doing that if we can go until the end."

I smirk at him, and thrust my hips feeling his already hardening dick,making him close his eyes holding his breath. I grabs his face gently and continue my work on his neck, bitting on it, he groans.

I tug on his shirt, and in a swift move he takes it, I take my own, arching my back for him to take my bra.

He kisses my chest, breasts and trails it down my stomach. Tugging at the waistband of my shorts he looks at me and I nod, giving him permition.

He slides them along with my panties and I chuckle. "Someone's eager."

"It's been four days, do you know how many cold showers I had because of you?" he says husky, and before I can respond, he rubs my clit.

I bit my lips at the sensation.

He licks it, making me arch my back and let out a low moan. "You're fucking wet." He grumbles, the vibrations making me squirm, moaning. He licks continuously on my wet core making me squirm underneath his mouth, and he grips my hips, locking eyes as he eats me out.

Suddenly he stops his tongue work on me and I whimper. He goes up, and winks at me smirking, before grabbing the box of condoms.

Mason strips out off his pants and boxers, rolling the condom on his throbbing dick.

He looks at me while he enters me slowly, making me gasp.

Again, it's huge.

He starts to thrust slowly, rubbing his thumb on my clit, sending waves a pleasure through all my body. "Mason." I moan, bitting my lips. He starts to thrust faster, still teasing my clit, and when I clench around him, he goes back to a slow pace.

I whimper, thrusting my hips. He just chuckles. "That's for the yogurt."

Digging my nails on his back when his thrusts go back to being hard, deep and fast, I sink my head lower on the mattress, his heavy breaths and groans filling my ears.

"Oh God." I moan louder when he takes it all and slams on me again, making my nails dig deeper on his skin, he groans kissing me, hard.

Soon  I find myself building up the pressure on my lower stomach.

"Faster." I pant on his ear, making him grunt slamming onto me so fast, that I'm scared his headboard peels off of the wall. "Fuck." He groans, his hands pinning mine above my head. My eyes roll to the back of my head when he rolls his hips, hitting my g spot.

This is just too much.

I clench around him, making him grunt, slamming deeper and soon I scream his name, finding my release.

His face falls to the crock of my neck our breaths both hard. With a last deep slam his grip on my wrists looses, and he falls gently above me.
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Three rounds later, we're both panting, him still inside of me, his head on my shoulder.

He pulls out slowly still making me whimper at the loss of contact.

"I would... go again... but I ran out of condoms." He says panting, and a breathy chuckle leaves my mouth.

"I bought the yogurts, not buying that." he snorts and leans to kiss me. I kiss him back, my hands running through his sex messy hair.

Feeling his buddy down there beginning to get excited, I pull away, looking at his deep brown eyes.

"No condoms." I remember him and he groans flopping his head on my shoulder and his arm around my stomach, I slowly trace his tattoos.

They're beautiful.

"You should use the pill." He mumbles.

I am on it. I just don't want to get pregnant. Just one pill wouldn't be doing nothing with the rounds we do.

"We fuck too much for a pill Mason." I chuckle making him join me. "You're addictive." He mumbles against the skin of my shoulder, making heat rush to my cheeks for a unknown reason.

I think....

After a while of silence, he kisses my shoulder getting up. "I'm going for another cold shower." He grumbles and I laugh seeing his still mid excited friend.

"Go. I'll head to my bedroom." He nods at me, entering the bathroom, and I dress my clothes going to take my own shower.

With all of that, I forgot to tell him about Emanuel.