I moan as he clings my body deeper onto his, our mouths intertwined with each other as if they were one. I bring my hands up and wrap them around his neck, pulling him closer to me.

I just couldn't get enough.

His lips felt like silk against my own, his body engulfed mine with pleasure as his hands roamed all along my body, taking me in.

'I'm sure you'll be back in my bed in no time.'

The words Mason said to me come rushing back into my mind, reminding me how much of a bad idea this is. There is so much history between Mason and I; the fact that we grew up together, his cousin being my best friend, and let's not forget that I'm living with him now.

And what would happen if this got even more complicated? I would have to leave, go back home to face my mother. And what about Jessica? Natalie? They've told me countless times that Mason isn't capable of anything other than a quick fuck.

Who am I kidding? Mason will get bored of me just like all the other girls he's slept with. If I were to let my guard down and let him take control he would immediately lose interest in me and leave. How could he not?

Everything in my body draws me to this man, but the stakes are simply too high in this one.

My body stiffens against him and I manage to pull myself away from his grasp. I take a small step back creating distance between us as I try to catch my breath. He looks at me as I sever our mouths apart like I had just done something wrong.

"We can't." I say, shaking all the sexual thoughts of him out of my head.

I couldn't give in. This man hurt me, he used me to get what he wanted; it's what he always does.

His emotions confuse me, it's not simple with him and it never will be.

I can already feel myself growing attached, but what good will that do? I'm only a number on his list of women he's fucked, and that's all I'll ever be to him.

"Is this about what I said?" He questions, taking a step closer to me.

"Of course it is, Mason. You hurt me, it's all you ever do.. This was a mistake, alright." I could feel the tears in my eyes start to form and I try like hell to blink them away.

"This whole thing was a mistake." I finish, my voice unsteady. Even saying those words out loud felt like poison in my mouth.

If this really is a mistake why does it feel so good?

So right?

But I can't let myself get hurt anymore.

"Isabelle, stop." Mason demands, he places his hand against my cheek, but I force it away. I can't bear to look at him, it is all becoming too much.

"Look at me, Isabelle." He whispered, his eyes burning holes into my face.

I try to steady my shaky breath and grow grateful that I was able to control my tears before any of them started to fall.

I didn't want him to see how weak he makes me.

"Look at me and tell me you don't want this- that you don't want me." The sound of his voice starts to melt my insides.

I pause for a moment before connecting my eyes to his. His green orbs look dark, and hungry; hungry for more than what I am giving him.

"Tell me, and I'll go." He finishes and I continue to stare into him, all the words I have ever known have left my mind.

What would I say? Lie and tell him to leave? To leave me? How will I even be able to form the words?

I wish I could tell him how he makes me feel. That everytime I'm with him my body is filled with all these new unfamiliar senses- all the excitement, thrill, passion I feel is because of the man in front of me. But now when he's asking me, I feel as though I am completely incompetent on giving him an answer.

His eyes never leave mine as he waits for me to respond. My mind is racing, I have so many reasons to leave him right here right now.

But I would never do it.

"I-I..." My voice trailed off. Fuck. "...I have to go." Is the only thing that left my mouth.

He looks at me, confused by my answer. But shit, so was I.

"I uh- I have to get in the shower." I stand there, waiting for him to say something but he never does. His mouth remains tightly closed, and I feel as though I had just been punched in the gut.

"I'm sorry." I whisper, and finally tear my eyes away from him and head straight towards the bathroom.

I close the door, and lean my back against it, letting out a breath I wasn't aware I was holding in.

What have I done?

No. I did the right thing didn't I? Technically I never answered his question, but I did tell him the truth.

When it came to him I felt as though my emotions were trapped.

I turn on the shower, and strip my clothes off before placing them in the empty hamper beside me. This day has been feeling so long, and it isn't even over.

I step inside the large shower stall and my body stands right below the shower head, letting it wash away all my troubles. The hot water comforts me, but still I can't take my mind off what just happened.

I was a mess, a complete mess when it came to him.

I'm not used to feeling this way. Aiden has always been very simple, never as complex as Mason is. Besides, I am younger than him.

Maybe that's it.

Maybe Mason only likes the chase. The feeling of knowing someone so young is capable of being in his grasp. And it is true, I am.

The shower curtain is pulled back and a shriek escapes my lips. My hands instantly move to cover my body as I look to find Mason standing there outside. My mouth drops open as he instantly walks in fully clothed- shoes on and everything.

His body gets doused in water but he doesn't seem like he gives a shit.

"Mason, what are you doing in here!" I yell, the cold air from the bathroom finds its way into the shower and my body starts to shiver.

"You never said it." He says, his voice low. His head is now just above mine, right over the shower head.

"What?" I'm now starting to feel exposed standing here naked in front of him.

"You never said the words." He clarifies and I shake my head.

"Mason, I-" I'm cut off by his hands grabbing each side of my face, pulling my lips to his.

I whimpered, feeling my body slowly starting to give him all the power. I tried to fight it, but it was no use. He pushes me against the shower wall, his body blocking the water from hitting me.

My hands gripped along his biceps, using them to hold me in place. Our mouths synced together, and I can feel the water droplets that fall from his hair drop in between our lips.

He slowly releases his lips from mine, and stands there looking down on me. He was now soaking wet, not an inch of his black clothes were dry. The hair on his head flattened a bit as water started to fall from it, in front of his green eyes.

My chest rises up and down as my back continues to press against the wall. His eyes raked up and down my body and I let him. I can feel the goosebumps start to form on my skin just from his gaze on me.

My heart is thumping so hard against my chest I wouldn't be surprised if he's able to hear it.

A water droplet runs down the side of his face, and I reach my hand over and brush it away. His body stiffens from my touch, but he never fights it. I doubt he was used to girls touching him like this in such a nonsexual way. He watches as my eyes roam all around his face, admiring the man in front of me.

"You're all wet." I say, and can't help a laugh escape from my lips. He brings his thumb across the bottom of my lip, forcing my teeth off from it.

"Hey," he says as he runs his thumb over my now free bottom lip. "That's my line."

I notice a small smile play on his lips while I stand there completely starstruck. He slowly lowers his head down until his lips latch themselves onto mine once more. There was no hunger this time, it was slow and steady, and somehow it sent even bigger fireworks exploding inside my stomach.

I grip his jacket in my hands, our mouths never disconnecting as I try to undress him. I hear the plopping sound as his soaking wet jacket hits the shower floor, and continue on with the rest of his clothes.

He smiles against my lips, "Eager are we?"

"Oh, shut up." I say playfully before meeting his lips again. He helps me take off his shirt, and just as I feel lim start unbuckle his pants, I break free from the kiss.

"Oh shit, a condom."

I doubt Mason had one just sitting in his pocket- at least I hope he doesn't have one there. Even if he did, it would be drenched with water by now.

Mason thinks for a moment before speaking up.

"I'll be back." He says, and walks out of the shower before I even have time to respond. I laugh as I watch him leave a trail of water on the floor. He didn't even think to dry himself off before getting out, or at least undress.

"I mean- you're- you're dripping." I say in between laughs as Mason quickly returns, holding a condom in his hand.

It doesn't take long for him to press me up against the shower wall again. I feel a sense of submissiveness as I Mason's large body hovers over mine. But as much as I hate to admit it, I love how much he takes control.

He instantly connects his lips with mine once more as his hands rest upon each side of my face. I let out a breathy moan as his tongue slides in my mouth, ours both immediately dancing together.

We part our lips for a few moments while I help him get completely undressed. He rips the condom wrapper open and starts to slide it onto himself.

"When can I feel myself inside you, Isabelle? Being blocked from you is killing me." He whispers against my lips and I smile at his sudden confession.

I don't feel the need to tell him I'm already on birth control. I got an IUD when I turned sixteen. I'm not sure if I'm there yet for him to not wear a condom. Lord knows how many girls Mason has slept with.

I dismiss the thought from my mind and instead of answering, I press his body against mine and rejoin our lips together. He takes control, and I let him. The water falls in between us as Mason quickly lifts my left leg up before inserting himself into me.

My eyes flutter shut from his movements and I take his hair in my hands and try to dig him deeper into me.

I want to feel all of him, every last bit.

"Fuck, Isabelle." He moans against my lips. His broad shoulders and hard body help keep me balanced, as my head falls back, enjoying every minute of his touch.

I hear the bathroom door open and my body freezes, I place my hands on Mason's chest and gently push him back. He quickly retreats from my movements, and doesn't even try to hide the irritated expression on his face.

"Elle?" I hear Jessica's chirpy voice as she steps inside my bathroom. "Hey, sorry but I think I left my curling iron in here after your date with Aiden."

Mason rolls his eyes at her words, and slowly begins to walk back towards me. I place my index finger against his lips, signalling for him to be quiet. But he ignores it, instead he lowers his head into the nape of my neck and I feel his mouth start to gently leave me a trail of kisses.

Of course he would make this difficult.

"Elle, you in there?" Jessica speaks up, and I realize I still haven't said anything.

"Yeah, sorry. Just grab it." I try to say as my body ignites from his simple kisses.

He lifts his head back up and his green eyes darken into mine. Mason lifts up his hand and twirls his index finger around in the air, telling me to turn around.

What is he trying to do? This man will be the death of me.

I hesitantly oblige in his command and turn my body around. Before I can quietly ask him what he's doing, I feel him place a gentle kiss on the top of my shoulder.

"So Shawn asked me out on a date- a real date. Can you believe it? This whole time I thought we were just fucking and then he asks if he could take me to dinner."

I can hear the sound of Jessica moving in the bathroom as she goes on about Shawn. I try to listen to her words but my Mason grabs my attention by nearly slamming himself into me. I gasp from the roughness of it all and immediately place my hand over my mouth.

"Are you alright in there?" I hear her shuffle towards the shower curtain and before she can rip it open I speak up.

"Ye-Yeah I just...cut myself shaving...." My voice trails off as I bite down on my lip to keep from moaning in pleasure.

Mason lowers his head into my neck once more and I can feel him smile against my skin.

He's clearly enjoying this.

"Be careful Elle," she warns, "those things can do some serious damage. Trust me, I know."

I roll my head back onto Mason's chest as I place my hand on the shower wall, trying to keep myself in place.

"Anyways, I'll be back tonight. Don't worry, you won't have to spend the night trying to avoid Mason, I promise."

Mason slowly stops his movements for a few seconds and my body stiffens, preparing for another argument from him. 

I hold back a shriek as he slams himself into me again, only this time, harder and faster. He nearly pumps himself into me full force while trying to make it as quiet as possible. He's clearly doing this on purpose as a way to punish me.

I bite down on my lip as hard as I can and cover my mouth, but it isn't enough. My mind focuses on keeping my breath steady.

Jessica is not going to find me fucking her cousin in the shower. This will not be how this whole thing plays out, I won't let it.

"Mmm...." I quietly hum trying to hold back moans as Mason goes on, plunging himself deeper and deeper into me.

"Found it." I hear Jessica say and I mentally thank the gods. I don't know how much longer I can keep this up, I can feel myself already starting to break.

Mason turns me around, and just as I start to think it's over, his fingers join in on the movements. I feel myself about to give it up. He picks up the pace and I wrap both my arms around his torso, digging my nails into his back as I try to stifle back a moan.

My core starts to tense while my knees shake from the feeling, if Mason wasn't holding me steady I would have melted to the floor by now.

The euphoric feeling leaves my body as I let it all go- I clench my teeth together and close my eyes shut as I try not to make any noise. I'm surprised my teeth don't break from the amount of pressure I'm putting on them.

Just as I release onto him I bury my head into his chest and hold on for dear life.

"Okay, I'm out. Sorry for leaving you with him again but please try not to kill each other while I'm gone. I'll only be out a few hours." I hear Jessica say as she closes the bathroom door behind her.

Once the act was over I immediately let out a breath I was trying so hard to hold in. My head rests against his bare chest as I try to steady my breathing.

"Can't make any promises." Mason says to Jessica's words and I lift my head up to look at him only to find a smirk resting on his lips.

I playfully slap his chest, and shake my head.

"What if she heard me?" I ask him, even though I know she didn't. But that's besides the point.

Mason lowers himself a bit so he's inches away from my face.

"Let her. Let them all hear what I do to you, how I make you feel." He trails his finger alongside my arm and I debate going for round two.

"So, you avoid me, huh?" He questions, and from the look on his face I can't tell if he's being serious or not.

"You heard that?" He doesn't answer my question, just nods while his eyes remain glued to mine. A few seconds pass while Mason's fingers continue to slowly brush against my arm.

"And how's that working out for you?" His voice comes out as a whisper. I can't decipher the emotion on his face, and I wonder if Jessica's choice of words offended him.

"It isn't. Since oddly enough I can't seem to stay away." I answer as I lift my hand up and brush the side of his face, tucking back a strand of hair falling in between his forehead. My voice is so soft I wouldn't be surprised if he never heard me say them in the first place.

His hooded eyes find mine and study my face closely. We stand there for a few moments, his green orbs locked into mine as if he's searching for something behind them.

"C'mon," I say, "let's get washed up." I break the eye contact and reach for the body wash that sits on the shower caddy.

"No." Mason says, taking it away from me. "Let me."

His words surprise me, but I hide the emotions I feel and slowly nod my head to give them the approval he needs.

I try not to stare at his body while he squeezes the body wash out onto my loofa, and begins gently rubbing it along my skin. I stand there a bit taken back by what he's doing, such a gentle gesture makes me feel so overwhelmed with all these unrecognizable emotions I've felt towards him.

He circles the loofa from my chest, down and I try not to laugh as he lingers longer than he should on my breasts.

Once he's finished washing my entire body I reach over and slowly take the loofa from him, wanting to do the same.

He looks unsure at first, but never says anything so I go on. I leave small kisses along his chest and as I make my way down I stop towards him. I slowly go down on my knees and stare up at him through my long eyelashes. His eyebrow moves up as he wonders where I'm going with this. But he quickly gets the point as I take the condom off him, and replace it with my mouth.

I take his length into me, and try to go down as deep as I can. I've never done this before, but how hard can it be? I look up again at him as I move my head up and down and Mason sucks in a harsh breath, his blazing green eyes staring at me from above.

"Shit, Isabelle. Your mouth feels so fucking good around me." His chest starts to rise and fall more rapidly, and before I can even think about it I wrap my hand around it while continuing to please him.

I can't hide the look on my face as Mason releases himself into my mouth. It's weird to imagine that I was able to make him feel as good as he makes me feel. I could get used to the view from below, the way his lips form into a thin line, how his legs start to tense, his chest rising from his unsteady breaths- it was quite a scene.

He takes my small hand in his and brings me back up towards him.

"I may need to wash you again." He said, leaning into me, "You're a dirty girl."

I bit down on my lip and Mason quickly used his thumb to take it out.

"Don't do that. Or else I'll have no choice but to fuck you again against the wall." His dirty words send a shiver down my spine and I lean in closer to him, standing on my tiptoes to reach his ear.

"Is that a promise?" I whisper and I could feel him smile against me.

We continued to wash ourselves in the shower for a bit. I shampooed my hair but Mason insisted on conditioning it so I let him. It felt so strange to see Mason this way. It seems like he's finally letting his wall down a bit- piece by piece.

Since Mason washed my hair I got to return the favor, he had to bend down for me to reach his head and it took forever since he kept playing with my nipples.

I wanted to stay in there forever with him, just enclosed in the shower curtain hiding away from the rest of the world. I could spend hours just fucking him, washing him, laughing with him. It was a moment I didn't want to go away.

I thought what happened between Mason and I was a one- or a couple timed thing.

It was so much easier to hate him when he was being an ass, but after today, I knew I was completely, absolutely and downright fucked. 

A.N.

It's so hard to hate Mason when he does shit like this.

Anyways, posting another chapter later today! Be sure to vote & comment! 

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