"I'll keep you my dirty little secret"

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 My entire body stills as realization hits that the man who assisted in removing the cock ring I so pathetically put on my wrist is now standing right in front of me. Recognition immediately makes its way onto his face, and my mind reels with all the different scenarios this could play out.

He doesn't look so surprised to see me, only... intrigued.

I'm almost positive that his pupils aren't as blown out as mine. His face is the same even color whereas mine I bet is as red as an apple, and those lips on his mouth remain still, except for the small smirk that grows with each second that passes, while my lips are parted in both surprise and shock.

Maybe he doesn't remember me.

"You again." He speaks, his body a couple inches from mine and I take a tiny, not-so-noticeable step back to keep some distance between us.

Fuck

I don't have time to think of some lame response before Corey's voice breaks the awkward silence from behind Jaime, "You two know each other?"

I snap myself out of all my pessimistic thoughts, visually seeing that all eyes are on me now. I shouldn't assume that Jaime wouldn't tell everyone where he knows me from, I'm sure he has no idea that everyone in this room doesn't obtain the knowledge of whatever Mason and I are doing.

He's a stranger, one who came face to face with Mason's unwarranted jealousy from a simple kind gesture towards me.

All the unspoken words I could have in response to Corey's question completely obliterates in my mind within an instant. I could lie, dismiss any thought of Jaime and I ever seeing each other but then the man himself could counteract my dishonesty. Or, I could answer with the truth and be faced to answer the one dreaded question which will only result in a million more being thrown my way.

Seconds pass, Corey's facial expression growing confused over my hesitation only brings my nerves aflame even more. I can feel Jaime's eyes flick from Corey's to my own, the sight of him in my peripheral vision slowly nodding my head makes me wonder if he understands my delay.

"Small world, huh?" I hear him answer for me, and my tense muscles relax, gaze shifting towards him to zero in on the innocent smile plastered on his lips for Corey right in front of us.

The end of Corey's lips lift upwards, seeming pleased by the fact that his two friends already know of one another before walking out the kitchen, leaving Jaime and I alone once again.

I let out a relieved sign, watching as he shifts his body towards me, "Thank you."

His brows knit together for a split second before relaxing, "You don't need to thank me. I assume your boyfriend doesn't take kindly to people knowing his business."

My heart beats a little faster for about a second or two in hearing someone refer to Mason as my boyfriend but I simply move past it. I wish my heart could get on the same page as my head when it comes to the terms of what Mason and I are to each other.

Yes, Mason West is the man who clouds almost every single one of my thoughts, who can make the center of my thighs clench with so much as a faint smile appearing on those lips of his. Yes, he may be the one thing I look forward to seeing everyday, the one person who makes my insides feel on fire, and the one person who makes everything feel so right even when all else in my life is going wrong. Sure, he may brush my hair after sex, and offer to curl it just to make sure I'm ready on time, yes he holds me in his arms for longer than needed every time I'm about to leave him. He may always make sure to give me more than one kiss when saying goodbye, and yes he does enjoy marking my neck with hickies so everyone knows I'm his, but he is not my boyfriend.

The painful reality of it all doesn't sting even less the more time's it hits.

Mason doesn't date, Mason doesn't date, Mason doesn-

"He's not my boyfriend." I tell him, ignoring the ache in my chest as the words tortuously slip from my mouth.

It's true, he's not my boyfriend. But he is the only one I'm currently seeing and I have no problem with that, because as distressing as it is to admit he's the only one I want.

I catch Jaime's gaze flick lower, and after realizing he must be looking at my neck, I reposition my hair in place to hide the newly added hickey I'd been given this morning.

I know he didn't like the idea of Jaime touching me in the store, -even if his fingers were just lightly brushing against my wrists to help me get the ring off- that was his own possessiveness speaking. But as I stand here, terminating whatever thoughts Jaime may or may not have had on my 'relationship' with Mason, I realize he doesn't really seem fazed by it. Not like someone who is interested in pursuing me would be, in fact, he doesn't seem bothered by the information at all and it only calms my nerves even more.

"Either way, how you spend your time isn't any of my business." His head motions toward the living room where everyone else is currently in, "Or there's."

A small smile forms on my lips, "Another perk of the job? Witnessing everyone's dirtiest little secrets firsthand?"

He shrugs, "More or less."

There's a small, low laugh that escapes my mouth and the smirk on his lips only deepens. I can only imagine everything he's seen while working at a sex shop, from what he told me the first time we met I can assume that it must be quite entertaining.

"Is that how you met Corey?"

"I think he thought that me becoming a friend of his would earn him a discount of some sort." His body leans in a bit closer so he's able to whisper the next few words, "Haven't had the heart to break the bad news yet."

The mere thought of that ever happening is something I know I would love to see. It isn't a surprise that Corey would ever go into a store like that,-if anything it makes sense- but still I can't help but wonder who he was buying those items for. For a brief moment I mentally question if Jaime would know, but he was right when he said that how people spend their time isn't anything other people should be informed about. It surely isn't any of my business, honestly I don't mind being spared the details, but one thing I would love to see is him being told that no matter the friendship Corey would still have to pay full price.

"May I watch when that happens?"

He thinks for a moment, "Only if you give me your name. I rather not refer to you as the 'cock ring girl' in front of your friends."

Oh God that would be some story to tell

"Isabelle." I tell him, noticing how he doesn't waste any time to extend his hand out for me to take as a form of introduction, even if the two of us are past that point already.

"Jaime." He says as if I don't already know it, and I put my hand in his for a moment, giving it a little shake. His eyes suddenly flick to something behind me right as our hands are released from each other, "You know, I hate to be the bearer of bad news but that not-so-boyfriend of yours doesn't seem too happy to see me."

Confusion laces my features as I follow his gaze, the open concept kitchen we currently stand in is only separated from the living room by a few counters and cupboards, easily granting me the access to spot the only man capable of getting my breath caught in my chest.

The reaction I get from only the sight of him still bewilders me. How every time I see him there's a sudden spark deep within me, trailing down my arms, chest, all the way to the tips of my toes. He's in his usual black attire, sleeves rolled back exposing his tattooed forearms finishing at the wrists. By the time I look at him his gaze has already found mine, the space between us shrinking as he holds my stare.

But those beautiful eyes of his don't contain not a single drop of satisfaction to see me, only anger.

"You don't have to worry about him." I reassure Jaime after turning my focus back to him right before the two of us stalk back towards the living room.

If Jaime was invited over to Corey and Alec's I have to assume their friends, which only means he may be around more often than Mason would like. Although the possibility of Mason ever getting that anger under control is slim, the last thing I want is for him to cause a scene.

I had planned to continue to retrieve that cup for my glass of water that put me in the kitchen with him in the first place, but I know the worst thing I could do right now is leave both Mason and Jaime in the room alone.

I follow his footsteps, noting how Corey, Alec, Jessica and Natalie are all engrossed in their own conversation on the couch right up until Jaime makes an effort to walk past Mason's tall built frame, only resulting in him being sidestepped.

I'm silent, unable to look away while Mason's jaw tightens, eyes meeting Jaime's and stilling on them. Goosebumps prickle my skin as the air in the room becomes thick, charged with animosity. He doesn't say anything, but the stillness of his features only gives him a look promising more than words ever could.

The voices surrounding us fall silent, only thing audible are the breathing of the two men right in front of me and the nerves in my stomach build when realizing that every action of Mason's is unpredictable. He could very much take Jaime down right here if he wanted to, he has the skill and temptations to do so and no one would be able to stop him.

A few seconds pass before I hear laughter coming from someone's mouth. My eyes follow the sound, seeing Corey and Alec finding every bit of this amusing as their laughs resonate throughout the room.

"Don't worry Jaime," Corey says after he dies down, "Mason just wants you to know how big his dick is."

"Seriously. The two of you might as well just whip 'em out, I think I can find a ruler somewhere-"

Jessica interrupts Alec's words, a disgusted shiver coming out of her mouth beforehand, "I would really like to keep my lunch down for the remainder of the day. I could have gone my entire life without hearing this conversion, so if you'd like to measure dicks please do it elsewhere and leave me out of it."

"I second that." Natalie admits, leaning further back into the couch while her eyes remain on the two men in front me.

Jaime takes a step around Mason, and although Mason let's him pass, he doesn't drop his hardened gaze from following his every move until he sits on the couch right beside Corey. I watch as those green eyes finally remove from him, flicking towards me and softening right when they meet mine.

"Elle looks curious." Alec points out, breaking me out of a trance. "Do you happen to have a ruler on you?"

I walk over to the couch, sitting myself down on the extra space of the L-shaped sectional sofa, "For your sake I don't." Alec's mouth clamps shut while everyone else laughs, a newfound smirk making its way onto Mason's face while he sits right beside me. "Training, huh?" I whisper to him, not sure how to feel that Mason has skipped yet another day to train for a reason I don't quite understand. All he does is look at me, only shrugging his response.

The tension that was in the room moments ago is rippled away, replaced with laughter and chatter as a new conversation erupts. But all I can hear is my own heart as Mason's arm stretches out over to the empty space between the couch and my lower back. His hand tucks under the fabric of my shirt, fingers lightly grazing the notches of my spine, all the way down to the waistband of my jeans.

He repeats the motions as the clocks ticks by, his hand never leaving my skin, brushing away the faint amount of irritation over what happened between him and Jaime. I could feel his eyes on me as he smoked a cigarette, cheeks hollowing until he blew out clouds of smoke through his rested lips. He would turn his head every time he did so, making sure the smoke got nowhere near me, and I can't deny that I didn't sneak in small glimpses of him every chance I could.

Corey returns back to the living room, holding what looks like a clear drum fish bowl. Only there's no fish in it. What fills the bowl to the very middle of it are all pills, all different shapes, colors, sizes, and the sight of it makes me squirm in my seat. Mason doesn't take notice of this as he sits up, looking like he knows exactly where this is going, and if I look close enough I swear I can see his lips rise, just a corner.

"Here, I almost forgot." Corey tells him, reaching his arms out with the bowl in his hands.

Mason doesn't hesitate to put his one free hand in it, unseeingly grabbing the closest one he could get his hand on. He doesn't even glance down at the pill that currently rests between his thumb and index finger, all he does is open his mouth, dry swallowing what he had chosen like it was nothing but aspirin.

"What is that?" I ask, curiosity, and worried thoughts getting the best of me.

Corey gives me a mischievous grin, "Can't tell you." My eyebrows scrunch together in confusion before he elaborates, "It's a game we play. Mason guesses it right every time, hasn't lost once."

I turn my head over to face Mason whose eyes are already on me. The way he looks at me makes my heart skip a beat, and something between my legs clenches on instinct- which he's quick to notice. Those smoldering, suggestive eyes of his flicker from my lips to my furrowed brow, but from the overly relaxed look on his face it doesn't seem to dawn on him that he just blindly swallowed a random pill.

But then those dangerously soft lips lift up showing his perfect pearly white teeth, and I realize that he must actually find pleasure in me being worried about him.

"Would you like one?" Corey asks, and a muscle pops along Mason's jaw as both their focus rests on me, "Some of these pills can make you feel pretty damn good, if you ask me."

"What won't feel pretty damn good is your soon-to-be broken hand if you so much as try to give her one of those fucking pills." Mason sneers, and my eyes widen while Corey looks completely unaffected by the warning.

"You got another way of making me feel good?" Corey jokingly asks, his voice slurring a bit and just as Mason opens his mouth to speak he continues, "I'm honored Mason, but unless you grew a pussy overnight I must refuse."

I bring my hand up, covering my mouth with my palm as laughter spews out of me. Mason let's a few cussed words, and they bicker for a moment back and forth, Corey suggesting a few ways for Mason to calm his temper every once in a while- all suggestions leading to masturbation- before leaving.

Once he's gone, Mason's fingers go back to brushing against my bare back and there's a flutter in my chest as I lean over a little closer to him.

"Why'd you take that pill? You don't know what it is, it could be anything." I ask, not even trying to hide my concern for him.

His body shifts a little closer as well, goosebumps erupting on my skin as the tip of his nose lightly brushes against the shell of my ear. My eyes quickly go to everyone on the couch who's thankfully drunk enough in their own conversation to notice his close proximity to me.

Then he whispers rather darkly, "That's the fun of it, sweetheart." And presses a small kiss to the skin behind my ear before leaning back into the couch, his arm refusing to leave my lower back as he does so.

It doesn't take long for Mason to guess that the pill he took was Ecstasy and Corey groans, mumbling a few words under his breath before promising he'll 'get him one day'.

Time passes, and each minute that ticks on the clock makes it harder for me to refrain from curling my body into Mason's. It's strange to think that we have this secret hovering over the two of us, that right now to everyone else it'd seem like we were just sitting on the couch engaging in small talk, maybe sneaking in a few looks from time to time, when in reality I'm sitting beside him, skin still buzzing from how his rough, calloused palms felt across my skin, how his lips felt molded into mine like they were the only place it belonged and all those dirty little words he spoke into my ear as our bodies tickled with sweat.

I could feel my skin heating from just the memory of it.

My eyes float curiously around the room room now slightly hotboxed in marijuana smoke until they land on Alec sitting right in front of me, his hands holding onto a beer bottle, struggling to twist off the top because he doesn't have the patience to wait for Corey to be done with the bottle opener. His failed attempts are a bit entertaining to watch, but by the time his face has reddened, and a vein popping out the top of his forehead becomes visible, I lean forward and snatch the bottle from his hands. He doesn't get the time to say anything before I bring the bottle up, hooking the lip of the cap with my bottom teeth while applying pressure from my tooth teeth, pulling it upwards at an angle until I hear the crisp hissing sound of it opening.

I drop the cap from my mouth out into my palm, placing it on the table between us and extend my hand out for him to retrieve it back from me. When my eyes flick towards him the first thing I notice is how his lips have parted, eyebrows are lifted and face drained of color. He looks at me for a few seconds, mouth moving but no actual words coming out of them and I feel the apples of my cheeks redden from his response.

"Wipe the drool, Alec." Mason says from behind me, tugging lightly on the hem of my shirt to bring me back to him, and since Alec's body is still frozen in place I just set the now opened bottle right in front of him before obliging in Mason's unvoiced request.

Corey's laugh bellows through the room, "That might have been the most action Alec has received in weeks."

"It's true." Alec says, crossing one leg over the other in an attempt to hide something already straining in his pants, "It's been so long since I've gotten any, I'm getting fearful for my health. I'm starting to lose hearing in my eyes and vision in my ears."

Corey straightens in his seat, "That doesn't make any fucking sense, Alec."

"Oh, it makes perfect sense." Alec defends, and I look at Jaime beside him trying to conceal a few chuckles leaving his mouth.

"You got a stiffy for Elle, Alec?" Jessica teases, her shoulder nudging his to annoy him further and Mason's grip on the back of my shirt tightens.

Alec blows out a puff of air dramatically, shaking his head in denial, and I feel the flood of heat burning in my cheeks. I look over to my right and notice how much Mason isn't liking this conversation topic, so I decide to move my hand behind my back, finding his immediately and give it a gentle squeeze. My small action is enough for him to drop his gaze on Alec and focus back on me, and even though I find his reactions to some things can be a tad excessive, for some reason I can't explain, his jealousy and possessiveness still sends a thrill down my spine.

"I wouldn't go there, Alec. Rumor has it, Elle is seeing somebody." Natalie speaks up, her eyes on no one else in the room but me.

"You are?" I hear from beside me, feeling him apply a little pressure to my hand, squeezing it. I look over at Mason again, the intensity of his stare holding me captive, and as he leans in closer to me I notice there's something wicked curling along the ends of his lips, "Who?"

Who? I almost dare to ask but remind myself not to give him the reaction I know he's waiting for. He can't expect me to actually give an honest answer, he knows exactly what he's doing and there's this small part of me that refuses to give it to him.

Mason stretches his body out a bit to reach over and grab his half-drunk bottle of beer in front of him. Droplets of condensation race down his arms as he brings the mouth of it to his lips and I watch, my mind running wild with ideas on how I'm going to get him back for furthering this conversation later.

"Come on Elle, don't act all shy now." Natalie says, "At lunch you were practically going on about 'the best sex you've ever had'."

Right when the words leave her mouth I hear a choked sound next to me. Mason rests the beer on his knee with one hand, while using the other to try and conceal the coughs emitting from his lips from choking on his drink.

I stare him down, becoming aware that the alcoholic drink that was stuck in his throat has been cleared long ago, and yet he continues to cough to be nothing other than dramatic.

When he settles down there's literal tears forming under his eyes, and I barely have enough time to register the embarrassment threatening to sink in because within an instant Mason's smirk grows into a full blown smile. His watery eyes lift, mouth parting wider, not in amusement or shock, but pure triumph, the victory of my words taking full effect on him.

"You..." He clears his throat, "You said that? Those words came out of your mouth?"

"Not exactly." We both look at each other, the overjoyed expression on his face the complete opposite of mine, and the thrilled, gratified glimmer in his eyes is what snaps me out of my dumbfounded silence, "It's not like it's that big of an accomplishment, I've only slept with one other man."

"Sounds like a pretty big fucking accomplishment to me, doesn't it Jaime?" He says, the smile on his face widening to a length I've never seen so broad. He leans back into the couch, body relaxing while he throws one arm over the cushion behind me, and I wonder if he can visibly see the smoke coming out of my ears. "Doesn't the best sex she's ever had feel like an accomplishment? If I were that man I think I'd be over the moon right about now."

Jaime's eyes flick from mine to Mason's, "This feels like a trap."

"You mean you've slept with two other men?" Natalie makes an effort to remind me, and both Jessica and I send her a glare, neither of us missing how she's airing out my dirty laundry for the entire room to see, "You slept with Mason at that party."

Disbelief thunders through me, a hot prickly feeling blooming over my skin from her unfiltered honesty. I didn't expect for this subject of conversation to be mentioned ever again without my doing, as far as Jessica and Natalie know, me sleeping with Mason was old news I don't want spreading, and yet she didn't hesitate to expose it.

Alec laughs, somehow finding this funny, "And she forgot? Man, from the way all these women look at him I half expected his dick to not be man made. Let me guess, he didn't let you finish first? He seems like he'd be a selfish fuck."

Mason's eyes roll to the ceiling and back, shaking his head and sighing loudly over just how wrong Alec really is. His eyes have darkened, jaw tightened in a way that looks painful, his own emotions melting down the cool exterior as a couple chuckles bounce from person to person.

"Wait..." Corey begins, "Mason isn't a virgin?"

"Fuck off." Mason snarls, "Back to you." His entire turns in his seat to face me, "Since you said this infuriatingly handsome man-"

"I never said-" I try to deny but he interrupts me, that knowing smile on his lips a part of the ruse.

"-Is the best you've ever had, does that mean that he's better than Aiden?"

"Mason!" Jess says, but the warning in her voice isn't enough for me to break my gaze from Mason, who's currently arching a dark eyebrow, some kind of devilish mischief curling up the corners of his lips.

Such a domineering, egotistical asshole

One that could have me on my knees with so much as a simple request but that's beside the point

"More importantly, is he better than you?" I ask him, and watch as realization hits that he's been most vocal about the 'best I've ever had', already forgetting he's on that small list of men I've slept with.

His entire body stills, eyes going wide almost as if everything has just clicked for him. His palm slaps to his forehead, a few whines escaping his lips and my lips curl into a smile, squinting my eyes at him from just how badly he didn't think this through.

It could be because of all the weed he's smoked, or the cigarette he finished earlier, the bottles of beer he's chugged, it could even be the ecstasy he so quickly swallowed, or the freshly revealed secrets of mine about his sexual performance, either way I've never seen him in this state of mind before. I've never seen him smile so wide, so bright, that the apples of his cheeks rise, and the shimmer in his reddened eyes sparkle, and although there's still a sliver of anger weighing down on my chest, I can't help but admire him through it all.

He sulks into his seat murmuring, "I think I've made a mistake of some kind."

The laugh I was trying to stifle comes out, and through those glossy hazed eyes of his I can see that he also finds this amusing as well, his top teeth biting down onto his lip to hold back a smile so he doesn't laugh with me.

"How high are you?" Corey chastises, and all Mason does in response is stick his hand up, letting all his fingers fall but the middle one.

An idea pops into my head, a discreet way to humiliate him further without anyone knowing who I'm referencing, and without a second thought on the matter I open my mouth to speak.

"None of this matters anyways," I lean further into the couch, crossing my arms over my chest, "Because I've actually been thinking about ending things."

Mason moves faster than I have time to blink, sitting up and snapping his head right towards mine. There's something in his eyes, the glint of levity in them now completely gone and replaced with something gloomier, sadder.

His eyes search all aspects of my face, and when he talks his voice comes out like a whine, the smile on his lips changing into a pout, "What? Why? Has he... Has he done something wrong?"

A piece of my heart breaks in his sudden change in mood, I hadn't expected him to react this way when the words slipped from my mouth. I'm not sure how I thought he would respond, but in moments like this the delusion of whatever we are feels so real; and maybe somewhere deep down, he's scared to lose me too.

I release my focus from him, turning back to everyone else in the room.

"I found the strangest thing in his room the other day...He was in the shower, and I saw these blue pills on the nightstand." I tell them, lying through my teeth and wondering if I sound as believable as I achieve to be.

"Blue pills?" Mason asks, and I'm not sure whether he's asking me that question or talking out loud, wracking his brain with what the hell I'm talking about.

I nod, "Yeah, he talks so much game too. I never would have imagined he had such a problem with getting it up." 

Seconds, mere heartbeats passed from when those words came out of my mouth before my eyes followed the blur that was Mason jumping out of his seat into a standing position.

"What?" He spits, glaring down at me, letting me see those eyes of his that are now on fire, and as everyone around us laughs I do the one thing I know I shouldn't and smile as his menacing gaze stays locked on mine.

"How old is this guy?" Jessica asks, and when I finally turn my head away from Mason I can see Jaime sitting with his mouth clamped shut, trying to hide the laughs I know he's dying to release.

"Oh, I can assure you that's never been the-"

I interrupt Mason's attempt to rebuttal, "And I also got pretty angry with him the last time I saw him, and acted on it. I may have kicked him in his most favorite appendage and something tells me he won't be using it anytime soon."

A chorus of cheers and whistles echo through the room as Mason sits back down on the couch next to me. He watches me wordlessly for a second, silence lingering between us for a moment before I get the courage to meet his confused gaze.

"What?" He whispers, "No you haven't."

"Not yet." I threaten, and his eyebrows furrow, arms cross over his chest as he sulks back into the couch like a child who had just been scolded.

And as if my luck couldn't get any worse today, Natalie opens her mouth again to tell every person in the room about my interaction with Travis earlier today at the restaurant. She seemed to ignore the looks Jessica and I were sending her, and voiced just how 'obsessed' I was with him in high school, and if my 'late night adventures' with this mystery man don't work out, I could always call him.

As expected, there were laughs roaring throughout the room over Mason's dominating and territorial words. I'm surprised no one caught on to the tone in his voice, the way whenever anyone spoke his eyes would always remain on me, and how his nose scrunched up in disgust everytime a new man was brought up that had anything to do with me.

I grew grateful quickly that everyone was either too high, or drunk off whatever alcoholic drink was closest to them to comprehend the true meaning behind it all.

I got asked questions, so many questions on why I threw the napkin with Travis' number away, and refused so strongly to call him. It took a while for me to admit to myself, let alone to everyone surrounding me, but right when I said the words I didn't feel not an ounce of shame, because every bit of it was genuine.

"As Natalie so unhesitatingly put it, I'm seeing someone, and I don't intend to have or want anyone else."

I made sure not to look in Mason's direction, I was feeling a bit fearful of what the expression on his face could have been. I know the two of us agreed to only sleep with each other, but sometimes I can't help but wonder if his actions are as true as the feelings behind his words are. My chest stung with trepidation, but then I felt Mason's hand sling under the fabric of my shirt again, his fingertips brushing along the bare skin on my back and the small simple gesture of his was enough to shove those feelings and thoughts aside.

When the conversation finally steered off me I stood up from the couch, excusing myself to go find the bathroom. I've only been to their house a couple times so after walking into the incorrect room twice I eventually found my way, quickly doing my business before washing my hands.

As my freshly cleaned hands turned the handle and opened the door for me to walk out, a familiar face standing right outside moves quickly, and a gasp tears from my lips when his large hand goes around my throat as he walks forward, forcing me backwards until my back slams against the wall behind me.

His body towers over mine so much I have to crane my head to look at him, heart pounding against my ribcage as I do. I think he can feel it, how erratically it's beating against his hand over my pulse, how my breath has quickened from his touch because he only squeezes, letting me feel everything he's trying to hold back.

A tiny breath of air seeps past my lips at the way his pupils have dilated, my eyes nearly fluttering shut when the tip of his nose lightly brushes against mine, recycling our own breaths with his hard chest pressed against my own, caging me in so I'm unable to move, unable to feel nothing but his hard, smouldering body against mine.

I reach my hands out, balling his black shirt into my fists right over his stomach, pulling him closer,- so, so close- my entire body burning for his touch. He dips his head down, his nose brushing the side of my face, trailing down until he reaches my ear, his head settling into the crook of my neck, warm breath fanning my uneven pulse below my skin and I tilt my head back, giving him more room.

"Viagra, huh?" He grumbles, and my face breaks into a smile as he tsks in my ear, "You and I both know that's never been an issue."

"No?" My voice comes out breathless as I try to feign my innocence.

He peppers hot, wet kisses over my neck, using his one free hand to wrap around my waist, pushing our hips together. Deciding to make better use of my hands, I drop one down so I'm able palm his protruding erection over the strained fabric of his jeans. My movements earn a smirk from him, because he was right, we both know that he's never not once struggled with that sort of performance issue.

A hum releases from the back of my throat as his kisses reach higher and higher, and just as he kisses the corner of my lips, moving slightly so he's able to kiss the dead center of them I give touch him again, eliciting a groan.

His lips tilt, brushing along the bow of my upper lip, noses skimming together right before I say, "Must have been someone else then."

He squeezes my throat even tighter.

"Do you enjoy getting a rise out of me?" He snarls, his voice growing with agitation.

"Only when you deserve it." He blinks once, twice, trying to figure out why I would say something like that so I continue, "Sounds like a pretty big fucking accomplishment to me, doesn't it Jaime? If I were that man I think I'd be over the moon right about now. Since this infuriatingly handsome man," I say, overdramatizing those words for their full effect, "Is the best you've ever had, does that mean that he's better than Aiden?" I imitate his words from earlier, shooting daggers at him with my eyes once I'm finished.

And of course, all he does is smile, eyes twinkling in amusement.

"You didn't appreciate my questions?"

"I appreciated it just as much as a scooter to the ankle." His smile deeps and I roll my eyes, "As if your over-inflated ego couldn't get any bigger. You know, sometimes I wonder how your neck can even hold up that massive head of yours." I taunt, only half joking, pressing my body closer to his with my head tossed back, chin pressing into his chest.

He looks straight down at me, a few laughs escaping his lips and even though I'm standing here trying to admonish him, my heart still warms at the sound of it, nearly melting into mush when he leans in and kisses the tip of my nose.

"Could you have been any more obvious?"

"Yes." He answers without hesitation, both his arms wrapping around my waist, pulling me into him and off the wall in a tight grip, "I could have fucked you right there on that couch like I really wanted to."

"Always the charmer." I scoff, but it's quickly turned into a moan when in one deep motion his erection is rubbed against me, running his tongue swiftly over his bottom lip as he proves the truthfulness behind his own desires to take me right then and there.

He bends down to press a quick kiss to my lips and my angered facade cracks, crumbling to pieces.

"Were you surprised?" I ask him, my eyes flicking up to look at him. "That I would say something like that?"

"No." He answers honestly, and I slowly nod my head, not entirely sure how to take that. "What surprises me is you thinking that you aren't mine."

My eyes grow a size from his words. I can't tell if they were sincere or not, if they were said in a form of comfort or just to tease me further, but whatever his intentions were I can't help but feel an added pressure weigh down on my chest. I lean my forehead forward, hiding my face in his chest and groan; moments like these make Aiden's hurtful words crawl back into the back of my mind. He's more experienced than me- by a long shot- how the hell am I supposed to believe that what he said could have actually been true?

"Don't patronize me." I say, my voice a little muffled from my face still being squeezed into his chest.

Each breath I take laced with the familiarization of his scent mixed in with tobacco and the strong, musky essence of marijuana. I shut my eyes for a moment, my hands digging into his chest while his arms hug my body tighter.

"I'm not." His hands raise to palm both my cheeks, bringing me out from my hiding to look back up at him.

"You have much more experience when it comes to sex than I do. I didn't ask you that so I could fish for compliments."

"You don't believe me?" He asks, and for some reason I can't find the words, not wanting to make myself feel even more embarrassed than I feel so I slowly shake my head.

No.

Of course I don't believe him. In the beginning of the summer he had different women walking in and out of his bedroom every day. I nearly shudder at the thought of how many notches are on his belt- the growing, swarming, pit of disgust exemplifying at the mere thought of somebody else touching him already threatening to drive me mad.

What I told him was the truth, I didn't start this conversation in hopes that he'd return the favor, I honestly just wanted to know. I can't deny that Aiden's words didn't have a part in it, because no matter how many times I try to block out his warning they're still there, screaming, yelling at me in my mind and telling me that there's an off chance I'll end up getting hurt in all of this.

"Hey," His thumb and index finger grip my chin, tilting upwards so I meet his gaze again, "Stop that. I can see the gears turning in your head, and I'm not a fan of the frown forming on your face because of it."

"Mason-"

"No." He interrupts, his voice more stern than it was before. "I don't blame you for thinking I'm lying, I understand that. These past few years I looked for an escape that alcohol and drugs couldn't give me, and I wouldn't even be able to give you their names, I barely even saw their faces. With them- all of them- it was meaningless, a way to get out of this endless disconnect. But I can tell you right now, that if I waited, lost my virginity to someone I cared about, I would have lost it this one night while stuck in a garage at some party."

I look at him in disbelief, my insides turning into jelly over what he's just said.

"With you..." His fingers softly brush against the side of my cheek, "With you I realize everything I was missing."

I don't know how to respond. I'm fairly certain his words have sucked the life and soul out of me. I can barely breathe, let alone think of something that'll mean as much to him as his words meant to me. All I can do is smile so wide my cheeks hurt, forcing myself to blink back tears before he's able to see them.

"So yes," His lips are now so close to mine that they touch with every movement he makes, "You're the best fuck I've ever had, baby. Now deal with it, because after having you I don't intend to have or want anyone else."

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It took longer than I would like for us to smoothly exit the bathroom without looking as suspicious as possible. But in all honesty, I'm just as to blame for our lengthened time in there just as much as he is, because right when I heard those words that he used to quote me earlier, I knew there was no way in hell I was walking out that door without the feeling of his lips on mine.

There was something different about it.

About the way our lips touched, how his hands would ghost over every area he could get his hands on, how I ran my hands over his shoulders, sinking into his hair bringing him as close to me as he could possibly get. It pained me, because even though there wasn't a centimeter of space between us I still felt as though it wasn't close enough.

The air in the room was charged with the same amount of need the two of us normally possess for each other, but it wasn't as stifling, as heated. Instead, every time his lips softened against mine it felt tender, warm, affectionate and so, so comforting about this new moment that I know I'll forever cherish.

I'm still not used to him expressing his feelings to me.

Not one bit.

I can't let myself get in over my head with our current situation, because it's strictly sexual.

Right?

Fuck, I can already feel the lines getting blurred, and even thinking about the possibility that he won't ever want anything more sends a dreadful pain in my chest, threatening my heart to burst at the seams.

I had to practically pry his lips off of mine, -which he tried to argue with me about- telling me over and over how he just wants to give me one more kiss for 'good measure'. He didn't want to leave. And there was this nagging voice in my head questioning if he even cared if everyone else knew or not, but I didn't have the courage to ask.

I told him to leave first which he denied, resulting in a couple threats pertaining to our future sexual activities and after whining he finally sulked back into the living room.

Right after I followed suit a couple minutes later I made my way into the kitchen, noticing the countertops filled with copious amounts of liquor bottles all side by side from one another just waiting to be used.

I make sure to double check that they have all the ingredients needed to craft the drink I have in mind before I start, and when I do I get lost in my thoughts once more.

I hum along to a random song in my head while I slice a lime on the cutting board in front of me, my mind racing with how deep I've plunged myself into with Mason. I know there was no going back now, I was one hundred thousand percent stuck.

My body moves swiftly through the kitchen, grabbing the ice, sugar, rum, club soda and mint leaves that I was surprised to find they had. I measure everything before pouring it into the glass cup, not even aware that the entire room is watching my every room until I finish making the mojito, lifting the drink to my lips to see all widened eyes on me.

My eyes immediately go to Mason, watching me with nothing that wicked smirk on his lips.

They all asked how I knew how to make drinks and I told them the first thing that came to mind, which of course was 'sorcery'.

When in reality, it was all because of Freddie. When Mason and I would go to his bar he would always teach me how to make drinks, and the thought of him warms my heart, reminding me that I need to see him again soon.

Everyone begs me to make something.

I made strawberry margaritas.

Mason smiled when I walked out of the kitchen with a drink in my hand for him, sending a wink in my direction and shaking his head in pure amusement. No one understood it, it was another secret of ours.

More time passed, and eventually everyone decided to watch a movie. Gathering blankets, popping popcorn and packing bong bowls right before Corey turned on some random film.

I try to stop myself from staring at him beside me, and focus on the screen but I keep failing, glancing at him from the corner of my eye. His hand is under the plush blanket hovered over us, fingers almost touching mine.

A smirk curls up on those lips of his and he turns his head, catching me staring.

I look away, fuck.

If he plans to torment me this entire movie I am going to scream. There's no way I can handle sitting so close to him, hands lightly brushing each other's under the blanket without having me on the edge of the couch seat for the remaining hour and a half.

My stomach jolts when I feel his hand slide slowly up my thigh, his fingers tapping along my jeans while he continues looking nonchalant, eyes watching the tv straight ahead from us.

What the hell is he doing?

His fingers fumble with the buttons of my jeans, and even under the blanket he unbuttons them with one quick motion. I squirm a bit in my seat when his fingers slips inside my jeans, palming the outside of my panties with his hand.

I bite down on my lip, already finding it difficult to steady my breath from the way his fingers are working themselves up and down my slit through the lace material. He only grins at my silence, not even giving me a second glance and I hope the quickening rise and fall of my chest, parted lips, and blush staining my cheeks isn't too noticeable.

The blood speeds in my veins when he turns and faces me, gaze floating over my face top to bottom as he leans in closer so he's able to whisper into my ear.

"I can feel how wet you are for me."

And with that, I feel added pressure to my heat as he pulls once, and then twice, pulling the now ripped material out from my jeans. My mouth drops, hands balling into fists by my sides because of how many pairs of panties this man has ripped off of me.

"Mason!" I hiss, "I swear to God if you rip another fucking pair-"

"Those things are a nuisance. I prefer you without them." He whispers into my ear and I clench my teeth, blowing out a frustrated breath.

I wait for him to give them back to me, and after a few seconds pass I lose patience, lifting the blanket up a bit to see Mason putting them in his pocket.

I sigh, "One day I am going to strangle you with my bare hands."

A moan nearly escapes my lips as he strokes me up and down, teasing me to the fullest extent before circling his thumb and pressing down, rubbing me.

"Kinky." He says, in response to my threat and I find his leg under the blanket, gripping it tightly with my hand in order to release some of the pressure building inside of me. He pats my inner thigh, "Open."

I swallow my nerves, taking a cautious look at everyone else in the room whose eyes are all focused on the tv, completely oblivious to Mason's hand in between my legs. Anyone could look up and catch the movement right below me, but the thought only makes me even wetter. I bite my lip again in an attempt to stop myself from getting louder as I lean back further into the couch, slowly spreading my legs to give Mason easier access and he wastes no time to sink in deeper.

I want to beg for more- more of him, something harder, rougher, but instead I just hold onto his thigh even tighter, clinging onto whatever he can give me.

It's tortue. Absolute fucking torture as I sit here in complete and utter pleasure in front of his friends- his cousin.

Oh God, something is seriously wrong with me.

My eyes close as I rest my head against the couch, feeling his fingers curl into me, stroking me, that magical, mind-boggling thumb of his rubbing maddening circles against me.

"Do you think any of them can see how you're trembling with my fingers inside of you?" He's so close his breath fans my ear with each word, his voice sounding deeper than normal, hoarser, and I follow his gaze, and it hits me that this might very well be the pinnacle of our most scandalous sexual encounters. "What about Jaime, do you think he knows just how fucking drenched you are for me right now?"

My eyes flick over to Jaime who's holding a bowl in his hands, stuffing his face with popcorn and looking fully engrossed in the movie ahead of him.

"Do you think they'll be able to hear when you cum for me?" He coos in my ear, speeding up his fingers and I lose myself in the pleasure coursing through me. "Let's find out, shall we?"

He pulls his fingers further back, collecting the dampness between my fingers, swirling and spreading it around my folds, applying more pressure before he works his fingers back in, now watching me as I almost fall apart in front of everyone.

I shake my head, trying to stop the powerful orgasm I feel building within me and I chew on my lip so hard I taste iron. I bring my closed fist up to cover my mouth, hoping to muffle the sounds I know I'm about to make, and when my walls shake, tightening around his fingers, my eyes squeeze closed, body shuddering, toes curling as it nearly rips me in half. Fireworks explode as his fingers fuck me through it, straining against my tightening channel, orgasm surging through me.

I slump back, face flushed, heart slamming in my chest as he pulls his fingers free from inside of me and as I clench my thighs together I internally cringe at the wetness coating them. My body is still shaking from the aftershocks as I watch Mason's eyes meet mine, raising his hand with my release across his fingers and licks them clean.

"How was that?" He asks slowly, his breathing harsher than it was before. I pant as quietly as I can, still unable to catch my breath and he takes notice. "Was it..." He leans in closer, "The best?"

I'm instantly snapped out of my orgasmic high, giving his arm a little jab with my elbow and he lets out a few chuckles, sending me one of the most sincere smiles I've seen on his lips all day.

"You're never going to let that go, are you?" I ask, reaching under the blanket to secure the buttons of my jeans back into place, ignoring how raw and exposed I feel for the lack of material between them and my skin.

"Not anytime soon, no." He says, and the evil, amused gleam in his eyes soften into something tender.

I shake my head, trying to stop from smiling but failing miserably. He looks right at me, and I look at him, the same feeling I felt while we were hidden in the bathroom now resurfacing again, controlling every single one of my senses so intensely that when I feel him wrap his hand around my own under the blanket, interlocking his fingers in mine I question if I had only imagined it.

Then my heart skips a beat and I feel a jolted shock over my skin. My stomach suddenly feels light from the butterflies swarming my stomach, every single nerve set aflame from his thumb rubbing back and forth over the skin of my hand, giving it an occasional squeeze, and when our gaze locks, I fight the intense urge to kiss him. Shaming myself for thinking that no matter how many times I touch those lips of his it'll never be enough.

But then I notice the softening of his eyes, and the tightening of his jaw, and I know without a doubt, that he wants to kiss me too. 

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A.N.

Hello lovely readers, I hope you enjoyed this chapter

Also, incase any of you haven't seen I finally created a playlist for this story. It's added before chapter one, after the author's note. If any of you have anymore song suggestions please don't hesitate to either comment or message me the name so I can tag you :)

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-yourunknownteen