I sometimes liked to compare the inside of my head to a Target. There was nothing in there that I really needed. Hell, there was barely even anything that I wanted. Yet, somehow, whenever I was left to my own devices, I couldn't help but want to browse around and see what was there. And I always left with something unnecessary.

This time, that unnecessary item was "doubt." More specifically, I was doubtful about what I'd just agreed to do with Mason.

I wasn't doubting whether I should have agreed to do it or not. I'd meant what I'd said to him. I did want to try it out and I trusted him to do it in a way that made me feel safe. It was more like I was doubtful about whether I'd actually enjoy it or not.

Phil, of course, being the self-centered prick that he was, was never afraid to do whatever he wanted in the earlier days when he still received blowjobs. One of the many reasons he no longer received them. That being said, the times he did get more forceful with me during them, I never enjoyed it. And I couldn't help but worry that might be the case here too.

"Hey, you still there? Or did I send you running for the hills?" Mason called out playfully.

How he always managed to melt away my worries and doubts with just a few simple words, I would never understand. But, somehow, he always did. I could already feel those negative thoughts slinking back into the furthest corners of my mind where they belonged.

What was I even worried about? This was Mason I was with. When had he ever made me feel as uncomfortable or unsatisfied during sex as Phil did? The answer: zero times. And I didn't see why this time should be any different.

With that in mind, I took a deep breath and stepped back into the bathroom.

This was, by no means, my first time seeing Mason naked. Yet, every time, I still found myself taken aback by just how sexy he was. Strong arms, a toned body, and not exactly lacking downstairs either. But the thing that really made me go weak in the knees was just how confident and in control he always looked during things like this.

Apparently, that extra minute by himself was all he needed to regain his composure. That cute, awkward guy from before was gone now. Now, he leaned against the bathroom counter casually, his typical playful but sexy smile resting on his face. His eyes moved up and down my body slowly as if drinking it all in.

I don't know why I suddenly felt so shy. After all, he'd just seen me naked not even five minutes ago. Yet, for some reason, I still couldn't help the butterflies that started to form in my stomach as he looked at me.

After he'd gotten his fill, he nodded in the direction of the counter, a silent invitation to join him. The nervous fluttering in my stomach became a full-on flurry as I walked over to him. Maybe it was the knowledge of what we were about to do, or maybe it was the "fuck-me" way he kept looking at me, but whatever the reason, my heart was racing with both nerves and excitement.

The second I was in reach he wrapped his arm around my waist and pulled me to him. His lips sought mine greedily as if savoring every last second. The feeling sent shivers up my spine and sparks all the way between my legs. A small moan of pleasure hummed somewhere in my throat as my body leaned into his.

As he pulled away from me, there was a hint of caution in his eyes again. He brushed my hair behind my ear, a soft smile on his face.

"I promise, last time I ask," he murmured. "I just don't want to do this without making sure that you're completely on board with it. So, last time, are you sure you want to do this?"

I couldn't help the smile that filled my face. All this time. All the build-up, all the preparation, all the excitement I could tell he was holding back, and he was still putting me and my comfort before absolutely everything else.

Without any hesitation, I slid onto my knees and grabbed his hard member. He let out a soft grunt, his hands tightening their grip on the counter. I looked up at him, determination and defiance in my eyes.

"I want this," I insisted.

I could feel him stiffen in my hand. He gulped audibly as he smiled down at me. "Then go ahead."

As confident as I felt in agreeing to do this, actually doing it was something I was a little less confident in. Mostly because I wasn't really sure what I should be doing in this situation. He seemed to sense my confusion. A soft chuckle left his lips. He ran his hand through my hair tenderly.

"Just start off like a regular blowjob and I'll take things from there," he explained. "And, please, if you ever feel like anything's getting too intense, just pat my leg and I'll stop. Okay?"

I gave a small nod. He shook his head.

"Okay?" He repeated firmly.

I gave him a small smile. "Okay."

He seemed much more satisfied with that answer. His face relaxed back into a smile again and he gestured for me to continue. Again, I felt that little flutter in my stomach. It was obvious that he really cared about making sure that I felt safe and comfortable during all of this.

And I did. In fact, I don't think anything in this world had ever made me feel as safe as Mason made me feel.

With that in mind, I took a deep breath and pushed aside all those worrying thoughts about what may or may not happen later. For now, I was going to focus on the task at hand. Literally.

I stroked his member slowly, bringing it closer to my lips. Okay. Start with a blowjob. I could do that.

I closed my eyes, letting my tongue trail along the tip. I'd only done this for him once before, but something about his taste felt very comforting and familiar. I opened my mouth, letting him slide past my lips. As I did, a low grunt filled the air, sending sparks tingling across my body.

How did he do it? I was supposed to be doing something for him. Yet, somehow, he still found a way to make the whole experience pleasurable for me.

I started off slow, licking and sucking at the tip to help get him riled up. Not that it was hard to do. I think it only took a minute or so before another soft moan filled the air around me. Only this time, I could hear the hint of frustration behind it. The desire for something more.

But he resisted. Patient as ever, he stood there and let me do as I pleased with him. After all, he had plans for me later, and he certainly wasn't going to ruin them now by getting overeager and giving in too soon.

At least, that was his goal. My goal was the same as it always was: to drive him crazy. To touch and tease him until he just couldn't take it anymore. To bring him right to the edge and then pull him back again, and again, and again. To fill him so full of lust and desire that he couldn't resist. He said before that he liked to go wild, well, I was going to do everything in my power to make sure he did it to his fullest potential.

I took him in as deep as I could without having him go down my throat. Aside from the fact that I knew that he wanted to do that later, it also made for an extra little tease. Giving him just enough to let him feel the pleasure, but nowhere near enough for it to be satisfying.

Another frustrated moan left his lips. His hand tangled in my hair, but didn't apply any pressure. He was getting there, he just needed that little extra push to put him exactly where he wanted to be. Luckily, I had a pretty good idea of how to do that for him.

Without a word, I spread my legs slightly and slipped my hand between them, teasing my sweet spot. A small hum of pleasure rumbled in my throat.

Not two seconds later, I felt his grip tighten on my hair. His body tensed up and a small hiss slipped through his teeth. It was clear that he was using every last bit of his willpower not to lose himself completely right now. Unfortunately for him, I was nowhere near done with him yet.

I kept rubbing and teasing myself, not bothering to hold back my moans at all as I continued to suck him. With every second, I could feel the tension building underneath his skin. A ball of pure lust just waiting to explode at any moment. And I was excited to see what that explosion would look like.

To my surprise, it was a lot more subtle than I thought it would be. A minute later his hand loosened in my hair. I glanced up at him. He was already staring down at me, his eyes dark and intense. A wicked smile spread across his face.

"You really like sucking me that much?" he asked playfully.

"Mmm-hmm," I hummed against him.

His eyes rolled back in his head slightly and his grip tightened on my hair again. When his eyes finally returned to me, the look in them made me shudder with both fear and excitement. Like a wolf staring down at the meek and helpless prey before it. And, God, I wanted to be devoured.

"Here, let me help you then," he murmured huskily, pressing his hand against the back of my head and thrusting into my mouth.

I gagged slightly as his hard member suddenly shoved its way down my throat. A low, animalistic moan penetrated my ears and sent goosebumps racing across my skin.

Not that I had any time to process that new information. If my goal was for him to go wild, then I had certainly achieved it. He didn't hold back. Again and again, he thrust himself deep into my throat, causing a series of choked and gagged sounds to fill the empty bathroom. I might have felt self-conscious about it. If he didn't look like he was in absolute heaven right now.

He never took his eyes off of me, but I wouldn't exactly say he was "looking" at me either. There was a haze in his vision that overtook everything else. Which made it pretty easy to see the one thing that did stand out among the fog.

Pleasure.

I'd seen Mason enjoy himself during sex before. But this was different. His touch, his face, the way he reacted to every last thrust and movement. It was an ecstasy I'd never seen from him before. One that both terrified and excited me in a way that left me breathless.

Unfortunately, that wasn't the only thing leaving me breathless. As much as I hated to interrupt his fun, it was getting harder and harder to ignore the burning feeling starting to form in my lungs. I gave his leg a couple of firm pats like he'd told me to do.

While he did inform me that that was the signal to give him if I needed things to slow down, I was not expecting how quickly he would react to it.

No sooner had I given him a couple taps than the lust vanished from his eyes and panic took its place. As he pulled out of my throat, the sudden rush of air left me gasping and coughing. I took a few deep breaths, small coughs still making their way up my throat here and there.

Mason reached down and put his hand on my cheek tenderly, gently guiding me to look up at him. "Hey, are you okay?"

"Yeah. Yeah, I'm fine," I reassured him, clearing my throat. "I just needed some air."

A deep frown filled his face. Although, it looked like the frustration was more directed at himself than anywhere else. He let out a heavy sigh.

"Of course you did. You've never done this before," he muttered, shaking his head. "I'm sorry, I—"

"Don't apologize," I said firmly. "I told you to stop and you did. That's the whole reason you told me how to tap out in the first place, right?"

"Yeah, but—"

"I'm fine. I just needed to come up for some air. That's all. You didn't do anything wrong. So don't you dare start blaming yourself or acting like you've done some horrible thing. I've never done this before and you've never done this with me. It's going to take some practice. So... let's keep practicing."

Although my words did seem to help him relax a bit, I could still sense his hesitance to continue. I put on my sultriest smile and ran my hand along his thigh, leaning in and giving his member a small lick.

"I don't know about you, but I wasn't ready to stop yet," I murmured, looking up at him.

A small shiver ran through his body and the smile slowly spread across his face again. I could see the lust beginning to win out over the worry again. So, I decided to help it along a little.

Without a word, I grabbed his member and slipped it back into my mouth. I sucked gently, teasingly, before taking a deep breath and taking it as far down my throat as I possibly could.

Instantly, the moan exited his mouth and his hand reached for my hair. His labored breathing filled my ears. He let out another sigh. However, this one was much lighter than the last one had been. A sigh filled with pleasure and concession.

"You're going to ruin me at this rate," he murmured more to himself than to me.

I looked up at him and gave a soft hum of agreement. A shiver ran through him as if he'd been electrocuted. The same lust-filled smile from before slowly returned to his face

"Fine, fine. Let's keep 'practicing' then," he teased. His hand ran through my hair gently before coming to rest on the back of my head. "Take a deep breath. Because this is where things start to get fun."