Confession

(Violet)

Once upon a time there was a girl who fell in love. Like true love. Yeah, it started maybe in middle school, but what the heart knew it wanted, it wanted, right? The girl wrote love letters, trying to process her feelings. And the boy was simply perfect. He was so good at sports. Each season that went by he looked more like a man instead of a boy. And that’s when she started to feel some changes in her own body. They held hands at school. They sat together at lunch. When the boy was caught trying to pass her a letter, their civics teacher made him read the letter out loud to the class. Guess what? He read the entire letter without a care.

It was real beyond real. So much so that the girl’s parents got nervous. But then they met the boy. They understood it. It was almost too good to be true. Years they were together. Years they were in love. Years… he wanted something she didn’t give him. One thing that was left hanging out there, something that seemed so important, but soon became a cross to bear.

The boy finally did become a man. The man then decided it was easier to break the girl’s heart instead of just waiting a little bit longer…

I hurried to copy all that text and delete it. I shook my head and shut the laptop. After a few hours of working on the app and starting the daunting process of turning Victoria’s drawings into full color beautiful pictures, my mind started to travel. I ended up in my room, listening for Mason. I then stood at the window and wondered what the world was doing. My apartment felt like a prison for a few minutes as I debated on calling Victoria to go out with her.

So I did the worst thing possible.

I started to drink wine and looked him up online.

Pictures of him at parties… what used to be wild college parties were now just a group of friends. The drinks were no longer in red cups. No more crammed dorm rooms with crooked posters. No pictures of his arm around me. Kissing my cheek. Smiling with me.

I had been replaced over and over again.

Once I started, I couldn’t stop.

Looking, thinking, trying to figure out what went wrong. I wanted to blame him, but I couldn’t.

The wine was good. The buzz was almost better.

Then I saw the picture…

Him. With a beautiful woman. She came up to his shoulder. Her chestnut hair was perfect, shiny like in a shampoo commercial. A big white smile. Her left hand against his chest and that’s where the hardest truth stung the most. There was a big diamond on her finger. The caption and comments made it very clear this wasn’t just any diamond, but an engagement ring.

He was engaged.

I wasn’t sure why it hit me as hard as it did. He had been gone for years. It wasn’t like he was going to wait around for me to figure myself out and then come running back to pick up where we left off. Well, okay, there was a point in time when that seemed like the plan. But then I met Victoria. Then we had an idea. Then things exploded.

Now I was sitting alone in my apartment looking at this picture.

That’s when my mind decided to take control. I didn’t want to be alone. But I didn’t want to be judged. I didn’t want to talk about deep and personal stuff. I wanted to be… wanted.

There was only one person in the world I could think of that could tackle that.

I wanted Mason.

* * *

The second Mason came busting through my door I regretted texting him. I stood there and stared at him. He was so tall, so big, so strong, so fucking wildly sexy in the scariest and sexiest way ever.

“Are you okay?” he asked.

“Why do you care?” I threw back. “You just came to fuck me, didn’t you?”

“If that’s on the table, that’s why I’m here,” he said. “I see that you’re breathing and the apartment isn’t on fire. So my job of pretending to care is done.” He then closed in on me. “Unless you have something else to tell me.”

I could smell him. That delicious smell of his clothes, his skin, that faint hint of cologne. All of it mixing together in some kind of sexual recipe that created a temptation inside me that I never felt before.

“No,” I said. “Nothing else.”

“I was leaving with someone when you texted me,” he said. “So you better make this worth my time.”

“You ditched another woman for me?”

“Dime a dozen, babe,” he said. “But, yeah, I ditched a woman. For you.”

“Why? Why me?”

Mason put his hand to my face like he had done before. The back of his fingers ran down my cheek. He made me shiver in a hot way. I’d never felt that kind of shiver before. Mason was so powerful, so freaking hot, he made me feel more virginal than I already was. Like I still hadn’t discovered my own body. What it wanted. What it needed. How I liked it.

“Why you?” he whispered. “Because your innocence is driving me fucking insane. That’s why. I’m usually able to turn and walk away, Violet. But not with you. I’m addicted and I haven’t even had a taste yet.”

Holyfuckingshit… he owns me already…

My lips quivered. The heat between us was enough to threaten the sprinklers in the apartment. Even still, that wouldn’t be the only thing wet in my apartment.

I tried to blame the wine. I wished I had gulped down three more glasses. Because then it would have been easier for me. I’d have an excuse. I’d have a place to shelf the regret.

But the truth was that I was barely even buzzed. I could drive. I could walk, talk, function. I could make my own decisions.

So I did.

I threw my right hand forward and grabbed at one of Mason’s pockets.

“Then you should have a taste,” I whispered. “See if it’s worth all the trouble.”

Mason nuzzled his nose to mine, but there wasn’t anything romantic about it. His lips brushed against mine. He kept going, moving his lips to my ear.

“Trust me, babe, it’s worth the fucking trouble,” he growled. “You are so fucking screwed…”

His hands then moved fast, sliding around to my ass. Cupping me. Pulling me at him. Pressing against his body. I felt the insane thickness of his dick through his jeans. I opened my mouth, but had nothing to offer.

That was okay though… Mason did.

He kissed me - and carried me to my bedroom.

* * *

He undressed me the way I wanted to be undressed. My shirt was on the floor first. His hands eased down my body, opening my pants. Mason then kissed at my chest, made it straight down to my left breast. He kissed until my bra stopped, but he kept going anyway. I felt his tongue thrust its way into my bra, the tip of his tongue slithering against my nipple. I sighed as my nipples were quickly erect.

Then he kept going.

Down my body, to the top of my open pants. I looked down at him, this monster of man almost kneeling before me. His hands grabbed the sides of my pants and pulled, stripping them down without an ounce of hesitation. The cocky confidence made me hate him, but right then, I appreciated it.

His hands then ran up my legs, around to the back of my legs. He didn’t stop until he cupped my ass again. As he pulled me forward again, I let out a small cry and grabbed for his head. He buried his face between my legs, growling as he did so. Against my panties, moving his head left to right like he was shaking his head no.

My knees started to buckle at the pressure.

“Mason…”

He pulled away. “That’s right, babe. That’s one time. Let’s see how many times you say my name.”

His hands then moved up and grabbed the top of my panties. As he pulled, I realized just how exposed I was becoming to him. This man that I didn’t like. This man that I sort of hated. This man that was my neighbor. This man…

Mason’s lips pressed against my soft, bare mound.

He ripped at my panties, demanding them off.

That’s when he reversed his kisses, climbing up my body. He paused as he pressed his nose against my breasts, taking a deep breath. The moves were wild, fitting his crazy personality, but I liked it. I really liked it. I’d never hated someone that was kissing me and touching me before.

Mason’s tongue flickered against my neck as his right hand cut between my legs. The second I felt his bare fingers against my wet folds, I reached for his wrist to stop him.

“What the fuck are you doing, babe?” he growled.

“Look at me, Mason,” I said.

He actually listened to me.

“You cut this off right now and I’ll never look at you again,” he said. “I’ll make your life a living hell until you pack your last bag and leave this fucking building.”

I swallowed hard. I shook my head. “I’m not stopping you. I’m warning you.”

“Warning me?”

I felt the words on the tip of my tongue. I licked my lips. “I’m not… you’re not… fucking. You’re not going to fuck me, Mason. I say no.”

He grinned. “Is that a challenge, babe?”

With the flex of his wrist, he broke from my grip. I felt two of his thick fingers touching my entrance. His hand making circles around me, adding just enough pressure to send a tingling warmth down to my toes. I sucked in a breath as he entered me. My hips bucked at him, wanting more.

“Your body seems to feel differently,” he whispered.

“You can do that,” I said in almost a breathless voice. “But not…”

“You don’t want my huge cock buried inside you?” he asked boldly.

“Exactly,” I said.

Mason thrust his fingers deeper. I grabbed at his arms and groaned. It felt so good. I hated myself that it felt so good. I hated Mason for making it feel so good.

“Yeah, you seem like you really don’t want it, Violet.”

“It’s not that,” I said. “Just… no…”

Mason twisted his fingers inside me and pulled them out.

The pressure was gone, but so was the pleasure.

He lifted his hand so it was between us. Two of his fingers were glistening because of me.

It was officially becoming the hottest moment of my life.

“Ever taste yourself?” he asked.

“No.”

“Maybe you should. I plan on it. Doesn’t seem fair I get to taste before you do.”

Holyfuckingshit…

I was aching between my legs. My core throbbed like it never had before.

Mason slowly moved his fingers towards me. He touched my upper lip and I flinched for a second, like it was going to sting or something. But it didn’t. He ran his fingers against my lips, like he was putting lipstick on me.

Then he moved his fingers away.

“Now… we both taste at the same time,” he said. “We’ll share a moment forever, Violet.”

Who the fuck was this man?

My thoughts were then scrambled as Mason kissed me. His lips to mine, his tongue to my lips, then his tongue in my mouth. There was a sweet taste between us and I knew exactly what it was.

It was me.

My wetness.

By far the wildest kiss of my life, surpassing the time Victoria kissed me on the lips over a dare in college.

Mason broke the kiss and slid his hands to my back. One quick twist and my bra was unhooked.

“Wait,” I said, grabbing his forearms, sinking my nails.

“What now?” he growled.

“You first. Shirt. Off.”

I couldn’t even speak a full, coherent sentence and Mason had barely even began to touch me.

Mason stepped back and put his arms out. “Go for it, Violet.”

I gasped.

He wanted me to do it.

As I reached for him, my bra fell forward. I knew I looked weird with a loose bra on so I let it fall to the floor. I was completely naked before Mason now. The one thing I said I’d never allow to have happen… it had happened. He stripped me naked. He made me wet. He made me want him.

I fucking hated him so much.

I grabbed his shirt and lifted.

The t-shirt gave way to muscle that seemed impossible and unfair. He was built like something you’d see in a movie or a fitness magazine. The word jacked came to mind, but it was quickly replaced with fucking sexy. My hands touched his warm shoulders and crept down to his wide and defined chest. I noticed he had a tattoo. It looked like a date on his chest. Right at his heart.

I looked at the ink and then up at him.

“Not tonight,” he whispered, reading my mind.

With that, Mason grabbed me and put me right to the bed. He hovered over me, one hand on the bed, the other hand opening his jeans.

“Mason… I’m being serious…”

“I heard you, Violet,” he said.

He started to push his jeans down.

I didn’t stop him.

I watched him instead.

He wasn’t wearing boxers, just like the last time he opened his jeans in front of me. And I watched the thickness of his cock appear. It was so wide… full…

When his cock popped free, it shot out straight at me, gently touching, resting against my mound. I felt everything in me tighten. Mason had reached a spot no other man had before.

“Mason…”

He grabbed his cock and stroked from the root up to about halfway up his shaft. Even with his big hand holding himself, there was still so much left. He repeated the motion over and over until I saw a droplet of a liquid form at the tip of his cock. He then pressed it down against me, leaving his precum on my mound.

I started to wiggle, watching as he lifted his cock up, showing me the thick veins under his shaft.

“Tell me again, babe,” he said. “Tell me again you don’t want my cock inside you.”

The moment was reaching a breaking point. No more messing around. He thought it was a game, and maybe it was a game. Maybe somewhere inside me I already knew he was going to be inside me. Be my first…

But not tonight.

I reached down and touched his cock. He was hard, warm, perfect. My hand squeezed around his fleshy head. Time stopped for a few seconds as the words collected to my tongue again.

“Mason… I’m a virgin…”