A Good Shower

(Violet)

The hangover wasn’t in my head, but in my body. Waking up wearing nothing but a t-shirt, feeling places tingling from what Mason had done. It took me a few minutes of sitting up in bed to actually process what happened. What he had done. What I had done.

What I had confessed.

He knew I was virgin. But he didn’t know why. Whether it mattered or not, it bothered me.

I sprung from the bed and hurried over to his place. The whole neighbor thing had a small advantage, finally.

As I knocked on the door I realized that I wasn’t wearing any underwear. Or a bra. I was in nothing but a t-shirt. I started to blush. Mason never came to the door.

I retreated back to my apartment and made coffee. I hit the couch and opened my laptop. The first thing I saw was a picture of his face. The picture that kickstarted the night before. I hurried to close the site and tried to get work done. Staring at coding and a marketing plan was doing nothing for me.

My eyes kept looking to the bedroom.

All the things I said to Mason. The things he did to me. The way I screamed his name.

I sort of used him.

He was a pleasant distraction for me for the night. My heart twisting and aching over the picture I found of him and the first thing I did was run to another man. I never did that before. I never wanted to become that woman. Yet it had happened. I texted someone to come cure my heartache.

And someone showed up.

And someone did the job.

“Mason,” I whispered.

I bit my lip and grabbed my phone.

I wasn’t sure what he was thinking or feeling from last night. He didn’t spend the night. Last thing I remember was his strong hand between my legs, bringing me to orgasm for a second time. Then my eyes grew heavy, my body warm and relaxed. I fell asleep.

Morning. Where are you?

I sent the text without even thinking about it. Where are you? I shut my eyes, ashamed. The man I hated went down on me and took care of me, and now I was texting him like some clingy woman.

I was shocked when Mason replied.

Breakfast. Ready for more of me? I want that cherry

I gasped.

He kept saying that to me. Wanting my cherry. Wanting to take my virginity.

I had to save a little face.

Not going to happen, Mason. We need to talk about last night.

This time, Mason never replied.

I ended up taking a call from Victoria. She had a whole bunch of new designs to send over. My job was to give judgment (like I knew anything about fashion) and then work my magic to spruce the designs up and make sure they looked good when in thumbnail mode. The joys of being slightly geeky.

The launch was coming up pretty fast. I should have been nervous and excited. All I could do was look at my phone and wonder why Mason never got back to me.

I drove myself crazy, unable to focus and concentrate. An extra cup of coffee only helped to fuel my nerves even more. So I settled for a shower and fresh clothes. Wash away the night and then never talk about it again. Not even to Victoria. What I had done… well, it was pity, guilty, desperate.

I knew he wouldn’t wait for me for forever, but I didn’t expect to see him engaged.

I turned the shower water on and grabbed the bottom of the long t-shirt when my phone beeped.

It was Mason.

His asshole instinct must have told him that I was about to get naked.

Want to talk?

I shut the shower off.

Yes.

I waited.

Of course, nothing with Mason was easy.

I’m in the shower. My door is unlocked. It’s your turn to take care of me. Then we talk

I read the message a few times.

We needed to talk about what happened last night. What it meant. Why I did what I did. Not to keep going.

Right?

I looked at myself in the mirror and bit my lip.

My phone beeped again.

If you don’t join me someone else will

I felt jealous.

Then I went over to Mason’s apartment.

* * *

His door was unlocked like he said it would be. And he was in the shower.

I pushed open the bathroom door and was hit with steam. It was warm. It felt good. The bathroom smelled like Mason. That was not a good thing. My memory was too fresh with what happened.

You’re smarter than this, Violet.

“Mason…”

The shower curtain opened enough for Mason’s head to pop out. I started to count the droplets of water dripping off his face. I lost count after three because it was just too much water. His hair… his skin… everything wet. Dripping.

“I’m waiting,” he said.

“I’m not…”

“You’re in the same t-shirt. You’re not wearing anything else, are you?”

“I put panties on,” I said.

“Take them back off.”

“Mason…”

“Keep saying my name. I want you in this shower, Violet. Then we can talk.”

He disappeared into the shower.

I debated on what to do.

My body fighting my head. My heart throwing itself into the mix. Everything crashing and colliding.

I was still in the same clothes from the night before… so…

I grabbed the bottom of the shirt and took it off. I slid the panties down with my eyes shut. I was starting to hate myself for how bad I wanted Mason. Just in a physical way though. Nothing else.

The picture I found of him still burned in my head. Engaged. Happy. Doing whatever he wanted. Settling when he wouldn’t settle with me…

I stepped into the shower and faced Mason.

He grinned at me, his eyes devouring me. Scanning me down and back up without shame or hesitation. It actually made me feel pretty when he did that. I wasn’t anything to write home about and yet this monster of a hunk was all over me.

Mason turned to the side and motioned for me to get under the water.

I stepped forward, trying to hold my confidence, when in reality my knees wanted to give out.

The second the water hit my body, I shivered. My nipples were tight and hard. It felt so good I let out a little groan.

Mason touched my lower back. “So… you want to talk.”

“Last night,” I said, turning to face him.

“Nothing to talk about,” he said.

He moved his other hand down and touched my thigh. He cut between my legs, getting close to my slit.

“I didn’t come…”

“Yes you did,” Mason said. “Twice from what I remember. And me only once. So you actually still owe me one.”

“I…”

“We talk later,” Mason said. He moved his hand from between my legs to my cheek. “First… I get to come. It’s only fair, Violet.”

He kissed me.

He controlled me.

I wanted him more than anything I’ve ever wanted.

We kissed harder, faster, but he wasn’t touching me. He wasn’t making comments about my cherry. Or my innocence. Or my body. He just stood there, waiting for me to do something.

I was the one who broke the kiss.

My bottom lip quivering.

Slowly, I looked down and saw that his cock was hard again. Rock hard. Pointing right at me, the fleshy tip hitting me in my stomach.

My hand touched his chest. Beautiful muscle. So well sculpted. My fingertips slid down from his chest to his stomach. His abs were an array of uneven squares, with deep ridges, leading from his smooth, hard skin to his pubic hair down to the root of his cock.

Built to perfection.

My hand slowly stroked him, just once.

I swallowed hard, knowing what I wanted to do. Knowing what he wanted me to do.

I licked my lips.

He wasn’t going to get my cherry. But he was going to get my mouth.

I lowered myself down to my knees before him, shaking with anticipation. Yeah, I was virgin when it came to sex, but not everything else. But someone like Mason. Someone so mean. Someone I hated. Someone so big.

My right hand cupped under his shaft as I readied my mouth. I straightened my back and moved over the head of his cock. My lips touched first, followed by my tongue. I tested myself by just taking the tip of his cock first. I stayed there, gently sucking, feeling the softness of his tip. But he was so thick, my jaw was already stretched, sore. I pulled away and took a deep breath.

“Fuck, Violet,” Mason said. “You have to do better than that.”

I looked up at him and gasped. “Fuck you.”

“No, babe, you’re going to fuck me… with your mouth. Now.”

It was evil when he ordered me like that. But I was starting to maybe enjoy a little bit of evil.

The next time I went at him, I tested all that could fit in my mouth. As he reached the back of my throat, I groaned. Mason grunted and put a hand to my head. His fingers curled, pulling at my hair. I eased back and came forward again. The rhythm picked up in no time, my hands holding onto his legs as I sucked him. He held tight to my hair, keeping me going at the pace he wanted. But it was my tongue, my lips, my mouth doing the work.

Oh, he fucking tasted so good.

He was steel-like hard. A slight curve upward had the head of his cock sliding hard against the roof of my mouth. His knees slightly bent and he started to thrust at me.

“Now it’s my turn,” he said, placing his hands to my shoulders.

He stopped me from moving.

He was the one moving.

Thrusting. Fucking my mouth.

Every time I thought he was going to go too far, he pulled back. It was like he had me mastered and this was the first time…

“Fuck, yes,” he groaned. “Right there, Violet. Get ready.”

He took his hands away and let me take care of him again.

I moved my right hand up, gently grazing his balls, going for the root of his cock. My other hand moved up his body, feeling his muscles. I was a wet mess, on my knees, taking all of Mason.

He let out a deep throaty sound. I strained my eyes to look up at him. He was looking straight down at me.

He gave a small nod and I felt his cock get even harder.

I put both hands to his cock and squeezed as tight as I could, pulling back with my mouth. My tongue at the bottom of his shaft. My lips running top and bottom.

Mason grunted and thrust as the first warm shot of his release hit my mouth. I froze, groaning, letting him offer me more. His cock throbbed, filling my mouth in seconds. His cum was warm, soft, delicious. I managed to swallow him without taking his cock from my mouth. I moved back and forth on him, making sure I took all that he had to give. This was my reward for my work. And it was his reward for his work last night.

Mason returned a hand to my hair, gripping tight. He guided me away from his cock and then stood there, taking deep breaths. His cock was still massive, pulsing before my eyes.

I just stared at him. He just stared at me.

Then Mason spoke. “Get out of the shower.”

“What?” I asked.

“I’m done in here. Get out. Now.”

I got to my feet and was sort of dumbfounded. Mason faced the water and let it hit his head and body. He wouldn’t look at me. He blocked all the water, leaving me wet and getting cold.

So I did what he said to do.

I got out of the shower.

I dried myself off and put the t-shirt and panties back on. I exited into Mason’s room and stood there. That’s when everything started to really hit.

What the hell was I doing?

The answer came a minute later when the shower water turned off and Mason appeared in the bathroom doorway, wearing nothing but a towel. There were still a few stray beads of water on his perfect body.

“Now we can talk,” he said.

“Last night and just now,” I said.

“Who was the guy that broke your heart?” Mason asked.

“What?”

“On your laptop. There was a picture of a guy. Engaged. Who was it? What did he do to you? I know that’s why this all happened.”

“How… wait. You snooped through my stuff. When?”

Mason grinned with those killer dimples of his. “When you were cleaning my cum off your body.”

“I hate you,” I said. “This was a mistake.”

I moved to the door and was done. I should have known better than trying to talk to him.

I got to the front door when Mason finally caught up to me. Still in nothing but a towel, one hand holding the knot. I almost wished the towel would fall. To distract me. I didn’t want to face reality anymore. The notion of fantasy was better.

Except Mason wasn’t a fantasy. No. He was a nightmare.

“So you’re going to run instead of talk?” he asked.

“Fuck yourself, Mason,” I said. “You don’t know anything about me. You never will. You’ll never touch me again. This was a mistake. And for the record, I called you because you were easy. I knew you’d show up. I knew you’d…”

“Eat your pussy until your heart almost exploded,” he said. “Touch that little clit of yours until your legs went numb. Hold you, kiss you, tell you things you only ever thought in your dirty mind. Right? That’s why you came back just now. To finish. To taste my cock. You can resist… but it won’t last forever.”

Mason grabbed the doorknob and opened his apartment door. He nodded.

I shook my head. “I’m leaving. You’re not kicking me out.”

“Either way, you’re gone,” he said.

“I hate you. With all my heart and body.”

“I’m pretty sure your pussy loves me.”

I wanted to slap him. But that would probably only make him happy or hard or something sick like that.

It was time to rid myself of the entire situation.

This time - for good.