Breaking In

(Violet)

OMG… save me…

I blinked and smiled at Charlie.

This was a huge mistake.

Victoria had come through in a pinch for me, though.

It wasn’t that Charlie wasn’t a nice guy or anything, he just wasn’t… Mason.

I wasn’t sure what to do with the red flower. So I had to carry it around. I had to take it to a bar. And people asked me about it. Including Victoria. She was half drunk and thought everything Charlie did was so sweet.

The entire night was getting annoying, and fast.

Victoria kept making out with some guy who kept buying her drinks. Charlie had a look in his eyes that said he was already planning how to sleep with me and what excuse to give to not spend the night.

Then he leaned in and stole a kiss. A quick peck, pushing the table into my stomach, almost making me cough.

I jumped back like someone had sneezed on me.

“What was that?” I yelled.

“I’ve wanted to do that since I saw you open your door, Violet.”

“Oh. Yeah.”

Charlie just stared at me.

Right. This was the part when I was supposed to flirt back with him.

I opened my mouth, but nothing came out. I wasn’t going to force this. This was a joke.

“I’ll be right back,” I said.

I went to the bar and tracked down the bartender. I paid for my drinks on the tab. So there would be nothing lingering with me and Charlie.

I went back to the table and Charlie was still staring at me.

“I have to get going,” I said.

“What?” he asked. “I thought we…”

“Look. There’s a lot of excuses I could probably make right now. I’m just not there. I asked Victoria to set me up. It’s been a long time… not that it matters. I’m sorry if I’ve wasted your time.”

“Wow. At least you’re honest.”

“I covered my drinks, too,” I said. “There’s still plenty of night left to go enjoy yourself.”

“This is weird.”

“Yeah, it is.”

Leave it to me to make an awkward situation worse. It was why I was single. It was why I was still a damn virgin.

I left the flower on the table and left the bar.

I had to text for a ride and wait, which was like the longest wait of my life. I kept looking over my shoulder waiting for Victoria to come after me, demanding to know what I was doing.

I had no idea what I was doing.

That was the problem.

I looked up the pictures of that other apartment while I stood there waiting for my ride. I should have just jumped on it. There were hundreds of apartments I could look at. Or maybe just move back in with Victoria. I couldn’t be near Mason anymore though. Whatever was happening between us wasn’t good for me. Or him, apparently.

My ride finally showed up and I was gone.

It was going to be another amazing Friday night. Alone. In my apartment. Trying to kill time and memories.

Way to go, Violet.

I stuck my key into the lock and turned. I glanced at Mason’s apartment and knew he wasn’t home. He was out. He was doing his thing. With women who wanted nothing but his body. I guess I was a horrible person for suggesting to want more.

I opened the door and stepped inside.

I flicked on the lights to an empty apartment.

Except… it wasn’t empty.

Someone was sitting in a chair, staring at me.

* * *

I couldn’t even scream.

I froze and dropped my keys. I dropped my bag. My instinct was to run and call the police. But in real life, things didn’t happen that way. I was like a block of ice for what felt like ten minutes.

It was more like two seconds though.

There was a person sitting in a chair, wearing a black hoodie, head down.

The intruder slowly lifted his head and reached up to peel the hood off his head.

That’s when I saw it was Mason.

Fuck, he looked like a total bad ass in a black hoodie.

“How was your date?” he asked.

“Holy fuck,” I yelled. “Are you insane?”

“No. Just wanted to see how good he was.”

“What?”

“See if you were going to bring him home. And if you did, what would he do if he found someone in your apartment?”

“You are insane,” I said. “Fucking insane. He could have shot you.”

Mason curled his lip. “He brought you a cheap flower. No way that guy was carrying a gun.”

“The flower… what…”

I was flabbergasted.

Mason was worried about the flower Charlie gave me?

No. He’s jealous…

That’s what this was. If Mason was a kid he would have broken a toy to show he was jealous. But since he was a grown adult man, he broke into my apartment…

“You can’t do this,” I said.

“Where’s your date?”

“It didn’t work out. And neither is this.”

“Cops are coming,” Mason said. That’s when he started to stand. “So you better make a decision.”

“What?”

“When I heard you coming, I called the cops. I said someone was in your apartment. They’re going to be here any minute.”

“Then get out!” I yelled.

“You’ll get in trouble, Violet. False alarm…”

“I’ll tell them I didn’t call, which I didn’t. That there was a mistake.”

“I’m not leaving,” he said.

I felt like my head was going to burst. “Shit, Mason. What is wrong with you? If the cops show up, they’ll take you away.”

“Not unless you say I’m welcome here,” he said. “You make the call.”

“I have to lie to the police?”

Mason shrugged his shoulders. “You’re good at lying, babe.”

“How so?”

“You’ve been lying to yourself since you met me. I know that. I see it in your eyes.”

“You’re jealous,” I yelled. “Because I went out with someone. You were worried I’d let him fuck me. Let him spread my legs open and stuff his dick inside me. Right?”

I saw the anger on his face.

Oh, damn, I knew how to break him…

I never had a man look at me the way Mason did. Or do this crazy shit.

“How did your date go?” he asked.

“I already told you, it didn’t work out. Why? You want to go out on a date with me?”

“The only date we have is my dick with your cherry,” Mason said.

“How the fuck did you get in here?”

“Little Miss Flustered forgot to lock her door,” he said.

“Christ,” I whispered.

Fine. The second I opened the door and saw Charlie standing there I knew it was a mistake. And then Mason was in the hallway. So I had to play it off. Yeah, I wanted to make him jealous. I wanted to break him.

But he was crazy.

His eyes… they were crazy for me.

“Better really think this through,” Mason said. “How does this all play now?”

“I hate you, Mason,” I said. “You can’t do this stuff and then hold yourself back. It’s not fair.”

Before Mason could answer, two police officers came through the open door, one with his weapon drawn, the other yelling orders for Mason to put his hands up. The entire thing moved so fast that before I could breathe, he was in handcuffs.

That’s when I finally yelled, “Wait!”

“Ma’am,” one of the officers said.

“It’s a mistake,” I said. “He didn’t break in. That call shouldn’t have been made. I’m so sorry.”

“Excuse me?” the officer asked.

“If I can talk for a second,” Mason said. “I haven’t fought back at all here. This is all my fault, Officer. I came into her apartment without her knowing.”

“So the call…”

Mason threw his left shoulder. “Over there, Officer. On the counter.”

I looked as the officer did and saw a vase with a dozen red roses in it.

I let out a gasp.

“I knew Violet was having a rough week,” Mason said. “So I thought I would sneak some flowers into her apartment. I guess someone in the building must have seen me. I take full responsibility for this. I didn’t intend for any harm to be done. She came in while I was still setting them up and she let out a yell. We started to talk and then you showed up.”

The officers both looked at me. “Is this true?”

“Yes,” I said. “Uh… I… yes. I know him. I know Mason. He surprised me when I opened the door. I didn’t realize the cops had been called.”

My mind was spinning. My heart racing faster than I could ever remember.

The two officers looked at each other and then released Mason from the cuffs. We had a quick exchange, one including one of the officers taking me into the hall to make sure everything was okay. I explained that Mason was my neighbor and was being nice. They verified his ID and everything checked out.

The police left and I was then left alone with Mason.

In my apartment.

Standing there as he stood in front of the chair.

“You bought me roses?” I asked.

“Better than some cheap flower,” Mason said.

“I don’t get it. Any of it, Mason. Help me.”

“Get what?”

“Why I hate you so much. I mean, I get why I hate you. But then you do this. Roses? But call the police? That was embarrassing.”

“Nobody saw,” he said. “And I got to see your true colors. You care about me, Violet. You can’t deny that.”

I opened my mouth to deny it.

Mason wasn’t having it.

He put up a hand and slowly sat down. “Trust. It’s a tough thing. Earned, lost, regained. Whatever. You wanted to cut into me a little? Know some of my life? That’s a big mistake, babe.”

“Why?”

“Because I’m too far gone. And I’m warning you.”

“I’ll take the risk,” I said.

I slowly approached him. The room was filled with tension and lust. It was hard to breathe but I managed, just staring at him.

I stood before the chair. It was the first time Mason had to look up at me. He was eye level with my breasts. He didn’t have to touch me to have my body engaged.

Slowly, his hands reached for mine. He took them and placed them to his shoulders. Then he reached for my pants.

No, no, no, no…

I was helpless to him.

I shut my eyes as he opened my pants. His strong hands then gripped around the top of my pants and pulled.

“I can tell you stories that will give you nightmares,” he whispered. His hot breath hit my stomach and moved down. “I know pain, Violet. I know loss. I know heartache even. You don’t want any of that…”

“From you, about you, yes,” I whispered back to him. “Mason…”

I felt his mouth touch my skin. Just below my stomach, but above my slit. That soft and tender skin, making me shiver. Then came the tip of his tongue. Moving down and curling, pulling right at the start of my slit. Working magic left to right and finding my clit with ease. My hands grabbed his shoulders as he flicked against me. I moved to my toes, giving him more room to taste me.

Then Mason pulled away. He sat back in the chair and looked up at me. He purposely licked his lips slowly, driving me insane with the sexual power he had over me.

“So you want to hear it all from me?” he asked.

My body ached to be had. My heart was more confused than my mind.

I held his shoulders tight, between my thighs I shivered, my wetness growing by the second.

I glanced over at the roses on the counter.

I thought about him breaking into my apartment. Calling the cops on himself. Setting all this up to have all my attention.

“Tell me,” I said.

“When I was a kid, Violet, my parents were killed.”

His hands slowly slid my pants and panties down even more. I then stepped out of my own clothes as he continued to talk.

“I guess I was a normal kid,” he said. “A normal life. Normal family. Well, at least to me it was. See, I had a real dad, at least that’s what I called him. He left a long time ago. So I had a new dad. But I had a family.” Mason looked up at me. His hands slid around and cupped my ass. I was in love with his touch. “They went out for a night to be adults… and they never came back, Violet. They never fucking came back.”

“Jesus, Mason,” I said. “I’m so…”

His right hand cut up between my legs, touching me. He stole my remaining words as I gasped. Two fingers curled, spreading me open, thrusting inside me.

“No,” he growled. “I don’t accept anyone’s sorry’s. Ever.”

He dug his fingers deeper, twisting them. My knees bent and I thrust, seeking relief.

I pushed at his shoulders, but he grabbed my ass with his left hand harder, keeping me in place.

His fingers explored me, sliding in and out. The apartment was then quiet enough that I could hear it. My own wetness. The damp sound of his fingers sliding in and out of my pussy. His fingers were long and thick, and they felt so good. But they were nothing compared to his cock. A cock I wanted.

I looked down at him.

I made the decision. Right there. Right then.

I nodded.

“Why are you nodding?” Mason asked.

“I want you,” I said. “Inside me. I want to give it to you, Mason.”

He took his fingers out of me and put his hands at his sides.

Now it was my chance to make a move.

I climbed on the chair, on top of him, straddling him. My legs wide open, my hips rocking out of need. I grabbed for his zipper, but Mason grabbed my hand and ripped it away.

“No,” he said.

“No?”

His right hand returned between my legs again. Two fingers tight together and rubbing against my clit.

“Fuck,” I groaned.

“That’s right,” he said. “You’re going to come all over my fingers and give me something sweet to take home.”

“Take me home tonight,” I yelled out. “Fuck, Mason!”

He dug his fingers hard, twisting more. I swore he was going to hurt me, but there was no pain. It was just intense waves of pleasure. Over and over and over.

He released his hold on my lower back with his left hand and grabbed at my shirt. Ripping it up, his fingers cut under my bra, and he kept going. I put my head back, feeling my breasts fall free.

“Hold your fucking shirt up,” he ordered me.

I peeled one of my hands from his shoulders and did as he said.

His large hand spread across my back and he pulled me close to him. His mouth engulfed my left breast, his angry mouth suckling hard, fast, his teeth scrapping against sensitive skin, tugging against my nipple, making me cry out, mouth opening wide, taking my entire breast into his mouth again.

At the same time, his fingers danced an evil dance between my legs. My clit ached as my hips bucked. I had officially lost all control of my body, my mind… maybe even my heart.

I still hated Mason… but I loved when he touched me. Only when he touched me.

“Mason!” I cried out as the pulsing began.

My climax was seconds away and Mason wasn’t going to let up for a second.

He took me to the edge and jumped off with me. His fingers still going, his mouth still tasting my breast. He was owning me and I was allowing it to happen. Yet I couldn’t fight it.

As I came all over him I looked to the roses again.

That really bothered him… that someone only brought me one flower. And it was some cheap flower at that. So Mason went and got a dozen roses and put them in my apartment.

His fingers slid toward me and then inside me. I shut my eyes, feeling the pressure as I throbbed against his touch. His mouth kissed one more time, pulling away with a wet sound. I felt his nose nuzzle my other breast, over my nipple a few times. Then he grabbed me by the waist and held me down against him.

I was out of breath and he was grinning with that cocky face and those cute dimples.

I was still throbbing, my hips gently rocking. I could feel the swell of his cock pressing against his jeans.

“Mason, I want to,” I said.

“The worst part of it all was when I had to go back to school,” he said.

“What?”

“After they died. Everything changed so fast. The one thing that I figured could have been the same was school. But you know what? Everyone looked at me different. Friends. Their parents. Everyone was sad around me. Like I was sick or something. One day a kid cut in line at lunch. So I punched him right in face. And it felt good to do.”

I felt his hands gripping my waist tighter. I could feel the anger and the hurt rising up inside him.

“Mason… you don’t…”

“And I didn’t get in trouble,” he said. “They blamed it on my parents dying. Even that kid’s parents, when they came to the school, they blamed their kid for cutting. I had power. I had release. Relief. I could grieve in my own way. That’s where it all started, Violet.”

“Where what started?” I asked.

“The hate.”

“Your hate?”

“No, babe. The hate for me. I made everyone hate me. I made the world hate me. Because it felt good to be hated.” Mason then stood up, without warning, holding me as he did so. He slid me up his body so we were eye level. I was naked from the waist down still. “Do you know why?”

“Why?” I whispered.

“Because it’s the best way to live in life. They all hate me so they don’t feel sorry for me. And so when I’m gone they don’t feel the loss and the pain. Plus, no words can ever bring back what was taken from me. Ever.”

His hands were even tighter.

I winced and sucked in a breath.

I grabbed at Mason’s shoulders, tighter, digging my nails through the hoodie and his shirt. I wanted to make him feel pain. Like we were going to outdo each other.

“The roses?” I asked.

“I already fucking told you,” he said. “A cheap little red flower? Fuck that. You get roses, Violet.”

“You know that’s sort of a romantic gesture.”

“Fuck romance,” Mason said. “Stick to hate and lust. It’s easier that way.”

“Maybe I don’t want to hate anymore. And lust…”

“Your tits are too small,” Mason said.

“What?”

“You heard me. They’re too small.”

I put my hands to his chest and pushed, wanting to break away.

Then he grinned. “See? Hate is so much better.”

“You’re right. I hate you.”

Mason started to walk. “Good.” He turned and pushed me off him, dropping me to the couch. Then he dropped down before me, grabbing my legs. “For the record, your tits are perfect. And so is your sweet pussy. I’m going to pop your cherry, Violet, but when I say so. Not you.”

I opened my mouth to fight back, but Mason stole my words with his tongue.

He didn’t kiss my mouth to do that.

He kissed between my legs.

I grabbed the couch and held on for dear life.

It was going to be a long night.