Chapter 14
Ash
I stuffed myself into a black velvet dress and twirled around in the mirror. It hugged me from my neck to just below my knees, and I figured I could pull off some of my funky jewelry at something like this if I wore a simple dress. I started putting on my eyeliner and stuck with a matte, dark red lipstick, and when I went to go do something with my faded blue hair, I cursed not having dyed it sooner.
I wondered if anyone at something like this would have hair the same color as mine.
I brushed it out and teased from underneath. Then I twisted it around and stuck some bobby pins in it. It was the classic French twist, just like my classic little black dress, and I grabbed a bright pink and yellow necklace set I’d made with a matching bracelet and some earrings. The pink and yellow ceramic swirled pieces were interspersed with shining, dark gray beads, and I figured it would make Mason smile after he found out I made my own jewelry.
My phone vibrated on my vanity, and I finished putting my earring into my ear before I picked it up. It was Mason telling me he was here, and I slipped into my black high heels and headed for the door. I grabbed the black clutch that was sitting by the door and made sure I had the three essentials: my phone, my lipstick, and my keys. Then I went outside to go find him.
I was anxious for the night to come. I knew I wasn’t going to fit in perfectly to whatever people would be at something like this, but I was excited to spend time with Mason. I stepped out onto the dark sidewalk that led by my apartment, and I watched Mason step out of the limo.
He was absolutely breathtaking in his tailored gray tuxedo, and I giggled when I realized the gray matched the beads in my jewelry. The limo was shining, and I was excited to go riding in one. I’d never been in one before, and this would be yet another first I’d experience with Mason at my side.
His dark hair was slicked back and his white tie reflected well against the black shirt he had on underneath. His gray pants were tailored specifically to his legs, and they were long with his ass looking incredible in them. His eyes were sparkling in the moonlight, and his white smile was broad. It was then that I realized how absolutely out of my depth I was.
He looked spectacular in a formal tuxedo, and I was slumming it in a basic velvet dress.
“You look beautiful,” he said to me, and the calm of his voice soothed my nerves.
Suddenly, I was no longer trembling with nerves and worried about walking in my heels. He walked toward me and slipped his arm around my waist. Then he bent down to give me a kiss on my cheek. I felt my body heat at his touch, and when he ushered me into the limo, I had to stifle a giggle.
“We could’ve used this type of room the first time we’d been in a car together,” I said.
I looked over at Mason, and I watched his gaze darken. The smile slowly fell from his face, and in its place, rose a hungry man licking his lips. I watched his hand slowly reach out to grab mine, and my gut began to churn while the insides of my thighs slowly began to soak. I felt insatiable, like I couldn’t eat enough of him in one sitting, and before I knew it, he was pulling me into his lap.
“Well, we’ve got the room now,” he said heatedly into the crook of my neck.
His lips attacked my skin, and my hands ran down the front of his body. My hands stroked through his hair and ripped his head up, and before I knew it, I was crashing my matte red lips upon his slightly swollen ones.
His tongue ravaged my mouth, and his hands found their way to my ass. My nipples quickly puckered underneath my black bra as his hands slipped the velvet fabric of my dress up above my hips. I felt my black underwear soaking with his touch, and my lips dropped to his neck, while my fingers made work of his belt and pants.
He was grinding up into my body, and his hands were massaging my breasts, and the little moans that escaped my lips made his cock jump underneath my touch.
“God, you’re incredible,” I heard him whisper.
The limo was cruising down the road, and I didn’t give a shit. I freed his throbbing dick from its confines while his fingertips danced along my pussy folds. I guided him toward my entrance, and he pulled my underwear off to the slide and slipped right in. His mouth swallowed my moans as he filled me just right, and my hips quickly began to set their pace while his hands sunk to my hips.
I bounced on top of his hips, and he rose to match my thrusts. The sounds of our slapping skin were muffled by the thunderous road peeling underneath the tires of the limo. He peppered my neck in kisses, and my hands locked into his hair. He leaned me back, and his face was buried into my tits.
“Jesus, Mason,” I whispered. “Right there.”
His hands held me at the arch of my back, and his hips assaulted my body. I felt my pussy fluttering around his cock and sucking him closer into me. His dick started to twitch. I jumped off his lap and promptly wrapped my lips around his cock, and before I knew it, his balls were curling into his body, and I was swallowing his ecstasy.
“Oh, god, Ash,” he groaned.
I looked up at him and saw his chest heaving with the aftershock of his orgasm, and I swallowed him whole one last time before I released him with a pop. I leaned back onto my heels while I watched him bask in the glory of his orgasm, and I situated my underwear back into place.
“Don’t you dare,” he growled.
I watched him move quickly, and his arms wrapped around me before they tossed me onto the limo seat. He kissed down my neck while his hands worked my underwear down to my ankles. He buried his face between my legs before I could protest, because we were getting close to the dinner venue.
I rocked against his lips, feeling his strong jawline lap up every last drop of juice he had pulled from my pussy. Just as the driver alerted us that we were two miles out, I felt that wonderful burning sensation ignite behind my hips.
“Yes. Mason. Right there. Right there.”
He bent my legs back and opened my body wide for his eating pleasure, and he licked a thick stripe with his dexterous tongue up my wet slit. My body threw itself over the edge. He shoved his tongue deep into the confines of my body while my walls pulsated around it. When my body had finally had all it could take, he gave me one last lick before he slowly lowered me back to the seat.
“Fuck,” I breathed.
Mason helped me get my underwear back on, and he put himself back together as I tried to fix my makeup. I took my lipstick out of my purse and used the limo window as a mirror. When I was satisfied with fixing my eyeliner, the driver knocked lightly on my door. My heart was still racing, and my legs were still trembling from my orgasm. Mason leaned across my body and opened the door, and he murmured into my ear something that made me feel safe.
“I’ll be by your side all night,” he said.
I was whisked away into the most incredible hotel I’d ever seen, and I knew, then and there, that I was sorely underdressed. All the women had expensive, sparkling jewelry on and lavish, silk dresses that came all the way down to their toes. Their hair cascaded down their backs, and their thin bodies were accentuated with incredibly expensive heels. I looked around the room, and I realized that absolutely no one had my hair color.
I was the oddball for the night.
I looked at the glass of champagne Mason handed to me and immediately recognized it as crystal. I looked around the room and saw the silver chandeliers draped from the ceiling. I felt myself start to get nervous.
The waiters and waitresses were carrying silver trays that would require polishing after the evening, and the food smelled absolutely fantastic with its expensive caviar and its smoked duck on top. The men were dressed in tuxedos worth thousands of dollars easily, and the only people that seemed to look anything like me were the people working in the back.
And even they had covered up their hair and taken out their piercings that identified them as individuals.
I didn’t really fit in here with anyone else, and everyone knew it. People shot me side glances before murmuring to their partners and friends, and I felt my body start to shake next to Mason’s again. He held me close and murmured lovely things into my ear, and I knew he was trying his absolute hardest to make me feel comfortable. I kind of loved him for that.
“Don’t focus on them,” he said. “Focus on me. You look better than any woman in this room, and you have more personality than them, too.”
I nodded, trying to believe him.
“We won’t be long,” he said. “And then we can go wherever you’d like.”
Some people came up and thanked Mason for coming to the dinner. They talked about some donation his mother was giving and how it was too generous, but they seemed to say it through smiles that didn’t quite reach their eyes. Mason made small talk with many people who didn’t acknowledge me, and I decided that the least I could do was make sure to not embarrass him while he was here.
After all, I didn’t fit in, but I didn’t need to make a scene about it. If I was spoken to, I’d be charming, and if I wasn’t spoken to, I’d stay silent.
You know, just like the rest of my life, I guess.