Chapter 4
Ash
He slid his tongue up my slit, and already I could feel my clit swelling. His hands were firmly planted on my legs to keep them apart, and he was massaging my thighs with his strong fingers. Dear Jesus, he felt so good. His tongue kept diving into my depths while my hands wrenched his hair. I wanted him closer, harder, and faster. My hips bucked into his face. I was teetering close to the edge.
“I’m so close,” I groaned. “Yes, Mason.”
He backed off, and my back hit the mattress. It was happening again. I had been so close to reaching my climax, and then he stopped—just like it always seemed to happen. But he proved me wrong when I felt him slowly press a finger inside me.
“Oh, god,” I moaned.
He slowly slicked his long finger, which was covered in my juices, before he slipped another one in. That was when I felt the tip of his tongue start to dance right where I wanted him. I bucked and writhed on my bed while my juices dripped onto my sheets.
I no longer cared what I looked or sounded like. Electricity coursed through my veins, and I felt that burning fire deep within the pit of my gut. Just as I started to climb that mountain again, he stopped.
“No,” I whined.
He chuckled from between my legs. He was clearly doing this to me on purpose, although I had no idea why. All I wanted to do was come, and he was torturing me instead.
A knock came rattling through my apartment.
I ignored it. Mason sucked my clit between his teeth, and my legs trembled around his head. I locked my ankles to pull him closer. I wasn’t going to let him stop this time. I needed to come so fucking badly that I was about to lose my mind.
The knock at my door sounded again, ferocious this time. My body was now distracted, holding me back from the precipice. I groaned in frustration. Then Frank’s voice came from behind the door, and I shot straight up in my bed.
“Who’s that?” Mason asked, his voice muffled against my pussy.
I scrambled off the bed and apologized furiously. I slid my dress the rest of the way off and grabbed a robe hanging off my door. What the hell was my best friend doing knocking down my door at ten o’clock at night? I could hear the exasperation in her voice, and for a split second, I forgot about the task at hand for the night. I wrapped the robe around me and hurried to my front door.
I tossed the door open and took in the sheer amount of luggage Frank had at her sides.
“Oh my god, Ash, thank god you answered.”
She threw her arms around me, and then she started kicking her stuff inside. All I could do was get out of her way so I didn’t get blasted by the bags she was kicking around.
“So, my roommates are dicks,” she said as she flounced into my apartment. “I mean, I told them I’d be late with my rent again, and they had the balls to yell at me. I mean, what’s the big surprise? I’m always late with my rent. It’s their fault, really, for not expecting that by now.”
I shut the door behind her. “That’s an interesting way to look at it, but you being late with rent makes them late with rent,” I said lightly.
“Yeah, but I mean, I’m gonna fucking pay it!” Her red curls bounced when she tossed herself onto my couch, and that was when I saw Mason slowly come out of my room. Dear Jesus, he looked incredible.
My core throbbed with unsatisfied lust before I turned my attention back to Frank.
“Why are you late on rent again?” I asked.
“Always with the ‘again’ part!” she exclaimed. “Look, my boss at work is also a dick and keeps paying me late. The place is going out of business soon, I guess, and the man can’t even keep a regular pay schedule. He said he’d pay us next week and—”
Her eyes panned over to Mason, standing in the arch of the hallway, and shock rolled over her face.
“Well hello there,” she said, smiling. She turned her body toward him, and Mason eyed me carefully before proceeding.
“Who is this, Ash?”
“Mason,” I said, “this is Frank, my best friend. Frank, this is Mason.”
“Pleasure,” Mason smoothly. “That’s an interesting name.”
“Well, the name’s Georgina Franklin,” she said, grimacing, “but that’s too ridiculous for me. So, it’s just Frank.”
She turned her head back to me and ran her eyes up and down my robed form. She snorted a laugh and smirked.
“But don’t mind me,” she said. “I can just relax here. Please carry on.”
I felt my cheeks redden with embarrassment, and then a hand slipped around my waist. Of course my best friend would fucking bust into my apartment on the one night I took for myself. And of course she would interrupt one of the best sex sessions I was probably ever going to have with one of the most handsome men I was probably never going to see again.
“I’ll message you later,” Mason murmured in my ear.
I nodded and had to physically hold back tears when I felt him step behind me. My apartment door closed with him on the wrong side of it. I sighed and turned my gaze back to Frank.
“So, how was he?” she asked.
“I don’t know,” I said sulkily.
I went and sat down by Frank while she rattled on about the rest of her dramatic evening, but I couldn’t keep my mind off Mason. His tongue had been thick and rough, and the way he had touched me was unlike anything I’d experienced.
The touches from other men had been just to get me naked and ready for them, but Mason’s touches had been different. They hadn’t held pretense or expected me to do anything except whatever I wanted, and he had gotten me so close. He had pushed me to the edge of that fire before pulling me back, and I’d been two seconds away from telling him I’d do anything if he’d just throw me to the flames and let me burn.
I was mindlessly grinding into the couch when Frank’s voice pulled me from my thoughts.
“Anyway, thanks for letting me crash here. You want the bed or the couch?”
“What?” I asked.
“Because if I’m in the bed, I’m changing those sheets,” she said, yawning.
“You’re on the couch,” I deadpanned.
She held her hands up in mock surrender, and I sighed as I peeled myself off the couch. I stood there for a second while she curled up onto the cushions. She was soundly snoring almost immediately. I dragged myself off to bed, envying her ability to fall asleep like that.
I wouldn’t be able to get to sleep with how aroused I still was, and I knew it. My nipples were painfully erect, and I couldn’t get Mason’s broad shoulders and seductive brown eyes out of my mind. His hands were so large, they had easily cupped the insides of my thick thighs.
I lay down and spread my legs wide before I parted my pussy with my own fingers and imagined Mason’s tongue lapping me up again.
My juices spilled out onto the bed while I began to buck into my fingers, and I imagined Mason moaning into my pussy. I could have sworn I felt his hands still massaging my legs, and when I reared my hips off the bed and came, his name fell in whispered moans from my lips.
My back dropped to the bed, and tears rose in my eyes as I stared at the ceiling. Every single time I thought I was getting ahead, something popped up that threw me back. Boyfriends sucked me dry for money, and my best friend didn’t give a damn that she was interrupting my life. I always found it very funny how when I needed her, she was nowhere to be found.
I was everyone’s fucking doormat. Well, no more. No more nights where I lay here unsatisfied and depressed. No more plans thrown to the side because someone came knocking at my door. No more divvying out money I didn’t have to sacrifice my store just so someone could get what they wanted.
But that still didn’t help the fact that I fell asleep that night fully unsatisfied and very, very alone.
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