Sophie

"I don't know, I'm over him, but I miss the whole relationship stuff I guess" You said as you slumped on masons sofa.

You frowned at your best friend since childhood, he had invited you over for a Friday night takeaway, so you brought a bottle of wine with you. Resulting in you both having a bit too much to drink and talking about your love life.

"So what, you miss the sex then?" He asked you, as you pour yourself another glass of wine.

You shake your head in a no, explaining to Mason that you just missed having a boyfriend.

"Have you even slept with anyone since you broke up?" he asked you.

"Nope" You said with a pop.

"Wait y/n/n, you haven't slept with anyone in like- 4 months?"

You just shake your head in a no as you downed the rest of your wine.

"Do you not miss It, having sex in general?" he asked.

"Im not really that into it. With Luke I always just found it awkward or boring”

You turn to face him, crossing you legs as your trying to figure out why he was so shocked.

"He didn't- you know" you put your lips in a line, feeling quite awkward about the intimate contestation.

"He used to go down on you right?" Mason just poped the question out with no hesitation.

There it was, you felt the heat rush to your cheeks as you put your head down in embarrassment.

"Y/n..." Mason didn't know what to say, he felt the sudden need to pleasure you in a way you ex hadn’t, he wanted to touch you and make you feeling things, he wanted to make you feel special, he wanted you to squirm under his touch, but he couldn't, you were his best friend.

"I know, I know" you quickly down your wine before looking up at mason.

Mason felt confident with all the wine in his system, confident enough to ask you the next question, "Did he ever make you cum” mason said in a low voice.

You raise you head to look into his dark brown eyes, mason was clearly bothered about the lack of intimacy in your sex life.

"A few times" You mumbled back out.

"Jesus y/n." Mason sighed as he brushed his face out of his hair.

"He just didn't like it, going down on girls" you shrugged as you opened the second bottle own wine in front of the both of you.

"He was a a wierdo then." mason mumbled as he held out his empty glass for you to fill up.

Once you sat back you looked up at mason, "So what, you like it, going down on girls?" you asked him as your fingers traced the rim of your glass.

"Yeah! Its the best feeling, when you put there pleasure over yours, and there all whimpering and moaning, and its you that's making them feel like that."

"So its a ego boost?" You roll your eyes at him.

"No. Its intimate, why wouldn't you want to make someone feel like that."

There was a silence that waved over the room, Mason was eyeing you up as sipped slowly on your wine.

"Y/n" he whispered as he placed his now empty glass on the coffee table standing up, you hummed in a reply but mason had just grabbed your hand pulling you to stand up. He grabbed the glass out of your hand and placed it next to his, he kept hold of your hand as he directed you out of the room.

"Mason-"

Mason cut you off with a shush as he directed you up the stairs, you knew where he was taking you and you heart stared to race a mile a minuet.

When you got to masons bedroom he gently shut the door and walked over to you, he was so close you could feel his breath on your face, "if you dont want to its fine" He said as he places his hands on your hips.

You placed your hands on his chest as you started to nod your head, "I want this"

Mason smiled at this as he leant forward, his lips gently brushing yours, "Good because I need to show you just how special you are" And with that sentence butterfly's erupted in your stomach as he places his lips gently on yours.

He swiped his tongue over your bottom lip wetting it slightly, as he slowly slipped his tongue in your mouth brushing it over yours.

The kiss laststed until you both ran out of breath, masons lips instantly attaching to your neck as he places soft kisses from your ear to your jaw. His hands played with the hem of your top, so you lifted your arms up in consent for him to take it off.

His actions were slow, liked he had all the time in the world to love you tonight.

Once he pulled your top over you head, his fingers fiddled with the back of your bra, he pulled back to look in your eyes, one hand on your cheek as his thumb rubbed your lip, the other lied around the clasp of your bra.

“You can take it of" you wisper, mason un-clasps your bra with one hand. He helps pull it off of you before throwing it somewhere on the floor.

He kissed your naked chest before guiding you to the bed, mason moved the duvet over so you could lay down. He removed the pillow from the back of your head before placing it under your back.

He hovered over you as he pulled his top over his head, bending down to place soft kisses back over you chest. He started to suck on your nipple, rubbing the other one in his hand, looking up at you as you threw your head back and bit your lip to stop a moan from escaping.

"I wanna hear you" Mason said as he pulled of you nipple with a pop, you look down out him, your mouth was gaped open. He hadn't even done anything remotely sexually yet but this was the most turned on you have ever felt.

Mason kissed all along your torso, down to your pubic bone as his eyes flicked up to yours to make sure you were watching him. He could tell you were nervous, so he was going to be gentle with you.

He stood up, pulling of his joggers so you could see his clear erection through his pants, he wanted to make you feel comfortable so he exposed himself first.

He then bent back down, slowly pulling your shorts and knickers down to your ankles, before pulling them off and discarding of them like he did with the bra.

He bent back down and pushed your thighs forward, pulling them over his shoulders, as he kissed every stretch march on your body. You were in absolute awe of this man, you were completely naked and vunrable, but you couldn't help but fell safe with him.

"Mason, wait"

He quickly pulled his face away from you, not wanting to push you.

"Are you- are you okay?" he gulped, thinking you had changed your mind.

You looked up at the ceiling as you were about to admit the most embracing thing, "No one’s ever done that before" you mumble.

"Done what?" Mason asked.

"What your about to do." There was silence as mason tired to figure out what you were saying. "No ones ever gone down on me before" you winced out of embarrassment as you said it.

Mason knew that your ex boyfriend clearly wasn't a pleaser, but knowing no one had ever eaten your out before made mason want it more.

He moved up to kiss you lips in reassurance, "Be gentle, okay?" you asked him.

Mason smiled as he pecked your cheek, "always" he smiled as he moved his head back to your legs.

You moaned out as you could feel his hot breath on your core. Mason could see your wet glistening wet passing, and he couldn't wait to taste you.

“Mase” you moaned as he placed a gentle kiss on your clit, causing you to jerk a little bit. “I know I know” mason hushed as he fattened his tongue over your pussy.

“Just relax for me Darlin."

And with that mason placed his hand on your stomach so you couldn't arch your back, the pressure of the pillow under you causing you to be at the best angle for mason to attack your clit.

He swirled his tongue around you a few times, before using his fingers to open your slips, spreading your wetness all around.

His eyes flickered up to yours a few times, as he watched you throw your head back. He started to get faster with his licks as you started to moan louder.

Mason added one finger, slowing dragging it in and out of you, as much as you wanted to arch your back masons hand was firm on your stomach.

"Fuck mason" you moan out at the most amazing feeling you have ever felt.

The feeling of masons finger inside you and his tongue swiping around your clit was enough to make you scream.

Mason sucked your clit for a while before pulling of with a pop, he knew you would be sensitive, so he blew some air on the nub as he added a second finger curling it side of you, causing you to moan out his name.

Mason loved hearing his name in a moan, he waste dot make you feel this was all the time.

"Fuck, mason. I think im close." You moan out as your toes curl, and you grab onto his long locks of hair.

Mason smiles up at you, "just hold it for a bit longer for me baby"

His words were enough to make you scream on the spot, but your held of for a little longer, mason cat licked your clit as he pulled his fingers out of you.

You watch him as he licks you off his fingers, “cum for me, y/n" the way he breathlessly said your name made your orgamsm wash over you.

You threw your head back as you screamed a few curse words, the feeling of pure ecstasy washing over you. "fuck mason, fuck fuck fuck" you yelled out.

Mason never stopped sucking your clit as your thighs and stomach started to shake, he watched your face as you approached your high, before he felt you squirt your juices out onto is chin.

You had felt yourself squirt as you removed your hands from masons hair to your face as you felt your cheeks change to a crimson colour.

"Holy shit, y/n" Mason said breathlessly at the fact he had not only made you orgasm, he had made you squirt. He finished lapping all your juices onto his tongue before speaking up again.

"That was- that was so hot" masons eyes were wide as his eyes were locked on the small stain that was now on his bed sheet. He averted his eyes up to yours to see you covering your face with your hands.

“Hey, don’t do that.”

When mason pulled your hands of your face he could see your pink flustered cheeks, and the little bit of sweat that had dampened your hair.

“You look beautiful” mason said as he placed a kiss on your forehead and jumped off the bed.

He ran to the toilet to get some tissues before wiping up the juices that had trickled onto your leg. You couldn’t find any worlds to say, and for mason he knew you to be a very chatty person, so your quietness worried him.

“Are you okay?” He softly said as he sat up.

You sat up feeling light headed as you pulled the covers over your chest, still feeling slightly exposed although mason has done everything to make you feel comfortable.

“Yeah” you breathlessly mumble.

“How did that feel?” Mason asked as he placed his hand on your cheek.

You had to collect your words for a second, you could feel a pulse in your core that was distracting you from your thoughts. You felt slightly embarrassed about your squirting, you was sure you had orgasmed before but that was a different feeling.

You turn to mason with a smile, before kissing him, tasting yourself on his lips. “Like maybe you should do it again” you smirk onto his lips.

“shall we get out of here, angel?”

when the words left his lips, it was like music to your ears. he’d been driving you insane all night with fingers grazing your thigh and lips lingering over the shell of your ear - even if he breathed too close to you tonight it sent shockwaves right down to your core. he was doing it on purpose, drawing you out for as long as he felt like it, or until you caved and begged him to touch you.

naturally, he preferred that option.

with a nod, he pushed through the sweaty bodies dancing among one another in the crowd, the sea of people at jack’s birthday party spilling out of the venue and into the car park. people shrouded around one another at the smoking hotspots in the hopes that they would stay warm. he’d hoped to scurry away with you early, thinking about taking a ride around the lot and park up around the back where it was quieter and throw his friends a quick text apologising for his lack of farewells; but that seemed all too easy.

“not leaving so soon, are you?” jack called, stumbling down the steps with his arm slung over phil’s shoulder. ben and james huddled in the background, a few steps behind the birthday boy, and mason chuckled.

“it’s nearly two o’clock jack,” you jumped in, your words slightly slurred as you squeezed mason’s hand, “i have back-to-back lectures all day and i need to sober up if i’m gonna make them on time.”

“could’ve at least said goodbye.” he frowned, an irritated scowl on his face.

after appeasing him enough with flattery and goodbye hugs, mason practically slung you over his shoulder and dragged you to his benz; his practical decision to stay sober and drive proving the right one time and time again.

the leather seat was hot against your bum when he slotted you into the seat, your vision returning to a bit more normality after the sick feeling in your stomach when he carried you upside down sobered you up. his hand immediately found your thigh as he pulled into gear, reversing out of the space and taking a harsh left out to the exit.

true to his thoughts, he circled the grounds a few times to test the waters before pulling up round the back, and you furrowed your eyebrows at the setting.

“what’s all this ab-”

his lips felt soft and pillowy against yours, despite the forcefulness of the action. you were shocked at first, your fight or flight threatening to kick in until you realised that he was your boyfriend and you wanted this too. his hand gave your thigh an appreciative squeeze, fingers dancing higher on the soft flesh.

“get in the back for me, kitten,” he demanded, lips pulling away from yours just for a minute as he drank you in with hooded eyes.

“seeing you in that dress has left me thinking about fingering you all night.”

the noise that fell from your lips at his words only spurred him on more, and so without any further shock, you wiggled your way into the backseat, the hem of your dress riding up higher with every movement you made. the blacked out haze on his car windows had never been more handy than it was in this moment - every single window including the front and rear were one way glass, and the thought of being so fully exposed without anyone truly knowing only made you wetter.

mason’s chair reclined back until he shifted right up to you, slipping into the passenger seat beside you. his lips pressed hot, wet kisses to the underside of your jaw and his fingers hooked effortlessly underneath the lace of your thong. his thumb brushed your clit as he did so, and you jolted forward, a soft whimper falling from your lips.

“always so responsive for me, aren’t you, Y/N?”

in one fluid, expert motion he pulled the thong from your legs, stuffing the material into his back pocket. you whimpered in response to his words and shivered when you felt your wetness no longer pooling in the restraints of the lace, but now dripping down the curve of your bum. mason smirked at the sight, using his middle finger to circle around your pussy and collect the wetness.

“so wet and i’ve not even done a single thing,” he tutted, bringing his finger to your lips, “is this what i do to you?”

with his finger stuffed in your mouth, all you could do was nod and muffle a few stolen words. he shifted a bit more and as he conjured up spit in his mouth, you held your tongue open with his finger still resting against it - but he didn’t want to spit in your mouth. the sensation of his saliva trickling down your pussy made you writhe, and when he looked at you with a soft smirk on his face you pleaded him with your eyes.

“please touch me, mason,” you whined after realising your eyes weren’t enough, “please let me make a mess in the backseat of your car.”

he swore under his breath, the sight of you begging so desperately in front of him made his dick twitch, and he couldn’t tease you any longer. he pushed you so your back was pressed right up against the passenger seat door, pushing your legs apart wider and wider until one was against the headrest of the front seat and one was against the headrest of the back seat.

his tongue swirled your clit, and when you moaned out and jolted forward once more he continued, lips pulling the bud between them and sucking on it. you cried out, one hand tugging on his hair and one hand used as a chew toy to stop yourself from drawing attention to the lone car round the back.

“fuck mase,” you hissed, head thrown back as he continued to pleasure you in ways only he knew how to. “your tongue feels so good.”

he couldn’t help himself when he slipped a finger inside you, too, watching you through his eyelashes as you threw your head back further, forehead resting against the condensed glass of the door. you gave his hair appreciative tugs, and every time it made him hum against your clit. the vibrations sent shockwaves through your body, and as he began to move his fingers and curl them inside of you, the knot in your stomach was inching closer and closer to bursting.

“tell daddy how good it feels, kitten,” he said, lips leaving your pussy momentarily with a glistening shine marking his chin. “he needs to know whether you want to cum or not.”

the nickname sent you into overdrive, sending jolts of pleasure throughout your entire body you could feel it in the tips of your toes. “feels so good, daddy,” you noted, words coming out in broken breath as the speed of his finger increased. he began making the humming a constant thing, and within seconds the knot threatened to snap. “gonna cum - fuck, please can i - daddy can i cum?”

he smirked against your skin, knowing he had you right where he wanted you, and so with a squeeze of your thigh, he allowed you to cum. your whole body convulsed underneath him as he sucked your clit between his fingers, the money shot coming when he grazed his teeth against the bud. you came around him with a cry, breath falling in heavy pants despite knowing it wasn’t over just yet.

he kissed your thighs, the finger that was curling inside of you now pulled between his lips, humming approvingly at the taste of you. silence fell among you for a minute as he readjusted himself, so he was now up against the opposing passenger door. “c’mere,” he goaded, patting the leather expanse in front of him.

you did as you were told, resting your back against his stomach and letting his lips find your neck. without much explanation, his fingers buried themselves inside your pussy while his other hand pulled your thighs apart. a loud moan escaped from your lips at the sensitivity.

“mm, that’s right, baby. let daddy know just how good it feels.”

his fingers curled inside of you and his thumb pressed against your clit, and for a minute you worried that you couldn’t form words. the wet noises your pussy was making made his brain go into overdrive, and he goaded you on with kisses to the side of your neck, the softness of his lips on your skin juxtaposing the feeling of his fingers moving at a rapid rate inside of you.

“feels s - so good, daddy,” you whimpered, the muscles in your legs tensing as you peered down at his fingers. one of his hands braced itself around your chest, already knowing that sooner or later the feeling overwhelming your senses would make you wriggle and writhe. “gonna make me cum.”

he practically growled in your ear at the words leaving your lips, his thumb pressing harsher circles around your clit as he added a fourth finger, the stretch feeling so delicious for both of you. the feeling inside of your stomach threatened to burst at any moment, and with incoherent pleas and desperate pants you grabbed ahold of his arm and dug your nails into the skin. he winced harshly, but it was nothing compared to the bites and scratches you’d left on one another countless times before.

“are you gonna cum for me, baby?” he asked, the words falling from his mouth like silk. you hummed in response, nodding your head and letting out a broken moan out of desperation, “i think you’re forgetting about something.”

“please,” you choked, hand now moving from his wrist to his shirt, fisting the material in your hand, “please, daddy, i’ve been so good, please.”

“i suppose you have been a very good girl for me tonight,” he teased, a smirk hanging loosely off of his lips. he pressed soft, hot kisses to your cheekbone and his fingers skimmed your nipples from their place around your chest. the wait for his approval seemed to drag on for what felt like a million minutes, until eventually he said something. “i’ll give you ten seconds.”

the words had barely left his lips before you were cumming around his fingers, hips lifting off of the leather below them as you did so. it all happened so fast, you barely even realised you’d done it, and the moan that left your lips once the release had been successful was one he’d never heard before.

“fuck mason, i’m - fuck, fuck!”

your juices soaked his hand, and had sprayed as far as the opposite window, and when you situated your hips back on the leather, it was damp underneath them. a dark blush painted your cheeks red.

“fuck, mason i’m so sorry!” you attempted to wriggle free from his grip and hide your embarrassment, but he didn’t let you.

“why’re you sorry? Y/N, it was hot as fuck.”

he sounded dumbfounded. the situation you found yourself in didn’t happen often, you’d only done it once, maybe twice in the time you’d been together, but the kisses he planted on your cheeks told you he didn’t actually care.

“you’re really not bothered?”

“nope.” he helped you into the passenger seat at the front once more and kissed your lips. “‘cause i’m gonna make sure that happens a lot more.” the engine started up and you watched as he pulled out of the lot, a smirk still slapped onto his face.

His mind had travelled to sinful places when he watched you shift, the pink of your underwear catching his eye through the leg of your incredibly short shorts. He adored seeing you like this, so relaxed and content, the way no one else got to see you. He'd print the look behind his eyelids if he could.

"Sweetheart, I've made you cum on pretty much every piece of furniture in this house. This," He gestured to the black sofa. "Has been left out. I won't be able to sleep at night knowing I haven't stuck to tradition." Your cheeks turned pink at his words, stomach clenching a little as you pushed yourself up on to your elbows to look him in the eye. You tilted your head.

"Tradition?"

"I fucked you on the bed the day we got it, ate you out on your new dressing table, bent you over the new counter tops in the kitchen just hours after it was fitted." Mason pushed himself from his side of the sofa to yours, hovering over your body with a cocky grin. "Let's not forget what happened when I had my new shower installed. I feel like it's tradition to have you begging on every new piece of furniture I buy, I can't leave this sofa out when I know how pretty you looked for me on the old one."

He dropped a kiss against your lips, hand sliding along your jaw to pull you into him and you let out a soft whimper, mind running wild with memories of all the times he'd mentioned. It did seem like ever new thing Mason bought he found ways to fuck you on them or against them and you really weren't one to say no when he was practically offering himself up to you.

"Mason," He pulled back, face inches from yours and tucked your hair behind your ear, gaze full of unfiltered lust. He lifted himself off the sofa and slid to his knees on the floor in front of it, hands reaching for your hips as you sat up.

"Relax for me, yeah?" You nodded as Mason started pulling your shorts and underwear down in one sweep, dropping them to the floor without so much as a second glance, his attention focused completely on you. He tugged your hips forward until you were on the edge of the sofa and turned his head to kiss the inside of your thigh. "So fucking pretty."

You dropped your head against the back of the sofa, pulling in a shaky breath when Mason dragged his lips from your knee all the way to your pussy, his hands settling under your knees to push your legs further apart. You watched the way he swiped his tongue over his bottom lip before pressing the softest of kisses against your clit, you hips bucking up in response and his eyes darted up to yours, that cocky grin returning.

"Always so responsive, baby." He hummed, fingers of one hand spanning your ribs beneath your shirt to keep you still before his tongue darted out and give a few teasing flicks to your clit. Your stomach and thigh muscles immediately clenched, a gasp tumbling from your lips at the instant flash of pleasure.

Mason flattened his tongue against you, eyes still locked on yours as he drove you crazy with broad licks, deliberately humming against you because he knew what it did to you. He had to press his hands hard into your body to stop you moving your hips and the whine you let out made him nip softly at your thigh in warning. You always teased Mason about his tongue never being in his mouth but right now you had absolutely no complaints as he swirled it repeatedly around your clit.

Your fingers found his hair and he groaned when you tugged on it, your neck craning further back as you willed yourself not to cum so fast. Mason was cocky as it was, you didn't need to give him any more reasons to be so. He wrapped his lips around your clit and sucked, your loud moan filling the quiet of the house and making your own cheeks turn pink at how quickly Mason could have you breaking.

His tongue slid down to tease your entrance, nose bumping your clit in the process and your mind went blank, pleasure humming in your veins as he finally let you rock your hips. He let you slip your fingers through his and gave your hand a quick squeeze, tongue finding your clit once again, his movements becoming faster as he watched you teeter closer to the edge. His other hand propped your foot carefully on the sofa to keep your legs apart before disappearing and you cried out when you felt him slide two fingers knuckle deep into you.

Mason curled his fingers repeatedly, the feeling of them against your walls along with the suction against your clit made you dizzy, your moans coming more frequently and a lot louder. He could tell you were close, he could feel you clamping down around his fingers, your clit throbbing beneath his tongue as he flicked it faster.

"Fuck, Mase, I'm-" Your words cut off on a broken moan when Mason's fingers brushed a particularly sensitive spot inside of you and your back arched, fingers tightening on his and on his hair. The sting of his scalp only spurred his movements on, the pace of his fingers driving you insane.

“Look at me, Y/N, wanna see those pretty eyes when you cum.” You shook slightly at his words, slowly lifting your head and meeting his eyes, the fire in them an obvious sign that this would not be your last orgasm of the night. The wet sound of his fingers pushing into you was obscene and you’d be more embarrassed by it if you weren’t so close to cumming. Your thighs shook, your grip on Mason’s hair so tight you’re afraid you might tear the strands out but he doesn’t stop, just sucks a little harder on your clit.

“Oh my God,” Mason’s mouth left your clit and he pulled his hand from yours so he could use his thumb instead, sitting back on his knees to watch you, gaze darting between his fingers burying themselves inside of you and your face. You eyes were glazed over, cheeks flushed red, lips parted as you panted and moaned, Mason’s name falling from your mouth like prayer.

“Good girl, cum for me, pretty.” He pressed his hand gently on your stomach, pushing down as he thrust his fingers in and out of you faster, his bottom lip trapped between his teeth. The moan you let out as you came was humiliatingly loud, your thighs clamping shut around Mason’s hand as you gushed out over his wrist, the wet noises getting increasingly louder as he coaxed more out of you.

Even though Mason had told you to keep your eyes open you dropped your head back and the fluttered closed, the feeling of your orgasm far too overwhelming. Your moans turned to whines and whimpers, your legs still shaking as Mason pressed gentle kisses against the inner side of your knee, the quick thrusts of his fingers becoming slow gentle thrusts. Your thighs were soaked and when you finally lifted your head you noted the way you dripped down Mason’s wrist and your cheeks heated up immediately.

“You squirted.” Mason looked unbelievably pleased with himself, his gaze moving from your embarrassed face to where his fingers were still nestled inside of you, his own thighs splattered with your wetness. “Fucking hell, that was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen, baby.” You whined when he pulled his fingers out of you, overly sensitive and still half blissed out and Mason trailed his finger along your folds as you jolted against him, your own fingers wrapping around his wrist to stop him.

He met your eyes again and his lips tilted into a crooked grin before he pushed himself up between your legs, spreading them apart again as he settled himself over you, both hands against the back of the sofa. He nudged his nose over yours, lips barely brushing your mouth as his eyes sparked.