Mason Mount - Close Friends 18+
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POV: You and Mason are exes and your paths have finally crossed again.
Contains: Mature Language 18+, NSFW
Word Count; 4k
Music Choice: Lil Baby – Close Friends
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The vodka burnt as I downed my drink. The questionable servings of alcohol were definitely starting to take their toll. I looked around the room, so many faces were crammed into Ben's house. He deemed it only right to host the going away party with him now not going, he wanted to be as much a part of the journey as if he was going.
I had to weigh up the options of whether or not to go, my mind told me this wasn't a good idea, but my heart wanted to say goodbye to some of the lads, they were still my friends.
However, there was one person I was aiming to avoid, even though I knew that would be almost impossible. Mason. It wasn't that I didn't want to see him, I just had no need to see him. We had split up almost 6 weeks ago after 2 years together and it didn't end on the best of terms.
We always said we would stay friends and that we would try and be as amicable as possible. However, after the DMs of him with a couple of random clout chasers literally the night we split up I kind of lost respect for him. Our whole breakup was down to his image and how he was trying to present himself differently to how he truly was. He had always wanted to keep us private, but it just felt like he was hiding me to benefit his persona and I had had enough.
So as my eyes look to the left I can see him stood leaning against the door frame, some overly plastic brunette with what I can only presume was a top on that she had forgotten the trousers for, cackling at him as he grinned at her. I could feel my blood boil already, it was so typical of him to put on this 'charming' persona when all he really wanted was to get his leg over and be done with it.
I turned back towards the drinks as his eyes flicked over to mine, a smirk now playing on his lips as he brushed the girl's obvious hair extensions from her face as I rolled my eyes turning my back to him.
"I'm so glad you came" said Ben as he draped an arm over my shoulders.
"Wouldn't have missed it for the world" I smiled back "just wish you had filtered out some of the guests" I smirk as Ben laughs.
"Couldn't really not invite him could I?" Ben continues laughing.
"I mean you could have just forgotten" I said laughing too as he placed more of the homemade cocktail in my glass.
"Forgotten what?" his voice practically pierced my ears, he was always so nosey, hated being left out and right now all I wanted was for him to just leave me alone.
"Nothing bro" said Ben, still keeping his arm over my shoulders "we were just catching up" he squeezes my shoulder as I smile towards him.
"Surprised you came" said Mason with a smirk as he looks directly at me.
"Surprised you could tear yourself away from begging over random girls to spend time with your friends" I spat back, feeling my whole-body shudder as the words leave my mouth.
"Play nice you two" said Ben as he pointed a finger at Mason and squeezed me again.
"I always play nice" I shrug as I chuckle slightly, while Ben rolls his eyes at me, laughing too.
"Questionable" said Mason as he left the room.
*
The evening carried on with much of the same, me and Mason avoiding each other as much as possible. If he entered a room I left and if I entered a room he left, we didn't want to cross paths or have to have any awkward conversations it wasn't worth it, it wouldn't solve any problems between us. We were over. We just needed to have nothing to do with one another.
It was just gone 1am and the drinks were getting stronger, and my mind was starting to feel it. I had managed to stumble upstairs to use the toilet after hearing some dubious activity in the downstairs bathroom. I looked at myself in the mirror and thought that I should probably call it a night soon. Ben had said I could stay the night in one of the guest rooms so thought it would be best to head downstairs, find Ben, say goodnight, and try to sleep off as much of this alcohol.
I walk out of the bathroom door and practically into someone. These two hands grip my shoulders as I go to tumble holding me up as my eyes shoot up to his face. Mason is smirking at me again as I steady myself on my feet and move out of his grasp.
"Had a few too many?" he jokes with malice in his voice as I frown at him.
"Maybe it's the fact that you were basically leaning on the door?" I said looking him up and down.
"Always someone else fault" he mutters.
"What the fuck is that supposed to mean?" I remark as I cross my arms over my chest.
"Just that you never take the blame for anything do you" he shrugs his shoulders.
"And what am I supposed to take the blame for exactly?" I said as I stepped towards him.
"Bad mouthing me and saying its my fault this ended" he points between us "it takes two to make a relationship work and you know that"
"I never once said it was all down to you" I shout.
"Hey" I hear Ben shout "Stop it the pair of you" he appears from his bedroom, with a lack of clothing on, only his boxers as a girl peers around the corner "you need to stop fucking arguing, I love you both and I want you both around so when you are sober you need to sort this shit out" he gestures between us.
"Sorry Ben" I said, looking down towards my feet "I'm going to bed anyway" I turn to walk away as Mason speaks.
"Sorry Bro" he said as I walked towards the bedroom door and opened it "Get back to your girl" he said as I shut the door behind me.
I walked over to my bag, pulling out the oversized shirt I bought with me and throwing it on the bed. It was one of Mason's, but I had taken it home almost after the first night we spent together so it became mine.
A gently knock on my door sounded before the door was pushed open. Mason's drunk eyes looking at me as he slipped into the room and shut the door behind him.
"Mase I'm done with arguing tonight" I said as I shook my head "just leave it"
"I was actually coming in here to say we need to stop this arguing its ridiculous" he gestured between us.
"Right?" I reply back "couldn't you have just sent that in a text instead of having to come here and make your point"
"Just for you to ignore my texts like you have been" he quips as I feel my blood start to boil again.
"Even when you are trying to hold out an olive branch you have to come and make some kind of jab or comment" I snarl at him as I lean my back against the wall behind me, my head tilting back too.
"Well, it's the truth" he said as he steps forward, closing the gap between us further "you have been ignoring me so how the hell am I supposed to talk to you?"
"That's the point Mase, you aren't supposed to talk to me" I try to lower my voice as I can feel my temper rise "we are done, I don't want to talk to you anymore, not after everything"
"After what?" he is within my personal space now, I can feel his breath upon my face "we had split up, I was allowed to move on" he shrugs.
"The same night we split up" I laugh "classy Mason"
"Maybe that's how I deal with things" his voice laced with anger "doesn't mean I wasn't hurt"
"Funny way of showing it when you were groping those girls" I tilt my head forward as I practically spit the words out at him, my lips close to his.
"Were you just jealous?" he smirks as his hand rests against the wall, palm flat by the side of my head, while the other side of my body was against the desk.
"Fuck off Mason" I said as I frowned "jealous of what? A quick 5 minutes with you, no thanks" I laugh as I watch his brows twitch.
"Definitely never heard you complaining once" he remarks.
"I'm a very good actress Mason" I smirk at him as I watch his tongue dance over his tongue, his jaw clenched as he thinks of how to respond.
"Really?" his nose brushes against mine.
"Really" I reply back as his spare hand reaches down to my hip, pushing his hips against mine, feeling the familiar bulge before his lips connect with mine.
Our kiss is rough, its needy, its sloppy. Drunken tongues work with one another, our lips pushing forcefully together as his hand keeps a vice like grip on my hip. One of my hands comes up to the back of Mason's hair, feeling the strands beneath my fingers while the other hand reaches for his hip, feeling the gap between his top and his jeans. My thumb dips under the hem of his shirt, feeling the side of his rippling abs as I feel my body awaken to him.
His hand that was on my hip moves up my body and connected with my throat while his body loomed over me. He broke away from my kiss as he squeezed his hand slightly, looking down at me, a devilish smirk upon his face "see how much better it is when you aren't talking" he said as feel myself gasping slightly for breath.
I can feel a rush of wetness seep out of my core as his lips crash back into mine, his hand still present upon my throat, just letting me know he is the one in control of this. However, my fingers under his shirt move down to the edge of his jeans, feeling the waistband of his standard Calvin Klein's poking out over the top as I tease it away from his skin before pinging it back.
He hisses slightly while he still kisses me, the hand that was on my throat leaves and trails down as I feel the ghost of his fingers still upon my neck. His hand moves down my curves to the top of my thighs as his other hand follows suit on the other side.
He lifts me up while his lips stay connected to mine, my legs instinctively wrapping around his waist as he carries me towards the bed. He practically throws me down as his lips leave mine also. I look up at him as he reaches down to grip the hem of his shirt, lifting it over his head, exposing the champions league tattoo that brings back so many happy memories. His hands go to word undoing his jeans, kicking them off and palming over his growing bulge in his black CK's.
My hands pull the straps down of the black dress I had on, as Mason grips the bottom of it and practically whips it off my body, leaving me in just the black lacy underwear set I had chosen to wear to match the dress.
His body climbs back on top of mine, his thigh pressing between my thighs, pushing them open more as I moan at the contact. His lips kiss mine one more before moving down my jaw to my neck. His hand brushing across the top of my bra, before pushing the cup down and running his fingers over my pert nipple.
"Just for the record this doesn't mean I want to get back with you" I said as I tilted my head back his lips nipping away at my neck still, marking me like he always did "it's just sex" I admit.
"Believe me, this is only about sex to me too" he replies as he looks up at me, licking across his bottom lip as he leans back up and kisses me again.
My hand runs down his back, feeling his rippling muscles as his lips travel lower down again, kissing along my collarbone before his tongue dips down and licks upon my nipple. I moan out as his eyes look up at me, a smirk upon his face as he does it again.
He pushes his thigh once again against me as I grind down on him, the alcohol causing me to feel more needy than usual. When we were together I used to love all the foreplay, the slow time spent making each other feel good before we would ultimately have sex, however right now I am becoming impatient.
His hand trails lower down my stomach, tickling slightly, as he reaches towards my underwear his thumb brushing over my clothed clit. He hooks a finger into the waistband, pulling it down my thighs and off as he moves his body lower. He rests on his knees, his thighs pushing my thighs and spreading them further apart as his hands sit flat upon them.
He smirks at me as let out a faint moan, his head dipping lower as he keeps eye contact. His tongue slowly sticking out of his mouth as he lowers it down till he connects with my clit. I scrunch my eyes up in pleasure as his tongue flicks back and forth before laying long strips all the way from my dripping entrance to my throbbing clit.
"Fuck Mase" I moan out as he sucks down on me, his hand leaving my thigh as his fingertip teases my entrance. He curls his finger inside me before adding another and increasing the pace.
I look down at him as his tongue works magically over me, leaving me dripping and coating his fingers. He brushes against me g-spot, he lets out a soft chuckle as my thighs shake involuntarily and his name is moaned from my lips.
He picks up the pace once more, his eyes not leaving mine as he continues to push me to my release. "Cum for me baby" he said as his tongue leaves me momentarily before he dips back down and continues at it.
I can feel my body lose control, my orgasm washing over me in ripples as my body quakes and my breathing hitches. I can hear the wet sounds fill the room as his fingers continue to move in me, just at a slower pace.
He finally pulls them out and draws one into his mouth licking away before leaning over me and sticking his other finger along with the one he sucked in my mouth. I instantly suck away at his digits, cleaning them as he lets out a breathy moan.
"Good girl" he smirks "see how well we get along when your mouth is hushed" I frown at him as I go to bite down on his fingers, but he quickly removes then. He always knows what I am going to do before I do it.
His hand reaches down to his boxers, pulling it down his toned thighs and thrown across the bedroom. His thick dick springs up as he takes it in his other hand, rubbing it up and down, seeing the pearls of white pre-cum seeping out the tip.
He leans his body over mine again as I reach down and instinctively take hold of his dick, running my hand up and down his shaft, curling it around the head the way he likes, feeling the sticky liquid coat my hand before coating him.
"Fuck" he moans into my neck, his lips ghosting over my skin.
I smirk as I continue moving it up and down as his lips move back up to my ear "are you still on the pill because I ain't got one?" he breathlessly speaks to me.
I can't help but chuckle to myself thinking of telling him to go and ask Ben with his hard-on exposed while interrupting him again "yeah I am" I whisper back "but if you've been fucking loads of girls this ain't happening" I reply.
He lifts his head up to look at me his hand cupping my face "I've slept with one other girl, and I used a condom" he replies as I pull a face "that's the truth, even if I've been a twat to you I've never lied, and you know that"
He's right, he hasn't ever lied, even when I called him out on the girls that he was kissing when we split he admitted it straight away, so I had no reason to doubt him.
"Besides could say the same for you" he quips back with a smirk on his face.
"I haven't slept with anyone since you" I admit, not wanting to tell my ex that he was my last man, and not wanting to give him the ego boost that I knew it would.
"Seriously?" his smirk getting bigger as I tighten my grip on his dick, trying to wipe that smile off his lips.
"Seriously" I reply back "now are we gonna talk about this right now or are you gonna fuck me?" I smirk at him as I watch him gulp.
His hand coming down between us as he sits on his knees, taking a hold of himself and brushing his tip against my entrance. I moan as I feel the way his dick slips through my folds before he teases it in. He freezes as he looks down at me before he slowly bottoms out, his eyes never leaving mine as he does so.
"Fuck you are so wet" he remarks as he grips onto one of my legs and brings it up to his shoulder, before gripping my other one and doing the same.
I smirk as I know what he is going to do, the cockiness oozing out of him after my previous admission and the amount of alcohol coursing through his veins. His hand comes down to the side of my body while the other mimics its position on the other side as he moves slowly inside me.
He places all his weight on his arms as he starts his 'push up' position as he used to call it. He would always say this gave him more strength and power to pound into me, to show me who was in control, to make my knees weak within seconds as my legs would push closer into me.
"Fuck and so tight like this" he hissed as he picked up the pace, his hips slapping against mine as he roughly fucked me into the mattress.
"So deep" I managed to moan out as I can feel him hitting my spot every time.
"So good baby" he quips back as he keeps thrusting into me, my legs shaking as his hips snap back and forward, his dick filling me perfectly.
His hair sticks to his sweaty forehead as he fucks me harder again, no loving words shared between us right now, just profanities and each other's names as I feel his dick brush against my walls as they clench tightly around him. I look up at him, his eyes wild, while his mouth sits slightly parted as he pants and moans with each thrust he takes.
He moves faster now, I can tell by the way his tongue sits in the corner of his mouth that he is close, the clenched jaw and the sloppy movements give him away. I had been so close for a while now, trying my hardest to hold off until he was ready, knowing that was the way he liked it.
"Gonna cum?!" he asks and tells me at the same time as the bed shakes beneath us, I nod as he snaps his hips upwards, forcefully with a grunt as I come undone.
"Mase" I moan out his name loudly as I am sure people will have heard us by now, his voice cracks as he moans out mine, his movements slowing down. He pulls back and slips out of me, pulling my legs quickly but gently off his shoulders, placing them down as he rolls off of me. His hand reaching round and pulling my body to cuddle into his chest, our hearts beating fast as we both practically gasp for breath and come down from our high.
We lay there for a while together, I'm not sure how long before Mason moves and grabs his t-shirt before passing it to me. I gesture towards the one on the bed as he smiles at me, the smile I fell in love with before as I pull the top onto my body, and he remains topless as we get into the bed. Mason spoons into my back, his arm wrapping around my face as he nuzzles his nose into my neck and kisses down.
"Good night babe" he sleepily said as I reply back.
"Good night Mase"
*
The sunlight was only just starting to seep into the room as I opened my eyes, my head banging from the alcohol the night before and my body aching from what happened in this bed. My mind flashing back to Mason upon me last night while his name rolling off my tongue in like a chant, encouraging him to keep fucking me over and over again.
I hear him snoring lightly behind me, his hand still delicately on my hip as I slowly move towards the edge of the bed, watching it fall carefully onto the cover beneath us. I freeze for a minute as his snoring resumes, and I get myself out of the bed.
I gather up my dress from the night before, my underwear discarded around the room too as I place it back into my overnight bag. I zip it up as I reach into my phone, ordering myself an uber, saying its 5 minutes away.
I put my underwear on and leggings and the hoodie I had bought with me before grabbing my trainers out and putting them on too. I make sure I have everything, not needing to have to come back here soon.
I take a look over at Mason, sleeping peacefully in the bed, the white sheet covering his hips, while his naked body lays there. He looks angelic, so different to the Mason I had last night, he looks gorgeous as per usual. I turn away before I regret my decision to leave.
I reach for the door handle and take one more glance at him, his pink lips parted as he sleeps, his hair messy on the pillowcase.
"Bye Mason" I whisper, as my voice cracks slightly, knowing this is the last time I plan on seeing him, especially like this. The last time I would let him hold me, the last time I would feel his lips on mine, the last time I would feel him inside of me. I couldn't do this anymore; I couldn't allow myself to go back to that feeling. We started of as close friends, and now we were nothing more than exes and that's the way it had to be as I turned and left the room, leaving that part of my life behind.
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