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Mat: Your mouth felt amazing

You shake your head at him, biting your lip to hide a smirk. Trying to give him a look that says let's not sext in front of your family, but against your better judgment you end up giving him a look that's more of a challenge, saying it's gonna take more that that to rile me up. It's a challenge he'd accept any day.

Mat: Love the way your lips look around my cock and the way you take it so well. Can't belive how lucky I am to have such a good girl giving me exactly what I want for my birthday.

You feel your pulse quicken, fighting the urge to press your legs together.

You: Nice try.

Yeah? he smirks at you, scanning your face for a moment before typing out another message. You brace for impact.

Mat: I especially loved it when you rode me, using my cock to get yourself off because you know that that's what I want more than anything

Mat: More that getting myself off

Mat: You're so fucking gorgeous when you come

Mat snaps his gaze away from you as his dad hits his shoulder with a laugh, pointing at the screen. He's expecting Mat to laugh too, but the one he fakes doesn't quite convince him making him shake his head. Relief washes through you as you're given a moment to collect yourself, if only a few seconds. You allow yourself to readjust the way you're sitting as he's distracted. Pressing your lips together as you feel just how wet you've gotten. Mat catches you in the middle of it though and types again.

Mat: How am I doing now?

You: Fuck off.

He laughs out loud. "Did you just now get that joke?" his dad mocks him. Mat nods, winking at you – "Something like that".

Mat: Bet you're wet

You: Fuck off

You scowl at him, feeling your cheeks heat up.

Mat: I'll take that as a yes.

Mat: Don't worry, I'll take care of you when we get home. Poor thing

You: You better, it's your fault

Mat: Promise.

You stare at each other for a moment, and you feel yourself relax again as he finally puts his phone down. You let yourself look at the screen trying to catch up on the plot. You've just managed to get your breath back to normal when your phone vibrates again. A tiny part of you hopes it's a coincidence until you look back at Mat – His phone back in his hands, looking at you like you thought I was gonna let you off that easy, huh?

Mat: Want my mouth or my fingers first?

You glare at him

Mat: Actually, I know you love it when I fuck you with my fingers, my tongue licking your clit. Always make you come like that, don't I?

Mat: Honestly don't think we're gonna make it past the couch, I'm so fucking hard for you baby

His eyes are glued to you as you read his words. Watching you process it, seeing the subtle tells that only he can see. How your eyes widen just a little, how your chest moves with every inhale and exhale, how your free hand grasps at the blanket.

Mat: wanna make you feel so good

Mat: wanna make you fall apart over and over

Mat: wanna hear those pretty sounds you make

Please, Mat you beg for mercy with your eyes. He smiles at you, like he just won whatever game you were playing. But he texts you again, and you have to stop yourself from groaning before you see what he's typed. Making you glare up at him again.

"I'm not doing anythi-".

"Don't even try to act all innocent right now" he warns you.

You press your thighs together at his tone, your plan was already working, and you couldn't wait until you finally got what you wanted out of him.

"Just trying to make your day as torturous as mine has been so far" you bite back.

"Is that so?".

"Mhm".

He scoffs, "right, if you think I'm gonna give you what you want you're wrong, baby."

"Wanna bet?" you look down at his obvious bulge, knowing he's trying to convince himself more than he's trying to convince you.

--

It didn't take long for you to realize that you'd underestimated his willpower a little. While the best-case scenario would have been him dragging you right back to the clubhouse right after you'd given him your panties, you knew it wasn't likely. But it had been over an hour now. You'd been rubbing his thigh as he drove the golf cart, but he brushed your hand away if it crept up too high. You'd been bending over a little extra as it was your turn to take a shot – but all he'd done was correct your posture.

You huff out, as you take the golf club Tyson hands you. Tyson's been clear enough now that nothing's happening, so you give up on the games and just think of all the pointers he's given you on how to stand. You spread your feet just right, hold the club the way you're supposed to, you don't bother to bend down any further than you need to this time. You're about to take a swing as Tyson steps up behind you.

"What is it this time?" you frown.

"Uuuh, your- your feet are too far apart" he tries.

"No, they're not" you look down.

"Yeah, they're supposed to be like this" he puts his hand on your thigh to guide your foot closer to the other, barely moving it.

"Wow, Tyson, thank you" you say sarcastically, "I'm sure my shot's gonna be great now that my feet are half an inch closer together". You turn around to look at him, only to find him blushing like he's been caught in a lie. "Are you sure you didn't just want to feel me up?" you tease.

"Pfft, no".

"I'd be fine with that, you know – feel free to put your hand up my skirt".

"Babe" he groans.

"No, seriously, I'd love for you to feel how wet I am right now"

"Shh" He looks around, as if to check if anyone heard you, even though there's no one nearby. Turns out you've been reading him all wrong, he's been coming up with excuses to touch you all along. You turn back around, making sure to exaggerate your incorrect pose again. He shakes his head at himself, knowing it was only a matter of time before you got what you wanted. He can't help but laugh a little as he steps up behind you again. "There you go baby, that's it" you say as his hands are on you again. He breathes out as his forehead lands on your shoulder, his willpower finally crumbling.

"You're driving me crazy" he kisses your shoulder, his hands moving up to grip your hips, pressing himself against you to show you just how crazy you've driven him. You bite your lip, sinking into his body – "please, Tyson".

"Fuck, okay, let's go".

--

Tyson lifts you onto the countertop in the bathroom, he pushes your legs further apart before his hand pushes your skirt up to bunch around your waist. "Hold it there for me, babe" he waits for you to grab the fabric before he brings his fingers down, running them over your clit and down to your enrance. He kisses you to catch your moan in his mouth as he starts to tease you.

"This what you've been wanting?" he speaks against you mouth as his fingers circles your clit. You shake your head, "no".

"No?" he removes his fingers, making your grab his wrist to guide him back again.

"I mean, I want more".

"Oh, so you want this?" he pushes a finger into you making your toes curl. Your brain goes fussy, making you stutter as you answer him. "N-No, I want your cock".

"Yeah?" He removes his finger, slipping it into his mouth to clean it before he unbuckles his belt, and unzips his pants. Before he's pushed them down you pull his cock out, bringing him closer to you. He grips your thighs, sliding you to the egde of the counter as you guide his tip to where you need him. He pushes in slowly with a groan, swearing under his breath as you wrap your legs around him.

"'m really not gonna last long" he hides his face in your neck, you feel his breath against you as he grips your skirt tight, taking a moment to collect himself. "That's okay" you say, brushing your hand through his hair, scratching his scalp. He kisses your neck before leaning back to look at you.

His thumb finds your clit, shaking his head to say it's not okay – "gotta make you come first". His hips stay still as his free hand goes to push your top up. Taking the hint, you remove it for him along with your sports bra. His lips kiss your newly revealed skin, before he wraps his mouth around your nipple.

You can't help but move your hips as you feel yourself get closer, your head tilts back with a moan but Tyson wraps his hand behind your neck before your head hits the wall, pressing your forehead against his. "There she is" he murmurs, letting you fuck yourself on his cock.

His brows furrow, and he closes his eyes, "fuck- baby rub your clit for me, can you do that?" desperation drips from his words. You nod, moving your hand down to replace his. The second you do, both his hands grab your hips before he thrusts into you hard.

"Please tell me you're close" he begs you as he sets his pace.

"It's ok, baby" you say, meaning yeah I'm close, but I can tell you're closer.

"No- god, you feel too good" his fingers dig into your skin, trying to hold on to his control.

"Please".

He's a mess, shaking his head, stuck between not wanting to come before you and not being able to stop fucking you.

"I need you to come for me, Tyson".

"Fuuck-" his hips snap into yours, his control slipping away, you feel him pulsing inside you as he fills you up. His hips start to move slower, but he's still hitting deep inside you. You let yourself watch him, as you bring yourself to the edge. You feel yourself clench around him just as his hips stop, his eyes open just before yours close. He holds you close as your orgasm runs through your body, hiding his face in your neck, moaning from how sensitive he is.

You can't help but let out a giggle as you come down, your legs feeling like jelly as you unwrap them. His hands move down to squeeze you thighs as he breathes out a laugh himself. He goes to pull out

"Hey, careful" you warn him.

"Hmm?" he raises a brow in confusion.

"Don't get cum on my skirt" you clarify.

"Thank you – sleep well?"

"Uh huh," you nod before kissing his lips quickly.

Before you can lean back he chases your lips, his hand on your waist keeping you in your spot as he gives you a proper kiss.

"Got any cardio on your workout schedule today?" you hum as you lean back with a teasing shine in your eyes.

"I did some minutes on the treadmill earlier," he says, oblivious, taking another sip of his drink.

"Wanna do some minutes on me too?"

He struggles to swallow as a surprised laugh threatens to spill from his lips. "Was wondering when you were going to admit to it" he smirks, setting his drink down on the table next to you, taking yours right after, and doing the same.

"Admit to what?" You bat your eyelashes

"C'mon- I've been hoping you'd get the hint and join me in the shower"

"Well, what are we waiting for?" you lean in to kiss him, but he dodges you.

"We're waiting for you to admit why you've been watching me work out in the mornings".

"You look hot when you work out"

"Thank you. And-?" His hands caress your waist, sliding up so he can brush his thumb against your breasts. He knows exactly what he's doing to you.

Your breath catches in your throat, he's waiting for you to speak, and at the same time making it harder to find the words. "And I've been wanting you" – his eyebrow lifts expectantly – "I've been wanting you to fuck me" you elaborate.

"There you go, that wasn't so hard" he lifts you up, pressing his lips against yours as you wrap your legs around him. He carries you both to the nearest bathroom effortlessly. He puts you back down once you're there, turning the shower on before you both take your clothes off. The water's already hot when you step in, Tyson doesn't waste time, pressing you against the still-cold tiles. You whimper into his mouth as your skin touches the wall. Your hand wraps around his hard cock, just as his hand moves between your legs.

"Get you this wet, huh?"

"uh huh"

"Every morning?" he smirks, circling a finger on your clit.

"Think about me during your post work out showers?" you bite back.

"Wanna know what I think about?" his question is rhetorical, as he turns you around before you get the chance to answer. Your place your hands on the wall as he bends you over just a little. "Think about sliding into your pussy. just. like. this."

You moan out as he sinks into you, his hands grabbing your hips as he sets a slow pace. "Fuck, Tyson" you press your face into the tile as you finally get what you've been waiting for. He moves your wet hair over to one shoulder as he leans in to kiss your neck. "You take my cock so well baby".

You nod – "feels so good"

The sounds of your wet skin slapping together fills the space as his hands roam your body, they stop once he cups your tits. His fingers flick against your nipples, and the feeling shoots straight down between your legs making you push your hips back to meet his thrusts.

"Yeah that's it, fuck yourself on my cock, just like that" he kisses your neck again, slowing his own movements, letting you control the pace. He groans into your ear as you push back against him again and again.

"Please, Tys-" you clench around him, desperate for release.

"What do you need, baby?"

"More" is all you can manage to say.

He kisses your temple before leaning away, biting his lip as he stops to admire the way your body moves, your pussy wrapped around his dick perfectly. He reaches up with one hand to take the showerhead down, changing the pressure before he wraps his hand around, seeing your body jolt as the water hits your clit.

"Hold it there for me, yeah?" he waits until your shaky hand wraps around the shower head before his hands hold your hips still again as he sets a hard and steady pace.

Your legs buckle as your pleasure builds, nearing its climax. Tyson wraps an arm around you, keeping you up. His name's leaving your lips, on repeat, as he brings you over the edge. You drop the showerhead as your hand comes up the wall again, your body shaking as he fucks you through your high.

Your throbbing pussy has Tyson spiraling, moaning, holding your body tight, hips stuttering, giving a few more thrusts before he's spilling his load into you. You gather enough strength to roll your hips against his, dying to hear his voice turn desperate when his dick gets a little too sensitive. He growls, fingers digging into your skin in an attempt to hold you still.

"You want to cum again don't you?" his voice is strained as he speaks, moving one hand between your legs, keeping his still hard cock in you as he starts to play with your clit.

"Tyson" you gasp.

He grinds against you, unable to help himself even though it's borderline painful. The feeling of your slippery walls, filled with his cum is too good to resist, especially with the way you're clenching around him, mewling into your hand as you quickly near another high.

"Fuck, baby please" he begs you, needing you to cum soon before he can't take anymore. You nod your head repeatedly, your toes curling as you feel your second orgasm rushing through you. He pulls out, leaning his head against your back, breathing heavily, keeping his fingers against your clit until your whimpering for him to stop.

He turns you around, both your bodies feeling heavy as you get wrapped up in each other, lips moving against one another as the final waves of pleasure leave your bodies.

You bite your lip, you'd been dreading this moment and as he looks up at you, you avert his eyes and shake your head.

"No?" he arches a brow at you, slightly amused at your behavior - he knows you too well.

"No" your voice is weak as you drag the word out a little, you don't trust yourself to form a bigger sentence. He stands up and walks closer to you. "So you have absolutely no idea where it could be?" his arm reaches out to brush over the skin on your shoulder, you feel almost shy under his gaze knowing you'll have to admit to him that you hid his razor last week.

You huff out a breath, "I'm not telling you"

He lets out a surprised laugh, "is that so?"

"I'm not ready yet" you shake your head, bringing a hand up to run through his beard to emphasize your statement.

"Well, I am" he gives you a soft smile.

You know you can't stop him from doing it, you know he needs to - for more than one reason. One of them being Lou's stupid rule, another being that he needed to let go of the playoffs.

"I know" you sigh, looking fingers still scratching at his beard, starting to miss it already.

His smile grows a little before he leans in to kiss you. "Now where did you hide it?" He says. "In my sock drawer," you admit, kissing him in an attempt to stall him. When he tries to break the kiss you chase his lips, grabbing onto his t-shirt to keep him close.

He breaks the kiss again, but as you let out a moan in protest his lips find your neck - his beard tickling your skin giving you goosebumps.

"How about I give you a little something to remember it by, hmm? make it last a couple days?" he murmurs into your ear.

You lean back to look into his eyes, checking if he's being serious.

"How does that sound?" he smirks, knowing exactly what you think about it.

You're nodding before you can gather yourself to speak - "yes, please". You've barely finished talking when he lifts you up by your waist, making you squeal as you wrap yourself around him. He carries you over to your shared bed. He gets on his knees on the bed with you in his arms still, attaching his lips to yours as he lowers you down on your back gently.

He sits up, grabbing the back of his t-shirt, taking it off smoothly. You set your weight on one of your elbows, reaching out to admire his toned chest with your other arm.

He grabs your hand, kissing your palm before placing it on his cheek making you feel his facial hair as he leans down - "focus, baby" he winks. His lips are on yours again as he works on undressing you, only breaking the kiss when he has to. He nuzzles into your neck once you're naked underneath him. And as you lay your back down on the bed you move your neck to feel more of him, feeling him smirk against your skin.

He's leaving kisses as he makes his way down your body, making himself comfortable between your legs. He gives you teasing kisses on your bare thighs, making sure to rub his cheeks against them, scratching your skin, which has you moving your hips in desperation - getting wetter by the second.

"Mat, please"

He smiles into the skin on your inner thigh, kissing his way closer to your center, "this what you want?" he ghosts his lips over your pussy, so close you can feel his breath.

"Yes"

You moan out as he licks through your folds, he wraps his arms around your thighs, making sure they're close enough so you can feel his beard on your skin as he sucks your clit into his mouth with a groan. You grab ahold of his hair, biting your lip into your mouth as his tongue works against you.

He makes sure to move his head, making the skin on your thigh feel rough from the scratching, your senses overloaded between the slight pain and immense pleasure.

You start to feel it in your stomach, tightening your hold on his hair as your mouth opens in a silent moan. You know that he knows when he starts sticking to one motion with his tongue with determination. Your eyes roll into the back of your head as you cum on his tongue, pressing your thighs even closer around his head. He doesn't let up when you start to feel too sensitive, making you moan his name in protest.

He breaks away only to say "you can take it, I've got you" before he's moving one of his hands to your entrance, the other stays locked around your thigh as he pushes two fingers in. He knows you'd let him know if it was too much to handle. His tongue is relentless against your clit as he hooks his finger into your sweet spot making you come undone again shortly after.

He stills his fingers, keeping them in you as he finally looks up at you. You moan at the sight of him, his lips are red and swollen and his beard- you clench down on his fingers when you see it. Your arousal is spread around his lips, making his facial hair glisten.

"That feel good, baby?" he smiles, you bite your lip and nod. He rests his cheek against your inner thigh starting to move his fingers again once your breathing's evened out. Your skin is already burning from the friction, but it's drowned out as his fingers move in and out of you. You sit up a little and reach a hand out to cup his cheek, feeling your wetness on him, he doesn't take his eyes off of yours as his thumb finds your clit.

"Mat-" you sigh out,

"Yeah, that's it" he encourages, his eyes growing impossibly darker as he takes in the glow your sweat has left on your skin. He can feel your pussy get wetter and wetter as he fucks his fingers into you. As your back falls back onto the bed you grab your chest, your skin tingling when he wipes off the wetness around his mouth on your thigh before nipping at your skin.

Your breath quickens again, and he feels you pulse around his fingers - he looks down to see them disappear into you. His eyes move between your pussy and your face, a smug expression growing on his face as he makes an observation.

"You're gonna squirt, aren't you?" he coos.

You furrow your brows in pleasure, unable to reply as you moan out. Your vision blurs as his fingers move just the way you need them to, back arching as you feel your orgasm approach.

"there you go, pretty"

You feel your pussy gush around him, hearing him groan as you can't keep your eyes open, pleasure taking over your whole body. You can hear how wet it is as he removes his fingers to rub your clit, making you gush again. As you try to close your legs he removes his fingers from your center, kissing your thighs, stomach, hips, anywhere his lips can reach as you start to come down. He moves up your body, taking you into his arms to have you cuddled up against his side. he leaves soft kisses on your face, smiling as he sees your blissful expression despite how tired you might feel now.

When you finally open your eyes he's looking at you with a soft smirk - "might have to consider growing it out again before the season starts if that's what I get".

"Yes, please" you let out a small laugh, your voice croaky as you nuzzle further into him.

He kisses your temple "m'gonna draw you a bath, ok? be right back"

You nod, closing your eyes again, hearing him turn the water on. another moment passes before he's back, helping you out of bed and into the bathtub. It's not quite full yet, but he stays by your side until it gets to a level where he can join you without it spilling over the sides. He turns the water off before leaning in to kiss your lips.

"I'm just going to change the sheets quickly - because someone made a mess all over them - and then I'll be back"

Your cheeks flush with warmth, biting your lip. "Sorry" you drag the word out.

"Don't be" he laughs, "I love it when you squirt for me, you know that" he gives you one more kiss before going back to your bedroom. He comes back in no time, already undressed, getting into the bathtub behind you. You lay your head back on his shoulder, and smile as his beard tickles your skin softly when he kisses your neck. His hands wrap around you to rub the sensitive skin between your thighs.

"Gotta get some lotion on that after" he murmurs.

You nod, humming in agreement. "There's some in the cabinet there" you point nonchalantly.

"Yeah, I know where the lotion is" and you know he rolls his eyes playfully even though you can't see it.

"Well, you didn't seem to know where your razor was" you tease.

His lips ghost the skin on your neck, making your eyes snap to his reflection, "yeah?" he's teasing you, but you don't know what for.

"Yeah, the style matches your bed," your eyes drift to the bed right behind you in the mirror.

His hands move, sneaking under your top, bunching it up at your waist. His soft touch tickles your skin, sending a shiver down your spine as his lips kiss up the length of your neck. "Hmm, didn't think about that," he says absentmindedly between kisses.

Your breath is getting heavy as you move your head to the side to give him more space.

"Wanna know why I bought it?"

You nod as his fingers brush over your nipples, palming your breasts, your eyes closing with a sigh.

"Words, baby" he pinches one nipple as a warning.

"Why'd you buy it?"

"Open your eyes"

You do as you're told, looking at his face in the mirror. He pulls you impossibly closer as he continues to tease your nipples. His mouth is by your ear when he murmurs into your ear. "Look at yourself – you're so beautiful like this, desperate for me to touch you. And you're fucking gorgeous when you're full of my cock." You press your thighs together, feeling your pussy drip onto your panties as he continues talking. "Want you to see it, want you to look at yourself as you cum – think you can do that for me?"

"Yes"

"Good girl"

One of his hands comes out from underneath your top, wrapping softly around your neck to turn your head back towards him, kissing your lips shortly before he's peeling all your clothes off.

"Sit on the edge of the bed for me" ha says once all your clothes are on the floor. He removes his own t-shirt as you sit down and look up at him. "Spread your legs," he licks his lips, kneeling down in front of you. Your eyes follow him, swallowing in anticipation as his breath fans across your inner thighs.

He tuts, "eyes up, love"

You lean back on your hands, reluctantly lifting your gaze to look into the mirror again. You bite your lips as his back muscles flex when he lifts one of your legs over his shoulder. He wraps his arm around your thigh, holding you in place. His beard scratches the inside of your thigh as he leaves a kiss against your skin.

He doesn’t waste any more time, as much as he loved teasing you, this was about something else. He looks up at you briefly as his tongue licks against your clit, making sure you’re still looking in the mirror. He always felt powerful when he had you like this, being solely responsible for your pleasure, being able to draw those pretty noises from you. But he’d been away a lot lately, hadn’t been able to give you the attention you deserved – It’s not that he was worried you’d lose interest, but he wanted to show you, remind you, that he was the one making you feel like this.

You grip the sheets as he sucks your clit into his mouth, the way he works his tongue on you making it hard to sit upright. Your eyes travel to your breasts as your chest falls and rises with each breath, your hard nipples begging to be touched. Leaning your weight onto one arm you brush your fingers across your nipples, the whimper you let out as you pinch one of them making Tyson look up at you again. He smirks at the sight of you, your eyes locked onto yourself in the mirror.

“Feel good, baby?”

“Y- Fuck” he flicks his tongue against your clit, interrupting you before looking up at you, a brow arched as he waits for an answer. “Yes, so fucking good”

“Look at that pretty face of yours,” he says before his mouth is on you again. You hadn’t yet dared to look at your face, almost feeling shy to meet your own eyes, but the way he said it compells you to obey. Your breath hitches in your throat when you see yourself, everything he’s making you feel is painted across your face. He’s found the perfect pattern, set the perfect pace, and it’s like the pleasure is doubled when you’re faced with yourself in the mirror. It’s all too much, your arm gives out making you fall down onto the mattress – getting lost in the pleasure you close your eyes, palming both your breasts, feeling your orgasm approaching fast.

Then he stops, “baby if you want to cum, you’ll do as I say”

A whimper near a cry leaves you when your high slips away from you. "PleaseIneedyou" your words are barely intelligible, so desperate it’s almost embarrassing.

His touch leaves you completely and when your eyes flutter open you see him unzip his jeans before he’s pushing them down, along with his boxers. Before you have time to admire him, he’s coming back to you. The way you part your legs doesn’t go unnoticed by him, but he chooses to ignore it, smirking as he hooks a hand under each of your knees effortlessly moving your body. He positions you so you’re laying on the edge of the bed before he leans over you. He grabs hold of your cheek, pushing your head to the side and holding it there against the mattress giving you no choice but to look into the mirror again. He meets your eyes in the reflection, "look at you" he coos, his soft tone contrasts the way he's handling you, making your head spin. "Can't even speak properly, huh? I haven't even fucked you yet"

He looks down between your legs as he drags his tip through your folds. You can hear it as he spreads your arousal around, leaving you whimpering as he taps his cock against your clit.

"Please" you try again, "I need you"

A drop of spit falls from his mouth onto your pussy, he gathers the messy mix of your wetness and spreads it across his length as he positions his tip by your entrance. Your senses are heightened again as you look at yourself, seeing him leaning above you, his eyes locked onto his own length as he pushes into you. He groans at the sight, your lips wrapping around him coating him with arousal, leaving him glistening as he draws his hips back out slowly. He moves his hand from your cheek, resting his weight on it next to your head as he lifts one of your thighs, hooking it around his waist as he sets his pace.

Seeing yourself like this, watching as you get fucked from a different perspective, leaves you dizzy. Even though you’re more aware of how you look than ever, you don’t care – you feel so good.

Tyson sees the look on your face, his whole body warming at how confident you look. He leans down to kiss your neck, moaning your name into your ear. Your back arches as he murmurs praise into your ear, “fuck- you’re so beautiful” “you take my cock so well” “so good for me, fucking perfect”.

His grip on your thigh tightens as he fucks into you harder, leaning his forehead against your cheek for a moment as you clench around him, feeling yourself get close again. He sucks in a deep breath before leaning back up, “baby, look at me- I need you to look at me”

The blush painted across his skin and the sweat makes his skin glow. His dark eyes look into yours, a growl leaves him as your pussy clenches up again and again. "Fuck, you're squeezing me so tight, gonna make me cum" his voice is laced with pleasure, skin flushed and brows furrowed as he slows his pace to savor the way you feel wrapped around him.

“Play with your clit for me- yeah that’s it”

You moan out, clawing at his skin with your free hand. You feel it build in your stomach as you rub circles on your clit, he sets his hard pace again chasing his own high. Instinct takes over as you move your hips to meet his thrusts, the sounds of your hips snapping together filling the room. Your orgasms crash through you, clinging onto one another as you fuck each other through it. Your thighs shake and your toes curl as he fills you up. He stills inside of you and your hand – now covered in your juices – holds him to you as he grinds against you. He nuzzles his face into your neck, breathing heavily as he comes down. His weight falls on you after he stills completely, wrapping his arms around you as he turns you both around, making sure he’s still inside of you.

He holds you to his chest, kissing your neck, your collarbones, your cheeks, and finally your lips. Your tongues move lazily against each other as your pulse settles again. His fingers trace patterns on your back as you rest your forehead against his. You bite your lips as you start moving your hips slowly, smirking as he groans before grabbing hold of your hips to keep you still.

“Are you trying to kill me?” he laughs.

You pout as he lifts your hips just enough for his cock to slip out, shifting your hips so you’re straddling his lower abs. “Give me another minute, yeah?” he smiles softly giving your hips a comforting squeeze.

“Feel free to get yourself off while you wait though” he winks, putting his hands behind his head.

— — —

You'd gone out on Saturday, you hadn't had too much to drink, honestly on that side of things you felt fine. But waking up in a stranger's bed, however, had left you to spend your whole Sunday overthinking things. He’d been great, like really great, like better-than-your ex-boyfriend-had-ever-been great. You hadn’t expected it – obviously, you hope for great sex when you leave with someone, but you know better than that. You know that a stranger isn’t going to know what you like and don’t like, won’t know what gets you going, but this guy had read you like a book and made you question everything. In a state of panic, you’d left before he woke up, even the thought of the awkward morning small talk had you cringing. And although it hadn’t come up, you knew who he was, of course you did. You assumed he did this a lot, that he had a routine by now, he’d know what to say to politely hint that you should make your way home. So you convinced yourself that it’d be easier for you both if you left without a word. Riley had given you flak for it, insisting that you should’ve stayed, given him your number – but you knew it probably didn’t work like that.

With a minute left until the lecture started, Riley had left you on read, but your head lifts up when you hear her voice. “I’m right here” she answers your previous text in person with a smile – “I’m even early today” she adds, showing you the time on her phone.

“Barely” you laugh as the clock strikes 9, removing your bag from her seat.

“At least I’m on time” she whispers to you as your professor starts talking.

You roll your eyes at her, lock your phone and look down to put it in the pocket of your coat. Riley gasps quietly and taps you with the back of her hand, “is that-?”

You look back up at her, confused, but her eyes are glued on someone at the front of the lecture – you turn to look at whoever it is with a frown.

The second you see who it is, warmth floods across your face as your eyes widen, you want to slide down in your seat to hide but you’re completely frozen. The fact that you like sitting a little further back in the room would have been a comfort if it weren’t for the fact that he was already staring at you with a smirk. You got a feeling he’d been waiting for you to notice him, feeling satisfied as he now finally saw your reaction.

“We’re joined by a guest speaker today, everyone this is, well-I’m-sure-you-all-know, Mason Mount” your professor speaks, looking proud of himself.

Mason Mount snaps out of your little staring contest, softening his smile as his eyes scan the room giving a small wave. You have to physically stop yourself from making a noise at the back of your throat when his eyes land back on you, squinting his eyes at you giving you a subtle nod along with a smirk. You try to act unphased, covering your shock with a cough, but you doubt he buys it.

“This is too good” Riley whispers before she’s even uttered the words you’re shushing her, kicking her shin with your foot, resisting the urge to glare at her.

He seemed annoyingly collected as he spoke, an attitude you tried to mirror whenever his eyes lingered on you. Your notebook remains untouched, not a single word of what was being said was registering in your brain. You didn’t expect to see him again, especially not here. “He’s even hotter in daylight” Riley had whispered to you before she opened her notebook. She knows you would need to rely on her to take notes, and she’s trying her best not to freak out with you. But it became increasingly harder as you were asked to discuss a list of questions with the person beside you. She nudges you, snapping you out of it and making you look at her.

“oh, babe” she gives you a sympathetic smile, taking in the state you’re in. To her best effort she manages to not laugh at the situation. She glances to the side, eyes widening as she looks back at you – “he’s coming over”

“What? nonono”

“Get it together”

“Fuck off”

“Shush-”

“How are we getting on?” Mason speaks, giving Riley a small smile before he focuses on you, arching a brow.

“Great!” Riley answers, setting off on a thread of lies about what the two of you had been “discussing”. Mason hums and nods along, but his focus mainly stays on you and yeah, he was hotter in daylight. The dim lighting in the club had not done his eyes justice – you were sure that the iridescent light also didn’t make them reach their full potential. His hand came up to scratch through his beard and you tried your best to not let your mind wander to what his fingers had felt like inside of you.

Your professor spoke up again, making Mason jump a little. He looked over his shoulder quickly, before taking a step towards your desk.

“May I?” he spoke softly nodding his head towards your notebook and pen.

“Yeah” you manage to find your voice for the first time since he came over.

He quickly scribbles down something, before he slides your items back to you. He licks his lips as he looks back at you, lingering for just another moment before he walks back to join your professor at the front of the room. They start summarizing the lecture, but yet again Mason had left you unable to concentrate.

“Wait for me outside after?” said the writing in your notebook.

Riley leans over and reads it too, “guess our plans are cancelled then” she smirks at you. You try to protest but she won’t have it, ignoring you as she starts to pack her things up. You sigh in defeat and follow suit.

“See you all next Monday” your professor barely gets the words out before people start standing up and walking to the front of the class, phones out to no doubt ask Mason for a photo. You and Riley are some of the only ones who go straight to the door. You glance at Mason who’s already looking at you with hope in his eyes and you give him a smile and nod to confirm that you’ll wait outside.

Riley can’t help but laugh as you stop outside of the lecture hall – “honestly what are the chances?”

“Fuck me,” you say in disbelief, letting out a breath in what feels like the first time in forever.

“Oh, I’m sure he will” she teases you.

You give her a shove as people start to file out of the room, and your nerves pick up. Riley reads your body language – “you alright?”. You nod, she sees through your white lie, but knows questioning it won’t do any good, instead, she gives you a reassuring smile.

Mason and the professor walk out shortly after, exchanging the end of a conversation before your professor makes his way towards his office.

“I’ll send you the notes later” Riley walks backwards for a few steps – “have fun” she sings before she leaves you and Mason in the hallway.

“Hey” you feel shy and awkward – painfully sober – words don’t flow as easily for you without the liquid courage.

“Had a busy morning then?” he arches a brow.

“Huh?”

“On Sunday?”

You tear your eyes away from his, avoiding his gaze as your cheeks heat up – “something like that” you mumble.

“How did I do?” he tries to change the subject, but you don’t catch on.

“I’m sorry?” your eyes widen, thinking he meant he wanted you to rate his performance on Saturday.

He lets out a chuckle – “In there,” he points to the lecture hall to clarify.

“Oh, yeah” you clear your throat, embarrassed to say the least, “I- uh, I was a little distracted, but I’m sure it was fine”

“Huh, wonder why” he scratches his beard with a playful glint in his eye. “Maybe I could give you a private lecture, y’know, to catch you up on anything you might have missed”

You hope you weren’t reading into things as you grab his hand, the look he’s giving you filling you with confidence as you pull him back towards the door to the lecture hall, “sure, I won’t say no to a little repetition”

Mason looks both ways to check if anyone’s around as you open the door – there isn’t. You’ve caught him off guard, but he’s pleasantly surprised by your actions, “ok, wow”.

“Are you sure?” he breathes out as you close the door behind you two.

You let go of his hand as you walk back towards the desk, holding his eye contact as you bite your lip and nod, “can you lock the door?”

He’s quick as he turns around, fumbling a bit as he finds the lock, pulling the handle after just to double-check that it’s locked. When he turns back around you’ve taken a seat on the desk, excitement running through your body at the thought of what you’re about to do.

“You’re full of surprises,” he says as he walks towards you, his hand cautious as he touches your knee. You part your legs for him, pulling him closer.

“If anyone’s been surprised today, it’s me” you laugh.

“Didn’t expect to see me, huh?”

“Not really” you shake your head.

“I could tell” he teases, moving his hand further up your leg.

He leans in closer, his nose touches yours and a breath gets caught in your throat.

“Didn’t expect to see you today either, but fuck- I’m glad I did” he speaks as he closes his eyes.

His lips ghost yours, his breath fanning across your skin. As he finally presses his lips against yours your hands find his neck before your wrap your arms around it to keep him there. It heats up instantly as his tongue touches your bottom lips making you sink into the kiss, following his lead. For a moment you forget where you are, revelling in the feeling of his hands on you. Then as you move to lean back on one of your hands, you knock over a few items on the desk – waking you both up from the trance you’re in.

“We have to make this quick.” you breathe out as you break the kiss.

He groans, grinding into you making you feel how hard he is against your core. You toy with the hem of his crew neck, he takes the hint and pulls it off over his shoulders. You could hardly forget what he looked like, but the images burned into your memory didn’t compare to seeing him in person again. He unbuttons your jeans and looks at you as he pulls the zipper down. You bite your lip as his fingers skirt over the top of your panties.

“Mason, please”

He dips his fingers under the fabric, his free hands grabbing your neck to capture your lips in another kiss as he discovers how wet you already are. He can’t help himself, as he coats his fingers with your arousal before sinking them into you. You let out a strangled moan as the heel of his hand grinds against your clit whenever he moves his fingers. You palm him through his jeans and he leans his forehead against yours as you rub his length. You fumble with the button before you pull the zipper down, pushing his jeans along with his boxers down just enough to free his cock.

You lean away from him to gather some spit in your mouth, licking your fingers to wet them before wrapping your hand around his length. You match the slow pace of his fingers, his hips bucking into your hand a little as you wipe your thumb over his tip.

“Fuck-” he swears under his breath, furrowing his brows “do you have a condom?”. He sounds desperate as he stills his fingers. It takes you a second to process his words, your mind blank from the pleasure, but you’re nodding frantically when you do.

“Yeah, I think so” you look down at your bag on the floor and he removes his fingers from you to let you get what you need, your pussy clenches at the loss. Your feet touch the ground, as you bend down to look for your clutch wallet in your bag. You open it once you find it, sighing out in relief as you find a condom tucked into one of the pockets. You stand up and hand it to him, taking the moment he uses to open it and roll it on to peel your jeans down your legs along with your panties.

You turn to face the desk, looking over your shoulder as you lean forward, supporting your weight on one hand. His eyes grow darker when you lift your leg up to rest your knee on the desk. Mason grabs your hip, looking down as he runs the tip of his cock through your folds. You can faintly hear the lecture going on in the room next door, and he meets your eyes again. He pushes his tip in, squeezing your hip as you gasp out.

“Gonna have to be quiet, can you do that for me?” he murmurs, leaning forward to give your shoulder a kiss.

“Yes,” you whisper.

He wraps his arm around you, grabbing your neck to turn your head further back so he can kiss you as he pushes his dick all the way in. You hum a quiet moan into the kiss as he sets a slow pace at first. He snaps his hips harder against you leaving you gasping into his mouth. He can’t help the breathy groan that leaves him as you clench around him, and he hides his face in your neck, moving one hand to cover your mouth as the other finds your clit.

“Fuck- you take me so well” his voice is hushed as he speaks against your skin. You moan into his hand, clenching down on him again as his fingers circle your clit. Your legs start to feel weak and your grip the edge of the desk to hold yourself up. He reads you like an open book, but he doesn’t want you to cum like this – so he pulls out.

“Wanna see your face” he turns you around and lifts you up, putting you on the desk with ease. He guides you to lay down and pushes your top up to reveal your bra, pulling that down to play with your nipples as he nudges his nose against yours and you chase his lips. He moves down your body, smirking up at you as he licks your nipples on his way down and you arch your back to press your chest into him.

You move your legs to rest your knees on his shoulders as he settles between your legs. He softly kisses your clit before wrapping his lips around it, his tongue licks through your folds and he groans as he tastes your arousal. “I can’t get enough of you,” he thinks out loud, before sucking your clit into his mouth unable to help himself from savouring you despite where you are.

“Mason” you urge him with a breathy moan, trying to remind him that you really don’t have time for this, no matter how much you want it. He hums against you to tease you, making you pull his hair to get his mouth off you.

“Mason, please fuck me”

“So polite” he smiles, kissing your stomach before he’s standing up, your legs falling off his shoulders in the process but he catches them, letting them rest on the inside of his elbows. He grips your thighs to slide you to the edge of the desk and you reach a hand down to guide his tip to your entrance. He sinks into you, and lets go of your right leg to cup your cheek as he kisses you. You can hear how wet you are as his cock slides in and out, making you whimper into the kiss.

His hips find the perfect pace, the way he’s fucking into you has your toes curling. He adjusts the angle of his hips, brushing past your g-spot with every thrust now – the moan you let out can’t be helped and he quickly moves his hand to cover your mouth again. Once you’ve quieted down he taps two fingers against your lips, a silent ask for you to part them. You suck his fingers into your mouth, he pulls them out once you’ve wet them for him, sneaking his hand between your bodies to find your clit. You feel him everywhere, and it overwhelms you with pleasure – you throw your head back and bite down on your own hand to suppress another moan.

Mason admires the way your skin glows with sweat, he knows you’re close by the way your pussy flutters around him having committed it to memory from the last time. You felt heavenly, your pussy wrapped around him might drive him crazy.

“You gonna cum for me?” he urges you as he could feel himself get closer and closer as well – there was no way he’d cum without seeing you unravel first.

You nod, you remove your hand from your mouth but you can’t find the words, a shuddering breath leaving you instead.

“Good girl – that's a good fucking girl,” he murmurs into your ear, his words sink into your skin, warming you up. You arch into him, your hand grips onto his hair to pull him close making his lips ghost yours. Your other hand searches for something to grab onto as you feel the knot in your stomach tighten even more, on the verge of snapping. He grabs your free hand in his, pinning it by the side of your head as he keeps his perfect pace. Your pussy starts to flutter around him as your orgasm starts to run through you.

“That’s it” he coos, capturing your lips in a kiss to swallow your moans, fucking you through your high as his own approaches. With another couple of frantic thrusts, he spills into the condom, kissing you harder to suppress his groan. His hands wrap around you, pulling you up, through your hazy mind you wrap your own arms over his shoulders as he buries his head in your neck. You breathe heavily in unison, and you feel him smile against your skin making you let out a laugh.

“Fuck me” you swear, still wrapping your head around the fact that you’d just fucked Mason on your professor’s desk. Knowing that every Monday from now, there was no way you’d be able to pay attention.

“I just did” he leans back to look at you with a smirk, “but by all means, I’ll do it again”

Your head falls to his chest with a laugh – “maybe not here” you scrunch your nose as you look back up at him.

He can’t help but kiss you, “you’re probably right”.

He squeezes your hip reassuringly as he slides out of you before looking for a bin. He sees one under the desk, and while you stand up he walks over to discard the condom. Your legs feel a little weak as you find your panties and jeans. Looking over you see Mason covering the condom with a few pieces of paper, and your cheeks flush with warmth at the thought of anyone finding it.

You both get dressed and for the first time since you met him, he seems a little shy, the fact that the last time you’d slept together you’d left without a word hitting him now. He clears his throat before speaking, lacking the confidence he usually has – “do you have any plans for the rest of the day?” his eyes study yours as he waits for your answer

“Not yet” you hum taking a step towards him.

“Can I take you out?” he’s slightly more confident, a hopeful look in his eyes.

“I’d really like that” you smile.

“Yeah?” He grins before adding “can I borrow your notebook again?”

“Uh- sure” you’re confused, but entertain him nonetheless, grabbing your bag to fish out your notebook and pen before handing them to him. He flips to the page he wrote on earlier and scribbles down something quickly before handing it back to you.

“I’m not letting you leave before I give you my number this time” he gives you a pointed but playful look.

— — —

He'd spent a little time in New York before going home, and the two of you wanted to try something new. So you both went and got tested, and as soon as you were both clear you had the best sex of your life for a whole week. Feeling him bare inside of you filling you with his cum had been so intimate, and something had shifted between you two, but you never talked about it. It wasn't like you'd not kept in touch, you talked almost every day. But now that he was home you just assumed he'd live his life in B.C., even though you couldn't bring yourself to sleep with someone else, you wouldn't blame him for doing so - at least you tried your best to not get jealous thinking about it.

Mat had come back to Long Island last night and was on his way over right now and before you know it there's a knock on your door. You barely have time to take him in after opening the door before his lips are attached to yours.

"Fuck, I've missed you" he moves you both into your apartment before he pushes you against the door, closing it in the process, hands roaming your body as his lips find your neck.

You moan - "I've missed you too" your hands finding his hair, threading through it finally after all this time.

You stumble your way to your bedroom, lips attached, only breaking apart to laugh as your feet trip up a little every now and then.

"Need you" he begs, clawing at your clothes - you find yourself nodding in agreement.

Time's a blur as your clothes find their way onto the floor, your bodies landing in your bed. He's between your legs drawing sounds of pleasure from you with his tongue.

"Taste so fuckin' good for me"

His grip on you makes it near impossible for you to move your hips the way you desperately need to when his grunts vibrate against your clit. It's almost embarrassing how fast you cum, but you don't care as he smirks against you. His lips mark the path as he makes his way up your body.

"I wanna feel you around me, all of you" he's breathless, pausing for a moment before adding. "I don't- I haven't slept with anyone since-" hopefully searching your eyes as he trails off.

Your body flushes with warmth, "I haven't either"

There's something in the way he looks at you that you can't quite place, it remains unspoken as his lips find yours again. You break the kiss with a moan as he drags the tip of his cock between your lips, teasing your clit.

"You want it?" he murmurs.

"Yes Mat, please" you breathe out.

He spits onto his hand before spreading it on his length, notching his cock at your entrance before pushing in, filling you up inch by inch. You grab his arms, breathing deeply to adjust to him after all this time. His thumb flicks your clit as he stays still deep inside of you. He drops his forehead against yours as you clench around him.

"it's even better than I remembered, fuck-"

You moan his name as his thumb continues flicking against you but his hips stay still - "please, fuck me"

He kisses your lips, speaking against your lips "wanna make you cum like this for me - wanna feel your pussy as you cum around me".

You whimper, clenching around him again, feeling yourself get wetter from his words.

He leans back to watch your face, holding your hip with one hand letting you move your hips just slightly as his thumb finds the perfect pace, circling your clit in sync with your breath. He speeds up when he notices your breaths getting shorter watching your pleasure-ridden face as you try to fuck yourself on his cock to no avail.

He remembers this part clearly. The way your pussy flutters around him, how your back arches, and the look on your face - "you gonna cum for me, baby?"

"yes, please please keep going"

He groans out as your orgasm hits you, holding your hip tighter as your legs start to shake, pleasure taking over your body. His thumb doesn't give up until the wave has passed, giving you just a moment before he starts moving his hips.

Your hands desperately search for something to hold as your senses go into overload. He hooks your thighs on his waist before leaning down, taking your hands in his and pressing them down to the mattress on each side of your head. His nose brushes against yours as he sets a slow pace, grinding against you each time he bottoms out.

You feel him everywhere, your body tingling with the way he's making you feel. The look in his eyes from earlier is still there as you gaze into them, only now you know what it is - it's in your eyes too.

His name leaves your lips as you squeeze his hands.

"I know, me too baby" he murmurs.

His lips find yours again, barely leaving them until you're both panting, breaths mixing together as you both reach your highs. He puts his weight on you when you've come down, knowing you don't mind - knowing you actually love to feel him on top of you. He nuzzles into your neck as he slips out of you and you sigh when you feel his lips on your skin. Your fingers switch between tracing patterns on his back and brushing through his hair. His lips kiss you wherever he can reach as his hands get reacquainted with your curves. You're not sure how long you stay cuddled up, but it doesn't feel long enough when he starts to move away from you.

"C'mon," he pulls you with him to the bathroom where he turns the shower on. As you take turns washing each other, you feel his love for you through his hands. Neither of you needs to say it, you both know now, but he still presses you against the shower wall, tilting your head up to kiss you.

You smile at the waitress and thank her as she places your food in front of you. The conversation you’d been having dies down a little as you take the first few bites of your food. His brown eyes looking at you softly to catch your reaction, he silently asks you what you think as he chews his own food. You nod instantly, humming to let him know you like it.

“Amazing,” you say as you’ve finally swallowed.

“Mmm- You’ve gotta try this too,” Mason says, his hand in front of his mouth as he hadn’t finished chewing before he spoke. Gathering the essential parts of his dish on a fork and offering it to you over the table. You take a quick sip of water before leaning over the table a little, meeting his eyes as you accept his offer. He holds the fork for you as you take the bite, and your cheeks flush with warmth at the intimacy of the gesture.

“It’s my favourite,” he says, watching you intently, and you notice a faint blush on his cheeks.

“It’s really good- do you wanna try some of mine?” you offer. Before he’s even said yes, his fork has reached over the table and grabbed a bit of your dish making you laugh at his eagerness.

He then picks up where you’d left the conversation before your food arrived, reminding you where in your story you were. Your heart picks up at the level of attention he’s paying you – it’s minimal effort, but an effort not a lot of guys show. The way he’s looking at you as you speak, hanging onto every word, makes you realize how wrong you’d been in leaving that morning.

“So-” he begins after you’ve finished your story, not yet knowing how he wants to word himself.

“Mhm,” you say, wiping a napkin over your mouth delicately.

“Yesterday morning” he arches a brow a little sheepishly, the way he says it sounds like a question.

You were far from the first girl he’d taken home, but no one had ever walked out before he woke up. It left him caught off guard – he surprised himself as he felt disappointed that the bed was empty next to him. Sure, the sex had been great, really great, but honestly, you’d intrigued him from the first moment you met by the bar. You were funny, sweet, and you had really kind eyes.

You feel a little embarrassed, making you avoid his gaze for a moment as you collect yourself. All day yesterday you’d tried to convince yourself that leaving before he woke up was the right thing to do – that it saved you both trouble and you were unlikely to see each other again anyway. But when you saw him this morning it was like the universe was telling you how wrong you had been.

“I guess I freaked myself out a little” you don’t know how else to put it.

“How come?”

You huff out a breath, “the morning after is always awkward, right?”

He scrunches his nose a little and nods.

“And I made some assumptions-” you take a moment to think, choosing your words carefully, “-about you. Which I realize wasn’t fair, but in the moment I figured I’d save us the awkwardness of you trying to get me to leave”

He lets your words sink in for a second – you didn’t need to tell him what assumptions you’d made, and he couldn’t really blame you either. Sure, he’d normally at least offer his overnight guests tea to be polite, but he rarely had intentions of seeing them again. You had no way of knowing that he didn’t normally talk and smile and laugh as much as he had with you.

“I’m sorry,” you say, making him smile

“No, it’s ok, I understand” his eyes are genuine before he smirks, “you missed out on a hell of a breakfast though, not to mention tea.”

You laugh, a small weight lifts off your shoulders from his joke about it and you smirk back – “I’ll believe it when I see it”

“Well, are you free this weekend?” he quips, hoping to get a chance to prove himself.

“Yeah” you bite your lip.

— — —

You were late.

For the first time, you were late for your class. The tables had turned, and Riley was having too much fun pointing it out to you in your text messages.

You’d ended up seeing Mason again during the weekend. He’d had a match on Saturday, but he picked you up after to take you back to his place, where he made you both dinner. You ended up on the couch after, putting on a series which you both ignored, too caught up in each other’s lips. Inevitably you ended up in his bedroom, where he had you moaning out his name in pleasure, coming on his tongue and then his cock as you rode him. The next morning, as promised, he made you breakfast, which you ate in bed, along with a cup of tea. Then he had to go to training for a bit, but he told you to make yourself at home while he was gone. You took a shower in his absence, unable to help yourself from snooping at what kind of products he had. Then you got comfortable on his couch, continuing the show you’d “watched” the day before until he came back. He had the rest of the day off, and he kept telling you to let him know when you wanted to go home. He knew you had a lecture the next day – how could he forget? But you didn’t want to leave, and before you knew it, it was late. He was the one that noticed, urging you both up off the couch so he could drive you home.

You’d gotten back to your place at a reasonable-ish time in the end but he’d occupied your mind completely, and at one point you gave up even trying to sleep because you didn’t feel tired at all. Instead, you’d put on your favorite series and watched who knows how many episodes before sleep finally took over your body. One too many snoozes to your alarm the next morning had left you scrambling out of bed when Riley called you. She knew you must’ve slept in or something when she didn’t get a text from you before class. You’d thrown on the first outfit you came across and ran out the door – breakfast be damned.

You were out of breath when you walked into your lecture hall over half an hour late, avoiding the stares you’d attracted as you walked to your seat. Riley moved her bag out of your seat, and slid a breakfast muffin and a coffee over to you, “coffee’s probably cold, but-” she whispered with a shrug.

“Thank you” you sigh out in relief.

You hastily pull out your laptop and notebook, but as you flip open your notebook you’re quickly reminded of how the next few hours will play out for you. His handwriting stares back at you before you flip the page over to an empty one, lifting your eyes to the desk at the front of the room. The desk where you and Mason had fucked only a week ago. Riley looks at you, and bites her tongue – you’d told her, of course – maybe one day she could joke about it without you turning into an embarrassed mess.

You lose count of the number of times your thoughts wander, having to physically shake your head out of it. Having an essay due in a few weeks, you can’t keep going like this. He was going to make you fail this module at this rate – no, it wouldn’t be fair to blame him, you think. But you couldn’t afford to let a guy come before your studies, no matter how perfect he seemed. And, you’d only known him a couple weeks.

You need to set some rules for yourself – you can still meet up with him, but you do have to prioritize your education. So after he texts you after your lecture to see if you’re free on Wednesday evening, you tell yourself you have to turn him down. You suggest the weekend instead, but that doesn’t work out for him. And that’s how it goes the following week too, neither of you finding a time that fits into your schedule. With your deadline coming up you’re getting more and more stressed, leaving his messages unanswered for hours as you turn your phone off to study. You feel stupid using the same excuse over and over, there’s only so much you can blame your studies before it becomes repetitive. And you don’t want to bother him too much with the fact that you’re stressed either, he definitely has more important things to worry about.

— — —

Four days before your essay’s due Riley begs you to take some time off and message Mason to see if he has time to meet up. She convinces you to let go of the books for an evening, but your hopes aren’t high as you send a text to Mason. You’re surprised when he says yes, but he lets you know he only has a few hours to spare so he suggests he drives over to your place in Twickenham. You both settle on getting a coffee and going for a little walk by the Thames. You have a little over half an hour to make yourself presentable as he said he would drive as soon as he could.

Time goes by in the blink of an eye, and before you know it he’s calling you to let you know he’s found a parking spot and is waiting outside. You grab a coat and let him know you’ll be right down as you give your two roommates a nonchalant wave when you walk out the door.

“Hi” you breathe out when you see him, a little out of breath from rushing down the stairs of your building.

“Hey” he greets you with a brief hug.

Having not seen him in what felt like so long, the ice that had been broken between you felt like it had frozen over again – at least just a little bit.

“There’s this cute café right around the corner, coffee’s really good” you nudge your head in its direction.

“Lead the way,” he smiles.

You make small talk as you wait for your coffees, catching up but only scratching the surface really. You try to steer the conversation over to him because the only thing you’d been up to lately was burying yourself in books and articles and you’d rather not think about that right now. He opens the door for you as you walk out, following your lead as you made your way to the trail next to the river.

“Enough about me, how have you been?” he takes a sip of his coffee, making a hum of approval when he tastes it.

You breathe out a laugh, trying to mask the stress you’ve been under – “I’ve been alright” you try.

“Yeah?” he’s asking you to elaborate.

“There’s just a lot to do right now,”

“Yeah, I figured. How’s your essay going?”

You take a sip of your coffee as you think about how to answer him – “honestly, It’s really stressing me out” you decide to admit.

“Oh?”

“Yeah, I feel like I’m so behind on everything. I’ve got one essay due in four days, and another one a week after that, and then there’s work placement. And I feel like I don’t have time to do anything else between all of that. And then there’s you- I’ve felt so bad for not making an effort, and I know how it must look – like using the same excuse over and over-“. You notice how long you’ve been talking as you reach the river, suddenly feeling embarrassed at your outburst. “I’m sorry I didn’t mean to ramble on like that”

“Hey, no.” he shakes his head, turning towards you, reaching out to put a caring hand on your shoulder, “you don’t have to apologize for rambling.” he gives you a stern but soft look. “and you don’t have to feel bad for being busy, if anyone knows how life can get in the way sometimes, it’s me”

You take a deep breath as you look into his eyes – it’s like his gaze warms you up from the inside out.

“Now, do you want to talk about it, or do you want a distraction?” He smiles.

There’s no doubt in your mind when you answer him – “a distraction, please”

He rests his arm over your shoulder as you start walking down the path, and as he sets off on an embarrassing story from his childhood, your hand finds a place on his back. He’s already successfully taken your mind off it because all you can think about is how nice and natural this feels. His hand on your shoulder, his thumb brushing back and forth, squeezing it slightly whenever he laughs. His whole body leaning into you whenever something’s particularly funny.

Eventually, you turn around and walk back the way you came, and as you walk down a narrower part of the path a lady with her dog is coming to pass you. The dog stops by you and Mason removes his hand from your shoulder as you both give the dog a cuddle. It’s a brief interaction as the lady gives you a smile but continues on her way and calls for her dog. Your hand brushes against his as you start walking again, and just as you think about how much you want to hold it, his fingers intertwine with yours.

“I’d really like to see you again soon,” he says as you get closer to your place again.

“Yeah, me too” you smile, squeezing his hand gently.

“How about – after you’ve submitted your essay, of course – we have dinner at my place. You can stay over again if you’d like”

“Yeah, that sounds perfect” You smile.

— — —

You ended up going to Mason’s the day after you’d submitted your essay. He had training in the evening, so it did get a little late but you insisted it was fine that the two of you just watched a movie or something. You could go for brunch together in the morning and have dinner some other time.

You were actually grateful that you ended up staying in, feeling perfectly content in your comfy clothes cuddled into Mason’s side on the couch – with your head resting on his chest, his arm wrapped around you had found its way under your hoodie tracing circles on the skin of your back. You’re both wearing sweatpants and a hoodie, the cold weather outside calling for cozy attire.

“Ahh, don’t go in there” he comments on the scary movie you’d put on, pulling you closer to him as one of the characters goes into a room they shouldn’t.

You let out a small laugh at his reaction, feeling his body tense up a little under you – “are you scared?” you tease him.

“No” he scoffs only to flinch at a jumpscare a second later, making you fully laugh at him.

“Mhm, very convincing” you smile.

“Finding this funny, are you?” he arches a brow as he looks down at you.

“Yeah, it’s good to know who’d be saving who if it ever came to it”

“Oh yeah?” his fingers tickle your side, and despite your best effort to hide it, your body reacts, trying to shy away from his touch. He quickly moves you both so you’re under him, using both hands to tickle your sides now.

“Mason!” you stammer through your laughter, trying to push his hands away before you surrender, covering your face with your hands, trying to wiggle away. He stops tickling you, a smug smirk on his face when you look at him again.

“So you’d tickle them to death?” you know it’s not the best idea to poke fun at him again, but you can’t help it. The look he gives you almost makes you regret it, but as he pins your hands over your head and puts his weight on you, you really don’t.

“Yeah, I’d tickle them to death,” he says sarcastically, as he moves your hands slightly to adjust his grip to one hand. His free hand finds your waist, where he’d tickled you earlier, you tense up, expecting him to tickle you again. Instead, his fingertips ghost your skin making you shiver. You spread your legs, biting your lip as you feel him against your core.

You forget all about the movie and your teasing as his lips find yours. He frees your hands to support himself above you, you don’t waste a second before threading your fingers through his hair. As he adjusts his positioning he rubs against you, and despite the layers of clothing between you two, you can’t help the moan you let out against his lips. He smirks into the kiss as you wrap your legs around him, urging him to do it again. Grabbing your hip with one hand he starts grinding against you.

“Mason” moments earlier he’d had you saying his name in protest, but now it’s nothing but a plead.

“Yes?” he’s got that smug look on his face still as he grinds against you even firmer than before. You feel him hardening against you as you start to move your hips to match his movements. His hand sneaks up under your hoodie again, and he knew you weren’t wearing a bra but he still can’t help but smile as he feels the bare skin. As he palms your breast, his thumb brushes over your hard nipple. Your body leans into his touch, a whimper falling from your lips.

“Mase” you try again, you want more, need more, but the words don’t come out.

“Tell me what you need baby,”

You gasp quietly as he lifts your hoodie to reveal your chest. It’s the first time that word has left his lips, you realize. Baby – it sends a wave of warmth through your body, it’s like you can feel his gaze on you as his brown eyes take you in. He’s watching you intently as he waits for you to answer,

“More, I need more”

“Yeah?” he smiles before leaning down to kiss your neck. He nips at your skin before moving down, leaving a kiss between your breasts, his hips stopping. as his lips wrap around your nipple and his thumb continues to play with the other, you don’t know if you’re whimpering at the loss of friction or from the way his mouth feels on you. The little noises you make are like music to his ears.

“This what you wanted?” he speaks against your skin, looking up at you as he continues to suck on your nipples.

You lift your hips, missing the fiction. You shake your head – “need you”

“M’ right here, baby”

Baby – there it is again. You know you’ve soaked through your panties at this point.

You claw at his hoodie, urging him to take it off – the second after it lands next to the couch he’s lifting your hoddie over your head as well. Your hands travel down his back as he captures your lips in a kiss, your fingers sneaking beneath the waistband of his sweatpants as your tongues meet. You push the material past his bum along with his underwear. He hums into the kiss as he helps you remove his clothes, lips not leaving yours once as he kicks the material off his legs.

“Lemme taste you,” he says as his hands urge your sweatpants off too, You’re nodding as you lift your hips for him, making it easier for him to pull them down. He leaves your panties on, smirking as he sees the darkened, glistening fabric between your legs.

“Look at you” he coos.

You sink into the couch as he makes himself comfortable between your legs. He bites his lip as he grabs the crotch of your panties, sliding the fabric back and forth to tease you making you buck your hips up.

“Stop teasing” you thread your fingers through his hair and he kisses the inside of your thigh as he slides your panties to the side. You gasp as his tongue licks through your folds, flicking against your clit before he closes his mouth around it working his tongue against you just how you like it. He quickly breaks away to remove your underwear, his mouth is back on you the second your last item of clothing is off. He hums against you as you grip his hair again, tighter this time. He nuzzles into you as he pins one of your thighs to the couch, grabbing a hold of the other. Your chest rises and falls with every breath you take at the pleasure he’s giving you.

“Want you to cum on my tongue” his voice has grown rougher, the short glimpse you get of his swollen pink lips has your hips chasing after his touch.

“Please”

His mouth is back on you in a second, the vibration from his hums making it hard to keep your eyes open – you throw your head back feeling the knot in your stomach tighten. You say his name breathily, you want to tell him to keep going, that you’re almost there, but he knows. He repeats the pattern of his tongue on you until your toes are curling as pleasure takes over your body, running through you like a wave. He works you through your high, moaning as he tastes you, when you pull him off you by his hair he rests his forehead against your stomach. He smiles against your skin, leaving a kiss there before he moves up your body.

“Hi,” he says cheekily when he’s level with your face. Your eyes blink open, a lazy smile on your face when he leans in for a short kiss. “Hey” you murmur, your hand scratching softly through his stubble. You feel his hard length against your thigh and lick your lips as your mind runs, trying to figure out what you want next. You talked about it briefly the last time you spent the night, and the thought of getting off the couch to search for a condom really wasn’t tempting.

“Wanna ride you,” you say.

“Yeah?” he bites his lip, his head turning to locate the nearest condom, but you turn it back to look at you.

“Wanna feel all of you” you feel shy as you say it out loud.

He has to keep himself from groaning as he searches your eyes, swallowing it down to double-check if he’d heard you right – “are you sure?”

“Yes,” you push on his shoulder to signal him to sit down on the couch so you can straddle him.

His eyes darken as you take your seat in his lap, grabbing the base of his cock as you lift your hips up. He runs his tip through your folds, tapping it a couple times against your clit before he leads it to your entrance so you can sink down on him. You go slowly, grabbing his shoulders, gasping as you take him inch by inch.

He throws his head back – “shit-” he runs a hand through his hair “fuck, you feel good”

You lean your forehead against his as he picks his head back up, taking a moment to savor him. His hands grab your hips as you wrap your arms around him over his shoulders. His fingers sink into your skin as you start to move. You lean back again, making it easier to find a good pace as you ride him – whimpering at how deep inside of you his bare cock is, how it feels. You grind on him, just the way you’d found out he likes, the way that leaves him a groaning mess underneath you. He uses the grip he has on your hips to help your movements, so tight you can feel his nails biting into your skin.

“Look at you baby, taking me so well” he moans, biting his lips as he watches the way your pussy takes his cock before looking up at you through half-lidded eyes. You nod, nails scratching at his chest softly – “love how you feel inside of me”

You feel yourself nearing the edge again, brows furrowing as he hits all the right places inside of you when he starts to move his hips to match the way you move. He moves a hand to rub his fingers against your clit, desperate to see you cum for him. He takes deep breaths as he feels your pussy flutter around him, holding off his own orgasm as he fucks you through yours. You look unbelievable on top of him, skin glowing, pleasure painted across your face.

“I’m gonna-” his voice breaks, “where do you want it?” he manages to let out.

You lift your hips and he slips out of you, your weak legs manage to move so you’re between his legs to take his tip into your mouth as your hand wraps around his length. It doesn’t take him long until he’s spilling into your mouth with the way you’re working your hand and mouth on him. As his warm load fills your mouth you swallow around him, looking up at him, watching his rosy chest rise and fall as he catches his breath. When he comes to, he cups your cheek, urging you back up so he can kiss you. It’s soft and breathy, interrupted by smiles and small laughs.

You leave him on the couch to make a quick trip to the bathroom. When you come back he gets up from the couch, grabs your hand, and leads you to his bedroom. After you both get ready for bed and get comfortable under the sheets it doesn’t take long for the two of you to fall asleep

— — —

You both have a slow morning, waking up and falling back asleep a couple times before you get out of bed. You decide to go straight for brunch, having a quick snack with your tea instead of making breakfast before getting ready. He brings you to his favourite local café and gives you a couple recommendations from the menu as you wonder what to order.

As you eat he asks you about your studies, hoping to get on the topic of your stress again to see if there was something he could do to ease your mind.

“I do have another essay coming up pretty soon” you give him a half-assed smile. “Haven’t started it yet but I think I know what I want to write about.”

“Do you get stressed out, like you did last time, for every essay?” he says from a place of worry.

“More or less” you laugh, but it’s humorless.

He gives you a familiar look, the same pointed but soft look he’d given you after you’d apologized for rambling to him when you went for a walk. “Ok, so-” he starts, pausing to make sure you’re listening. You are, of course, you hang on to every word he says. “I don’t care if you have to write or study or whatever, I’d just like to see you more often – I promise I won’t distract you” he smiles, reaching a hand across the table to hold yours. “Well, I’ll try not to” he adds with a laugh.

“I’d like that” your cheeks feel warm under his gaze.

“I might be of some help too, y’know,” he says smugly, “in one of your subjects, at least” he winks.

“Nothing personal, but you’d do more damage than good then,” you admit.

“Oh?” he laughs.

“I can’t even concentrate in that lecture hall because of you”

“Because of me?”

You nod.

“If I remember correctly, you’re the one that dragged me in there and asked me to lock the door” he teases you.

“Yeah, yeah” you brush him off, unable to keep the smile off your face. “I’m just saying I don’t need more images of you teaching me in my head,” you say before thinking.

“Not into roleplay then,” he smirks.

“Shut up” you slap his hand.

He clears his throat, his smile softening before he speaks again – “no, but seriously if you need help studying I could at least try to help out”

“Thank you”

As you finish eating, he feels a little more at ease, knowing that you now knew that you didn’t need to isolate yourself whenever you got busy with university – knowing that he might be able to see you more often. You feel a little more at ease too, knowing he doesn’t expect you to drop everything so you could see each other, you don’t expect that from him either. It wouldn’t be easy to find the time all the time, but with a mutual understanding, you have a chance to make it work.

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