Mason

by Nicki Rowe

  “Mason?”

  I dragged my eyes away from the tattoos and looked up into Axe's green gaze. “Huh?”

  The corner of Axe's mouth twitched. “I asked if you are sure you were okay with this?”

  I shot Axe a look and walked around the couch to pull Gracie off of Axe's jacket. “I wish you would stop asking me that. If I didn't want this I would have said no.”

  “Okay,” Axe said. He fiddled with the knife strapped to his leg.

  “Are you going to be awkward all night or are you going to come over here and kiss me?”

  “I'm not being awkward.”

  I rolled my eyes at him. “Okay, then why aren't you over here?”

  “I'm going to be rough with you, Mason. I fuck hard, and I don't know any other way.”

  A shiver went down my spine, followed immediately by more blood flowing to my cock. I looked him up and down. I knew there was something gentle in Axe, deep in his soul, but I had a feeling Axe would be a rough lover. It's what I wanted. It's what I craved.

  “I expect nothing less.”

  Axe snorted. “You may be sore in the morning. I could leave a few marks.”

  “Stop selling it to me. I already bought the product now I want to use it.”

  Axe snorted again, and another mini-smile showed. “You're so fucking weird.”

  “Axe?”

  Axe looked up at me. “What?”

  “Stop talking or I am going to rethink this whole friends with benefits thing.”

  Axe nodded. I could tell he was nervous, but I didn't know what for. I knew Axe got around. Of course a man like Axe has had many partners. Why was he nervous?

  “Take off your shirt,” I told him.

  Normally I liked to be told what to do in the bedroom, but I had no problem taking the reins to get what I wanted, and it looked like Axe needed me to take the first step tonight.

  I watched as Axe's hands trailed down to the hem of his shirt and pulled the black material up and over his head. He dropped the shirt on the couch, and looked at me. I took a few moments to marvel at his body.

  His chest was rock hard, a ring pierced throught his right nipple. There were several tattoos that adorned his chest and ribs. In the middle of his chest was a reaper's scythe surrounded by bats. On his left side was a ship done in the American traditional style. On his right was a quote about forgiveness and redemption. I stalked towards him, my hands reaching out greedily to touch his naked torso.

  I slid my fingers over the hard ridges of his abs and up his pecs. I tugged on the nipple ring lightly, earning a sharp intake of breath. I looked up at him. His eyes were watching me, seeing what I would do next. I pulled Axe's head down towards me, my eyes going to his full lips. He let me pull him closer and closer, his breath fanning over my lips.

  Axe turned his head to the side at the last second. “I don't kiss.”

  I pulled back slightly, seeing the fear in his eyes, but I didn't know what he was afraid of.

  “Okay.”

  I placed a light kiss to his neck, showing him I understood, but still getting what I wanted. That kiss seemed to wake up something in him.

  Suddenly, his fist was in my hair, pulling my head up to look at him. There was lust shimmering in the dark emerald gaze. He was breathing heavily, his hot breath fanning over my face. I ached to touch my cock. To touch his cock. But I didn't. He was finally taking control, and this is what I wanted. This is what I needed.

  “Strip,” Axe said gruffily.

  He let go of my hair and stood back. Slowly, I rid myself of my shirt, watching Axe's gaze widen and then narrow as I revealed my slender body. Next, I did my jeans, sliding them down my legs with slow, deliberate motions, and kicked them to the side. I went to remove my underwear, but Axe's rough voice stopped me.

  “Stop,” he breathed out. “Let me look at you.”

  I felt my body heat up even further under his gaze. A flush was breaking out over my skin, and I suddenly felt vulnerable. Part of me wanted to hide, and the other part wanted to stand there for hours with Axe just looking at me. His tongue slid out over his bottom lip as if he was imagining licking my skin.

  I put my hands on my hips, and gave him an incredulous look. “Like what you see?”

  Axe's eyes met mine. “Very much.” He stripped out of his shoes and pants, revealing even more tattoos, but that's not what I focused on. Axe hadn't worn underwear, and his gorgeous thick cock was standing hard and leaking. “Bedroom?”

  I pulled Axe to me and reveled in the feel of his body against mine. I wanted so bad to kiss him, to taste him, but I knew if I pushed I would lose what this was between us. His hand slid back into my hair, pulling my head back to look at him. I put my arms around his back and just held on.

  “I don't want to go to my bedroom,” I told him. I wanted him to fuck me right here on the floor. I wanted to feel the hardwood on my knees, and feel him slam into me over and over again. “I want you. Here. In my living room.”

  Axe actually growled. His free hand slid down my body and cupped my bulge. “I can feel how much you want that.” He rubbed his hand against me. A moan crawled up out of my throat. “You aren't as innocent as I thought you were.”

  I snorted. “What the hell made you think I was innocent?”

  Axe just looked at me. He looked like he was trying to figure something out. His face suddenly softened, but the next words out of his mouth were rough. “On your knees, boy.”

  Another shiver went through me, and I felt my cock twitch. No one had ever called me 'boy', and I will never admit to how much of a thrill it gave me to hear it coming out of Axe's mouth.

  “Hmm, I see you like that,” Axe said, looking down at my now impossibly hard and leaking cock. Somehow it became even harder under his gaze. My balls ached like a motherfucker. “Is that what you want to hear? You want me to call you boy?”

  I just nodded; my mouth was too dry to say anything.

  “Well, do as I say. On your knees.”

  I slid to my knees, already feeling the bite of the hardwood on my kneecaps. He stood in front of me, his cock right in my sight line, his feet braced apart. His hands went into my hair again. “I'm going to fuck your mouth. I want you to sit perfectly still.” Then his voice went soft. “Anything you don't like just say stop, and I'll stop.”

  I gave him a look. “I'm not new to this, Axe.”

  “I'm serious, Mason.” His green eyes flickered with something I couldn't read.

  “Okay.”

  Axe entered his cock into my mouth in one swift motion. He hit the back of my throat, and I gagged a little. He shifted to ease up, but my hands flew up to his ass, kneading the muscles and holding him there. I pushed and pulled at him, making him fuck my mouth, taking him deeper every time, showing him that I didn't need him to be gentle. I sucked at him, pulling back so just the head of his large dick was in my mouth and swirled my tongue around the crown. His fingers dug into my scalp. I winced at the pain, but I also loved it.

  “Fuck, Mason. Suck me. Show me how much you like pleasuring me.”

  His hips stilled, and I bobbed up and down on his dick, swirling my tongue around the head and shaft. I moved my hand from his ass and cupped his heavy balls, rolling them in my hand, sliding a finger along his taint.

  “Fuck.”

  I felt his balls draw up tight, and he pushed me away.

  “I am not coming until I am inside of you.”

  That was all I needed. I fell to all fours like I knew he wanted, and turned, presenting my ass to him. He slid my underwear down my ass to my knees.

  “Look at this creamy white skin,” Axe said, roaming his palm over my left cheek. “Will it turn pink if I spank you?”

  “Why don't you find out?” I replied breathlessly. My cock was aching, and if Axe didn't fuck me soon I was going to be really pissed.

  “Maybe another night.”

  “Another bang out session?”

  Axe didn't laugh, but I could hear amusement
in his voice. “Exactly.”

  His hands slid up my spine, and then back down again. He kneaded the muscles in my ass before spreading the cheeks apart. There was a sharp intake of breath.

  I looked over my shoulder to see him staring at my ass like he had just found the holy grail. “What's wrong?”

  Axe looked up at me, his green eyes shining. “Nothing. Has anyone told you that you have the perfect little hole?”

  “Once or twice,” I quipped. In reality no one has ever told me that.

  He shot me a look that suggested he didn't like my answer. “Reach up into my jacket pocket and pass me the lube and a condom.”

  I reached up and found what he needed, and handed it to him. He took the condom, but instead of taking the lube he held two fingers out to me.

  “Prepare my fingers.”

  I opened the cap and squirted a liberal amount on his fingers, sliding my closed fist up and down his fingers and twisting slightly as if I was jacking him off.

  “Only two fingers?”

  “Hush, boy.”

  Heat went through me again. I chuckled, but didn't say anything.

  He took the lube from my hand and squeezed some more in between my cheeks.

  “Hmmm, that pretty flush....” Axe trailed off as he bent low and bit my left ass cheek.

  I squeaked, and then moaned at the sting. My cock leaked even more, dripping onto the floor.

  “You like that? You like when I mark you?”

  I didn't answer. Yes, I liked that very much, but there was something about biting and marking that seemed possessive, and while I would love to possessed by Axe, we weren't there yet. We wouldn't be there until he agreed to date me. If he ever agreed to date me.

  Axe took my silence for what it was, and soothed a hand over the bite. He slid a finger into me, and I groaned at the intrusion. The pain of the stretch lasting only a milisecond before it turned to pleasure.

  We didn't speak. We didn't need to. I relished the sound of his heavy breathing, my groans and the floorboards squeaking under us.

  Another finger followed the first, and I pushed back on them, riding them as he crooked them inside of me. He brushed against my prostate, and fire exploded along my spine.

  “Axe,” I said, finding my voice. “Axe, please.”

  He didn't say anything, but I felt his fingers withdraw and not even a moment later they were replaced by the head of his sheathed cock. He entered me in one swift motion, I felt his balls hit the back of my thighs before I even had time to register the pain of his cock stretching me even further. He stilled, giving my body time to adjust to him.

  “Did I hurt you?”

  “No.”

  “Good.”

  He slid out of me, and entered just as quickly as before. His hands gripped my hips, digging into the bones of my pelvis so much it caused me to wince a little at the pain. I moaned as he pistoned into me with shallow quick thrusts. I reached under me and pumped myself in time with the rhythm in which he fucked me.

  He didn't slow down or change pace. Everything was fast, hot and chaotic. I reached out with my free hand and braced myself on the back of the couch. One of his hands came up and fisted my hair again, pulling my neck back at an awkward angle as he rode me.

  It wasn't long until I felt close to the edge. I needed. . .something. Something that would take me over the edge. Axe's thrusts became even more erratic and I knew he was close too, but something in him must have sensed I needed more. Suddenly, his nails were digging into my shoulders, scratching down along the blades.The pain was exquistite.

  I came when I felt his nails rake over my ass muscles. I yelled to the ceiling, cum spilling from me hot and fast, painting my fist, stomach and floor.

  It was only moments later that I heard a deep growl and felt the condom filling with Axe's cum. Axe withdrew from me and slid the condom from his spent shaft. I could feel him looking at me, but I was too spent to move from my postion on the floor: legs still braced apart, one hand clawing the couch, the other wrapped around my now limp dick.

  “You okay?”

  “Give me a minute,” I replied, trying to catch my breath.

  He didn't move as I gathered myself. I finally had the strength to look behind me and saw Axe sitting back on his haunches, his gorgeous cock no longer hard, but no less beautiful.

  “You okay?” Axe asked again.

  “Fine,” I smiled, but part of me was sad. Sad he had to leave. Sad that this was the end of our little tryst. “You're debt has been cleared, sir.”

  Something sparked in Axe's eyes. “Sir? I like it.”

  “Maybe next time if you're a good boy.”

  Axe shook his head at me, which I had learned was his way of laughing or finding me amusing. He stood and started getting dressed. I was sad to see all that beautfiful ink and that hard body being covered up.

  “Do you want me to help you clean those scratches? I did a number on you.”

  I shook my head. “I'll be fine.”

  I stood and went around to sit on my couch. I watched as he strapped the knife back to his thigh and went to the door. He paused with his hand on the knob, he didn't look at me, but I got the sense he wanted to say something. He shook his head, and then he was gone.

  I stayed on the couch until I heard the sound of a motorcycle start up and take off into the night.

  Chapter Four

  Axe

  It's been three days since I had last seen Mason. Three days since I had him under me, and the last night I was with Mason played in my mind every second of for the last seventy-two hours. Him spread on his bed, me demanding him to cum for me. That shit played in my mind on fucking repeat, and it made me crave him more. He had been so perfect, so willing.

  I pulled out my phone as I waited for my next appointment. Mason and I hadn't talked since that night. We made a rule to only text each other when we wanted sex, but I wasn't fond of that rule—even if it was my own. I wanted to talk to him. I wanted to hear about his day, and hear what random ass joke would come out from between his soft, pink lips.

  I told Mason that I didn't kiss, and that was true. I hadn't kissed anyone since Tina. A kiss was intimate, something you saved for someone who meant something to you. I wanted to kiss Mason. I wanted to see if his lips were as soft as I thought they would be. I wanted to see what he tasted like.

  No. I couldn't allow myself to go down that route.

  I was already starting to feel something more than just lust for Mason. I didn't want to know what that feeling was. I didn't need him to find out about me, about the things I had done.

  And that was it. That's why I never let myself get close to anyone. The things I had to do in order to survive my neighborhood, to survive my father—I couldn't share those horrors with someone as innocent and as sweet as Mason.

  There was a knock on my door signaling my next appointment had arrived. The tattoo would be easy, it would only take me an hour or two. I realized I still hadn't texted Mason, but I promised myself to do so when I finished inking the woman who was looking at me with a mix of fear and lust.

  I fought the urge to roll my eyes at her. This was how most people looked at me, but Mason had never looked at me in fear. Something about that made the weird, warm feeling in my chest grow.

  The hour seemed to pass by incredibly slow. The woman tried every tactic to get me to give her any inclination that I was interested. Maybe at a different time I would have been. She looked tough with the right about of slutty, but nothing about this woman called to me.

  “Darlin', if you don't quit moving then your tattoo is going to come out fucked up.”

  The woman pursed her lips, upset that I wasn't interested in her, but she remained still for the rest of the session.

  We finished the session in silence, and when I was done she thanked me, but didn't leave a tip. Fucking nice. Even so, I walked her back to the front of the shop where I found Mason sitting in one of the waiting chairs. I cocked an eyebrow at him, but d
idn't say anything.

  When the woman left I turned to Mason and crossed my arms over my chest.

  “What are you doing here?”

  “I came to make an appointment.”

  “What for? Another tattoo?”

  Mason shook his head, but said nothing. He looked over at the jewelry case in the corner of our shop. “How do you think I would look with a Prince Albert?”

  I sputtered. I actually fucking sputtered. The idea of Mason with a dick piercing was so fucking hot. Definitely not going there.

  Mason gave me a look and laughed. “Just kidding. I'm setting an appointment up with Grizz.”

  “If you want a tat I can do it.”

  I didn't like the idea of anyone else tatting up his creamy skin. Part of me—a part I was refusing to acknowledge—thought of it as marking my territory.

  “It's not for a tattoo, Axe, so stop looking at me like I betrayed you.”

  I just scowled at him.

  “I'm getting my tongue done.”

  I tried not to think about how a ring would feel against my dick when Mason sucked me off. “You realize that's going to take awhile to heal, right?”

  “Guess you'll have to find something else to occupy your time besides my mouth.”

  I snorted, not quite a laugh, but close. “I think I can do that.”

  I took a step closer, and gripped his chin, forcing him to look at me. “I'm serious though, Mason. I don't want anyone inking you except for me.”

  “Stop being all macho,” he replied, rolling his eyes good naturedly. “Maybe I'll ask Grizz to tattoo my ass or something.”

  I growled. I was never one to be territorial, usually I don't give a shit what someone I was fucking did in their free time or with their body, but something was screaming inside of me: Mason is mine.

  No. He's not.