And then there was Mason. He was so warm and easy to be around. The way Mason had kissed her, the way she fit so perfectly on his lap. She was on a high and that high only brought the bleak chasm that was so close to swallowing her whole into clearer focus. Xeni had given herself permission. She had one day and that day wasn’t over yet. She was going to let herself enjoy the way she felt around Mason for a little longer.
Plus, she was stupid horny. She hadn’t been touched by a man in so freaking long. And Mason’s hands…
When they reached the cafe, Mason led her around back, then up a set of wooden stairs to the second floor. Mason opened the door and ushered her inside. The light on his bedside table was still on. Xeni looked around, shocked by how clean the place was. Most guys she knew who lived alone had given up the moment they left their mothers’ homes. Clothes and crap everywhere, with floors that had never known the taste of a vacuum. Mason kept his little bachelor pad pretty neat. Her eyes roamed around the room, noticing a full wall with crates and crates of records centered around a complex stereo system.
There was a makeshift desk under the far window. Cases that Xeni thought held different wind instruments. Two guitars were on stands. She wondered if he played all of those instruments or if he just found comfort in having them around. She walked over and saw that the desktop was an old door. An old recliner looked like it had seen much better days and then there was the bed. A very large bed that probably wouldn’t seem so large with Mason in it.
It had no bed frame, just a box spring and a Cal King mattress on the floor, but it was enough. Xeni noticed the way Mason had to tilt his head a bit to the side to avoid the ceiling. The space may have been nice, but it wasn’t built for a man of his height.
“Sorry I don’t have much in the way of furniture, but have a seat wherever you like. The bathroom’s through there.” Xeni looked off to the right and caught a glimpse of herself in the old mirror hanging over the sink.
Xeni walked over to his desk and pulled out his rolling chair. “I have another confession. Well two. I didn’t bring anything to sleep in, but also I usually sleep naked. It’s not a sexual thing. I just don’t like having any kind of clothing on. I get itchy and then I get hot.” Xeni shuddered at the thought. The best part of her day was her naked time. “But if you’re not into it, maybe I can borrow a shirt of yours.”
“You’re asking me if I have an issue with a naked woman in my bed? I sleep naked too, and it’s definitely a sex thing. But I can loan you something to wear. And I can put on some shorts. Since this isn’t a sex thing,” he said motioning between them.
“Well, I mean, it could be like a finger banging thing.”
Mason turned and opened his closet and pulled out a McInroy Farm t-shirt. He set it on the bed. “I was going to step into the restroom, but what kind of husband would I be if I didn’t offer it to my wife first?”
“Why thank you.” Xeni crossed the small space, brushing past him as she stepped into the bathroom. She didn’t take the t-shirt with her. After she turned on the lights and closed the door, she decided it was best not to give herself time to think. She loved her body and had no shame showing it off, so there were no issues there. And she knew exactly what could go wrong and she knew how to make sure those things didn’t happen. She just wanted a little cuddling. Maybe another mind-blowing smooch and a two-finger tickle. Nothing else had to happen. Or maybe nothing would happen at all.
She was already wet though. Her body had sparked to life the moment their lips touched and her pussy had been aching since the first casual touch Mason had eased across her back. Sitting on his lap didn’t help one bit. He was so built, so sturdy. She couldn’t help but picture the kinds of acrobatic shit they could get up to. She hoped a little something happened or she knew she’d find herself in the bathroom in the middle of the night trying to ease the ache with her own hand.
She got undressed, shoving her clothes into her bag before she walked back into Mason’s bedroom. He’d stepped out of his shoes and had unbuttoned his dress shirt, but he stopped in his tracks as soon as he saw her. Xeni tried it keep it nice and cool and casual. She set her bag down on the recliner, then looked toward the bed. “Do you have a side you usually sleep on?”
“Uh, I’m right up the middle.”
“Okay. Well, bathroom’s yours.”
“Thank you.” Mason coughed a few times, clearly trying to put his eyes back in his head before he excused himself to the bathroom. Xeni folded the t-shirt and put it back on the arm of the recliner. She found an outlet and plugged in her phone. She had a bunch of alerts, but a quick glance told her there were no emergencies. She’d get back to her life tomorrow.
Xeni climbed between Mason’s comfortable sheets and waited.
He came out of the bathroom a few minutes later. She couldn’t help but laugh at the way he shuffled into the room, taking small baby steps as he hunched over, covering his junk with both hands.
“What are you doing?” Xeni laughed even harder. Tears pricked the corners of her eyes.
“Not all of us have your confidence.”
“Here.” Xeni closed her eyes and covered her face with her hands. “This is your apartment. You shouldn’t have to hide your shame.”
“Thank you, but this is for the best. Trust me.”
She could hear him moving around and then, finally, the right side of the bed dipped under his weight. Xeni was instantly surrounded by the warmth of him. Their legs brushed together under the sheets and another zing of excitement hit her right at the height of her slit. She moved her hands, then rolled over to face him.
“Sorry, I’m shy,” he said.
“You’re a lying ass liar, but that’s okay. I thrust my nakedness on you. You didn’t deserve that.”
“Did you have a nice time?” he asked. The kindness that Xeni didn’t want to get used to returned to his voice.
“I did. I had a great time. This is going to sound horrible, but I really want you to kiss me again. I have so much shit on my mind and I don’t want to think about any of it right now.”
“I think we might have to discuss your sense of bad and good.” Mason moved closer, rolling Xeni on to her back with ease. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and just as their lips met, she felt it. His massive cock pressed against her hip. She pulled back, her eyes springing wide.
“Mason,” she gasped.
“What?” he said, pretending to be confused.
