Page 83 of The Night We Met

I look up at him and smile before leaning up to kiss him. The kiss turns deeper as Mason’s tongue begs for entry into my mouth. Without breaking the kiss, I slide my leg over his hips to straddle him and feel him harden beneath me. I kiss my way down his neck, sucking on his collarbone, and then fluttering my tongue over his nipple. I look up at him and bring my other hand to his other nipple. With my mouth still covering one, I use my other hand to mimic each other. His cock gets even harder beneath my core.

“Fuck Kam,” Mason releases on a groan.

I smile against his skin before making my way down his body and pulling his boxers off. When Mason and I dated in college, I never went down on him. It was always himgoing down on me and I loved it. But now it’s my turn to completely blow his mind.

I settle in between his legs and fist his penis. Working him up and down before darting my tongue out and licking up the drop of pre-cum. His answering groan is all the encouragement that I need. Running my tongue up the underside of his cock before sucking on the head. I look up at Mason and meet his gaze as I lower my mouth little by little until I have to relax my throat to fit all of him. I hum my approval around him and that has him fisting the sheets. I repeat the noise before hollowing my cheeks. I release him with a pop and flicker my tongue over the tip of him. I bring my other hand between his thighs and massage his balls. His thighs start to tense as I pick up my pace. Bobbing my head up and down on him and my other hand massaging his balls.

“Kamryn…” Mason warns. He starts to pull out but I suction my mouth even more. I swirl my tongue around and suction the tip while my fist quickly gets him off. Mason swears as he comes. Thick spurts shoot to the back of my throat. I suck, lick, and clean up every drop before releasing him with a pop. I trail kisses back up his body before our lips meet. Letting him taste what he can on my tongue. Breaking the kiss, I sit back up and look down at him with a smile.

He’s still looking up at the ceiling. His chest moving in deep inhales and exhales.

“Earth to Mason. Did I break you?” I ask almost jokingly.

“Woman, I can't feel my legs.”

“Then it seems like I did everything right.”

Mason tips his chin down and looks at me. A smile graces his face. Scratch that, an evil smile graces his face.

At the speed of light, Mason pulls my body up to straddle his hips. Kissing me senseless while twisting my nipples between his fingers. Grinding my wetness over his cock, he continues to play with my nipples before pulling one into his mouth. Releasing one with a pop he looks at me with a salacious gleam.

“Let’s see if I can’t get you off just like this.” It’s a challenge I know that I’ll lose.

We lost ourselves in each other again for the rest of the early morning. And when I wake up to the sun on full blast in the bedroom, Mason isn’t in bed with me. Panic ensues before I roll over to find a note left on the pillow.

I didn’t want to wake you up, but I had to get to practice.

I’ll see you Sunday

XOXO,

Mason.

At least I can calm my racing heart. I thought he snuck out on me.

Kamryn

“Are you guys ready?” I ask the girls. We’re walking up to the stadium for the game since it’s so close. Choosing to avoid all of the tailgating, because we’d rather eat and drink in the stadium. Mason getting us passes to get on the field during warmups also swayed our decision to skip the tailgating experience. We’re being escorted by security and seeing the field from ground level is a whole other experience.

“Oh…my…goodness!” Jax says in awe. “It’s so much bigger from down here.”

“Agreed,” Emily and I say at the same time Sarah says, “That’s what she said.”

Once we’re on the sidelines, the security guy walks off to let us watch the warmups.

I can’t believe Mason does this for a living. I thought my stage was massive. His makes mine look like a high school stadium.

“These guys look so much bigger on ground level,” Sarah surmises. “I wonder if any of them are single.”

“Don’t be one of those girls Sarah. It’s not attractive,” Ichide her. “Although…this guy’s pretty cute.” I say as I see Mason walking over to us.

“Hi ladies,” Mason says by way of greeting.

“Hi Mason,” They dreamily respond.

Mason stops right in front of me so I’m forced to tip my head back to look at him. “Nice jersey.”

Since it’s veering into early fall, I paired his jersey with ripped, high-rise, dark-washed jeans and Nike Air Force Ones. I left my hair in its long natural waves and very minimal makeup.

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