Page 112 of The Young & the Sinner

“Stop teasing me, Mason,” I said, my voice coming out in whispers.

“How am I teasing you, Olivia?”

He pulled his finger out and tugged the shorts up, the fabric stretching against the sensitive flesh of my sex. The friction was almost too much, and I felt myself getting wet. My eyes widened as I looked back at him.

Mason smiled a little, and there was nothing gentle about it. I never realized how many sides of Mason I had yet to see. He had always been gentle with me, and that reflected in each smile he shot my way, but this was different.

This smile was… wicked.

He turned me around until our chests were pressed firmly against each other, and the strength in that one simple move was such a turn-on. I felt more arousal gathering between my legs and clenched my muscles together.

“Tell me right now, if you want me to stop,” he said in a low voice.

“Don’t stop,” I breathed out. “God, please don’t stop.”

He smiled a little, his eyes dark. “Then say yes, baby. I’m not going to do anything until I have your consent.”

My eyes met his… and…

I might be in love with him.

I had felt so powerless under Lorenzo. He didn’t care that I said no. He didn’t care that I didn’t give my consent. And here was Mason, giving me back that power.

My eyes watered, and I shot him a small smile. “Yes, Mason. I want this.”

He nodded, then without warning, he pushed me until I landed on my bed with an oomph. I looked at him inquisitively, and he smiled, that half smile that I loved so much. He pulled my legs to the bed.

“No other boy is going to teach you about pleasure. Not on how to please a man, and certainly not on how to fuck. You come to me for that, understand?”

I bit my lip to keep from smiling and nodded seriously.

He offered a smile made of pure sin and grabbed the hem of my shorts. My breath caught as he pulled them off me, along with my panties.

And then I was naked in front of him for the first time, in broad daylight no less. I closed my legs together, crossing my arms over my breast, suddenly feeling shy.

Mason seemed to like that.

He took me in, his eyes devouring any bare skin he could see. He leaned down until his face was mere inches away from mine, his hot breath fanning my face.

“Everything we do or don’t do is entirely up to you, understand?” I nodded, my throat feeling too dry. “What do you want to do, Olivia?”

I cleared my throat a little and said with as much confidence as I could muster, “I want to kiss.”

“Just kiss?” he asked, amusement glinting in those ocean blues.

“And touch. I want to touch you, and for you to touch me.”

He nodded, seemingly satisfied with my answer. And there was this hungry look about him that made me bold. I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him, first on his cheek, then his jaw, his nose…

Mason’s breathing was growing labored, and I felt like a goddess then.

He made me feel powerful, despite my shyness.

I took his mouth in mine, loving the way his muscles tensed beneath my touch, as if my kiss had affected him as much as it affected me.

I deepened the kiss, only to pull back when I felt him getting into it. Retribution for teasing me before.

When I did it a third time, Mason let out a low groan of frustration, and I smiled against his lips. With a growl, he took control of the kiss, and I gladly let him. As much as I liked being in control, I liked it even more when he was.

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