Chapter Twenty-Three

Chapter Twenty-Three
I lay there motionless in the bed beside Mason. I have no idea how to act around him. Being in a double bed with him like this feels so odd but yet at the same time I seem to enjoy the feeling of it. Mason fidgets a little beside me and I have the urge to turn onto my side and kiss him but I stop myself, fixating my eyes on the ceiling above me. I notice a moth flying around the light, evidently entertained by it's heat.

"Alana..." Mason whispers from beside me.
"Yes?"

I feel Mason's hand take mine, his fingers caressing my palm and I cannot help but feel soothed by it.
"I want to do something." He says.
"What's that?"
"I want to taste you."
What...

I swallow, trying to hide my slight fear and awkwardness.

"I want to pleasure you." He adds.

"Can't we leave it till another t-time?" I say, smirking and turn onto my side to face him.
Despite slightly wanting it and feeling the hiring need between my legs, I also feel the requirement to refuse him as well. I cannot help but feel guilty every time I land in a situation like this with him.

"Right here. Right now." He says lowly, his eyes burning into mine. Before I can respond I feel his hand at my groin, gliding down slowly. Suddenly, he begins to rub my clit through the fabric and I can the desire already building up within me.

"M-Mason..." I try.
"Ssh."

He stops for a moment and his hands clasp around the rim of my leggings, pulling them down and off my legs. His hand returns to my clit.

"O-oh... oh...m-Mason..." I let out in moans but I cannot seem to finish my sentences, feeling the pressure build in me more and more.

"You like that?" He whispers, hitting at my earlobe. I can feel his breath on my neck as his hand continues to go about its work.
"You know you like it. Feel me, Alana. Feel what I'm doing to you"

I open my legs wider, giving in to the pleasure. I no longer cared anymore. "D-don't stop." I pant, throwing my head back as he inserts a finger.

"God, you get so wet for me." He whispers, crawling down my body until he reaches my most intimate place. He begins to graze his tongue up and down my clit, slowly. I take my mouth open, laying back and gripping at the sheets.

"O-oh... o-oh fuck... don't stop." I beg, bucking my hips towards his mouth. His tongue continues to work on me, swiping up and down but sometimes in circles every now and then. I close my eyes and find myself concentrating on how delicate his tongue is.

"You taste so fucking good..." He tells me, lifting his head slightly from my area and wiping his lips. "God, you look so's sexy laying here like this."
I bite my lip, feeling my cheeks growing red.

Suddenly - the phone rings, making us both flinch. I sigh, breaking out of my daze and reach to the bedside table to grab my mobile phone. When I turn the phone over, I see my Mum's Caller ID. I answer.
"Hi, Mum...you alright?"

"Oh my goodness, you're there! Is Mason with you!?" My Mother's voice sounds beyond erratic.

"Yes, he's here. Everything is fine. He just missed me."
"H-he can't stay there! Tell him to come home. Why haven't you told him to leave?"

I roll my eyes even though my Mother has no chance of seeing me. Mason smirks at me as I attempt to sit up, still half naked.
"Mum, calm down. It's too dark for Mason to travel back now. He will just have to come back home tomorrow for the weekend like what I'm doing."

"Please , you haven't told him have you?"

"No. Just let him stay, it's too late now for him to go back on his own." I say, trying not to give anything away to Mason.
"Ok sweetheart. Fine. Make sure he does though. Come home that is. We have the camping trip still to come and your Father is not happy with Mason doing a disappearing act."

"Mum, what is the big deal." My Mother clearly seems to get worked up over the smallest do's and don't s in life.
"Mason is suppose to be helping your Father pack the car, and then we realised he had disappeared. He didn't even bother to inform us." My Mother's voice wails through the phone and I can picture her face streaming with tears at this point.

"Mum don't worry. He is here and he is fine. Just tell Dad to come pick me up tomorrow, Mason will be with me."

"Thank god. Thank you, sweetheart. I will tell him. Get a early night, ok?"

"I will... night Mum." I hang up the call and set my phone back onto the bedside table, slowly returning my gaze back to Mason who is sitting with a wide grin on his face.
"Don't be pleased with yourself. It's not funny." I state, trying to keep a serious stance. I'm so much like my Mother that way.
"I think it's hilarious. Besides, I'm surprised they even noticed I was gone." He scoffs, laying back onto his back.

"Mason, Mum and Dad love you. They always notice..."

"Only when you're anything to do with it." He says softly, before turning onto his side.

In that moment; I couldn't help but feel sorry for him. Mason always seemed a tough character but he never managed to completely hide his unexplainable anger and frustration with life. Now knowing more information from my parents, the puzzle was finally all beginning to fall into place. The heartbreaking thing was that I now knew more about Mason than what he did.

That was wrong in so many ways.