The clock says its just after midnight, and after spending over an hour on Insta, I am tired of watching girls with flat stomachs and perfect bodies. But I still can't sleep. I squeeze the toy in my hand. It's not even summer yet but I feel hot. I remove the covers from me. I turn and lie on my back. I try to squeeze my thighs together. I stop that quickly as squashing my clit doesn't serve me.

I grunt as I walk out the door.

Fuccck.

Fuck.

Fuck.

I knock lightly on the door. I hear footsteps after a few seconds.

Mason stands there with messy hair, looking all manner of hot and not at all helping my current predicament. I feel a bit embarrassed. My heart beats faster. I don't know what to do from here. I didn't exactly have a speech prepared.

"Zara, you okay?" I see concern in his eyes

I open my mouth, but nothing comes out. He takes my hand and pulls me inside. He closes the door, and we walk in. He turns to me with concern intensifying in his face.

"Sweetheart, you are worrying me. What's wrong?"

My eyes widen and I blink a few times. I don't know how to ask for what I need.

"Do you want to talk?"

I shake my head.

"Are you hungry?"

I shake my head.

I feel my chest tightening as I blink back more tears. This was a bad idea.

"Zara, talk to me please?"

I swallow and lick my lips.

He runs his hands through his hair and I feel like shit because he is really worried. He just stares at me and doesn't say anything. His warm hand connects softly with my cheek, and I want to cry at the comfort, I lean into it. I want to rub it all over me. I see understanding forming in his face.

"Sweetheart, do you wanna...cum?"

I turn from his gaze in lightning speed and tears prick my eyes.

Why did I think this was a good plan?

I should have given the vibrator another go. But as my face gets hot with tears so does the wetness between my legs. His hand isn't helping. The tears slide hot on my face, and I sniffle. I feel so crazy.

I shake his hand and I turn to leave. But he holds me and pulls me to his arms. I bury my head in his chest. His hand pushes my head back and I bring my gaze to his. I narrow my eyes when I find a small smile in his face.

"Is that what you need?" I see the genuine question. He isn't laughing at me.

I swallow. Still unable to speak.

"Come, sweetheart." He pulls me by my hand to the bed.

"Do you want to ride my face, or you want me to give it to you?"

I don't have an answer for him. He seems resolved. He steps in the bed and removes his shirt. My core clenches when I see him.

Fuck, I'm so thirsty.

He pulls me to the bed and lays me down. He climbs on top of me and looks down at me. I realize we haven't been intimate in months.

"Can I kiss you?"

I don't answer. I see the hurt in his eyes, but he masks it quickly and nods. It's not that I don't want to, but I can't do anything at this moment.

"Anything else that's off limits?"

I don't answer again. But he nods anyway. "Just tap me if you want to stop, okay?"

I still don't answer. I can't focus on anything but my breathing and what I need. I feel like I've never been this horny in my life and I just want to cum again and again.

He kisses my cheek, and he goes to my neck and lower. His hands explore my body, leaving heat everywhere before he lowers my top and he finds my erect nipples and he plays with them. They have been feeling extra sensitive, and every stroke drives me wild. He pauses for a few seconds when he finally sees my breasts for the first time in a long time.

"Fuck."

Then he shakes his head.

He comes quickly and he puts one in his mouth, and I moan when he sucks them. He sucks me harder, and I exhale a moan as he gives me what I need. His fingers find my panties and my hands find his hair. He teases my clit as he works my nipples one at a time. I can't look away as he lifts me higher and higher, fingers pumping in and out of me with one purpose. Everything in me sings as he strums me like a guitar.

Then I hear, "Come for me, sweetheart." From a jumble of the noises of the song of pleasure ringing in my head. My toes curl in a mind shattering orgasm and I pant.

He doesn't let me come down. He lowers himself with his mouth, and he removes my shorts. He goes back to fingering me, but he changes the angle. My orgasm picks up again and I clamp my mouth, trying to not make noise for the others.

"Oh, Mason." My voice comes muffled by the hand and my eyes are unfocused. I cum again from his steady and tender circling of my clit with his tongue.

Fuck.

I pant as I try to focus on him as he worships my body in tender, sensual kisses. Its like he doesn't want to stop. Our eyes lock and he continues kissing my body. I pull him to me by his face because I need to kiss him. I haven't tasted his lips in months, and I am dying of thirst. He settles between my legs, and we make out like the high school kids we are. My wetness comes back with a vengeance, and I need it again.

"Mason." I call

And with hooded eyes he pulls back. "Yes, sweetheart."

"I wanna sit on your face." I say with a small pant.

"Fuck, Zara. I've missed you saying that to me. Come and suffocate me." he gives me one last lingering kiss before he lies next to me. I take the rest of my clothes off, and I am left naked. I climb on him, and I sit, and I balance myself with his rock-hard abs that do more to make me wetter. His tongue teases my wetness and I moan as a tremble takes over my body.

It doesn't even feel like I've cum at all. I lean forward and I start riding his face and I rub my wet pussy how I like on his face. I take his cock in my hands and I tease him too with my tongue. We suck each other in a rhythm. I take all of him and I moan cause he tastes so good. better than I remember.

He responds by sticking a finger in my ass and fingering me, driving me insane. I cum with him, even harder this time, and like me, he still needs more. By the time my beast calms down, I am almost exhausted from cuming.

He doesn't push for more and I rest in his arms after, utterly spent. When I wake up in the morning, I leave and go back to my own bed.

It feels silly because we don't have to sneak around. But I don't want us to go too fast. Me and him are on our own journey that's different than the others. And it will be whatever it will be.

It feels like a gut punch when I wake up alone. I almost think maybe it was all a dream until I see her panties on the floor when I get up. I smile to myself, and I feel like a fucking champion. I take the panties and I bring them to my nose.

All the memories of last night come back and I remember her riding my face.

Fuck, it was everything.

I can still taste her, and I want to go to her room and demand she lets me have another taste. It is going to be harder giving her space now that we have taken this direction.

I was trying to take it slow, but my girl wants to play. I go prepare for the day in high spirits. I don't even care its only Thursday and today we have a test after 'lunch break.'

I walk to the kitchen, and I find all the boys, but Zara isn't here.

"Dickheads." I greet them with a smile.

They all stare at me with suspicion, but I pretend I don't see it. I pull a chair and I sit. But it so hard to force my face to be impassive. I feel smug.

"You look like the cat that got the cream. Why are you so chirpy?" Jose asks suspiciously.

I want to tell them. No, I want to rub it in their faces. But I am trying to be mature and so I keep quiet, and I drink my very black coffee Bas gave to me. Plus, I haven't seen her, and I don't know if she wants me to tell seeing she left me like a thief in the night.

I can't deny I feel like a million bucks. I know everything isn't where I wish it was between me and Zara but the fact that she could take even an inch in my direction means the world to me.

Though now it breaks my heart not knowing how she will act when she comes down and I don't want to push her again by trying to force us back together, but I can't help the pain of the possibility that she retreats from what we've started. Something must have made her leave in the morning. I hope she didn't regret what we did.

That had stabbed my already bruised heart, but it is what I have to take. But I know I have to try to be better. It is her show, and I am just here to show my devotion anyway I can.

"On the one day I try to be nice to you." I shake my head and take my seat.

Bas gives me the side glare and I see it then, he's jealous. That makes me happier. I grin wider.

Leo flips the pancakes for us, and Star joins us not long after. She is in shorts, and a loose white summer shirt with spaghetti straps and a small part of her little bump is showing. I stretch my hand for her, and she comes.

My heart smiles. I lean in after lifting her shirt and I kiss her belly. She rubs the back of my head and smiles down at me. We meet for a peck, and she pulls away quickly. It hurts a little, but I know we are headed in the right direction. I just need to be patient.

"Morning, number 3."

I grin wide because I will take everything she gives me. She shakes her head, and her eyes look behind me and her face houses concern. I look back and she kisses my cheek before she goes to Bas who is pouting. She sits on his lap.

He is such a baby for Zara's affection. Asshole wants it all for himself.

We have breakfast and me and Zara keep stealing glances. It feels great to build again slowly. I am hard like fucking diamonds, but it feels so good, it feels like I'm chasing her again and I have to find ways to win her. My mind only has her 24/7 and all the ways I want to make her happier.