I walk purposefully back over to Mason, not giving him a second to speak before my mouth crashes onto his with a burning passion I thought only existed in books.

This time I'm the one who pulls back, leaving him breathless.

"I don't need perfect." I say, shaking my head. "I just want you." I giggle, giddy on the thoughts of what might be about to happen, "For as long and as many times as you'll have me"

Mason searches my face, probably trying to find a hint of hesitation - a sign that I'm forcing myself into this. But there's nothing to find. I'm nervous as hell, sure, but only because of how badly I want this.

"Are you sure?" He asks and my heart does a little backflip at the care in his voice and the soothing way he's stroking my arms, "There's no rush Lexi."

"I'm sure." I say, kissing him enthusiastically.

Mason grins against my mouth, breaking the connection to show me the pure, unfiltered joy and heat in his expression.

"You have no idea how badly I want you Lexi."

I make a bold move and cup him through his jeans, feeling him pressing against the zipper already. Mason's breath hitches and I slowly palm the area.

"I'd say I could take a pretty good guess." I jest.

Mason bends down sharply, wrapping his hands underneath my thighs and hoisting me up so my legs have no choice but to wrap around his waist until I'm completely suspended in his arms.

He looks up at me and smirks, "By the time I'm finished with you Princess, you won't have to guess."

Jesus, Mary and Joseph, pray for me.

Mason walks forward a few spaces and turns to the left. He kneels on the edge of his bed and leans forwards until my back hits the mattress.

He reaches back with one hand and taps my ankles, "Unhook them babe."

I frown in response, tightening my grip. I happen to quite like where they are right now.

Mason quirks an eyebrow and leans further up my body, diving into the space between my head and shoulder. His kisses start gentle but he goes to town when he find the sweet spot on my neck that makes me moan out loud. He sucks on the skin until it's almost painful, swiping his tongue across it afterwards to remove the ache.

I'm so distracted that I'm taken by surprise when he bites the lobe of my ear.

"What the-" I start to protest but Mason grasps my jaw in his right hand to interrupt me, his eyes burning into mine.

"Don't be a brat." he snaps, "Unhook. Your. Ankles."

Holy fuck I'm dripping.

I do as I'm told and unhook my ankles, planting them on the bed either side of Mason.

He grins and leans down until his lips hover over mine, just barely touching.

"Good girl" he whispers.

I've died. I've actually died and gone to heaven.

I shiver involuntarily and Mason takes great joy in my disarray.

"I told you words have value." He quips and I snort.

Such a sexy sound. Well done Lexi you idiot.

"You get rewarded for being good."

"I do?" I ask, my voice shaky with nerves and inexperience.

"You do." Mason pauses, turning softer and lightly kissing me, "But if this is as far as you want to go we can stop."

"Don't you dare." I reply hastily.

Mason smiles and slinks away from me, standing up and then lowering to his knees on the floor. I'm about to ask what he's doing when he grips my ankles and pulls me to the edge of the bed. He unstraps my heels, slipping them off my feet and discarding them to the side.

"You are wearing far too many clothes Alexandra."

"As are you Mason."

"Well now this just won't do..." he says, placing his hands on the waistband of my pants, "Permission to remove?"

"Permission fucking granted." I practically yell, my impatience getting the better of me.

Mason chuckles as he pops open the button on my pants and drags down the zip. I have the powerful urge to squeeze my thighs together but I dare not do anything that delays these 'fuck me' pants as Lia called them being ripped off my body.

Mason is slow, peeling the leather away from my skin and I lift my hips to make it easier. He's so slow I want to scream at him to move faster.

"You're torturing me." I groan as he carefully pulls them off my ankles.

Mason's choice of reply? Further torture.

He kisses up the inside of my legs, alternating between them the higher he goes.

I feel vulnerable, my heart pounding so hard I'm sure he'll see it pressing against my ribs when he gets to removing my shirt.

I cover my face with my hands to attempt to contain my embarrassment. I have no experience with foreplay. Absolutely none. I didn't imagine I'd feel so exposed.

Mason stops kissing me before he reaches the apex of my thighs. I feel his weight sink the bed in between my legs and it's mere seconds before he gently grips my wrists and pulls them away from my face.

"Don't you ever hide from me. If I didn't want to see your face you'd be on your stomach while I fucked you from behind."

I gulp, "And what if I want to be fucked from behind?"

Nice going instrusive thoughts.

Mason smirks and releases my wrists, pushing some hair off my face.

"Not tonight. Tonight I want to memorise how your lips parts and eyes water while you fall apart for me."

His voice is breathy and send chills across my skin. His promise of such pleasure swimming around my brain and making me dizzy.

"You certainly think a lot of your talents." I jest because of course I'd make a joke right now.

Mason's gaze darkens, "Feel free to give me your own score."

He runs his right hand up my thigh and slips his fingers under the elastic of my underwear. The intimate contact makes my breath hitch.

"I'll happily accept a scream rating instead of stars." He taunts

"Jesus Christ" I mumble out loud, his words holding a power over me I never anticipated.

"My thoughts are far too unholy right now to be the big JC." Mason chuckles.

Mason removes my shirt, leaving me practically naked in below him while he's still fully dressed.

"I sense a double standard here Jennings." I say glaring at him.

"I don't recall stopping you from taking off my clothes. You're just being lazy." he shrugs.

I respond my roughly pushing my hands under his shirt, flush against his abs. They tense under my touch and I get an intense sense of satisfaction that I affect him just as easily as he affects me. I push the material up and Mason helps me but yanking it over his head and throwing it to the side.

I drag my hands across his chest, marvelling at the ink swirled into his skin. I pay close attention to the rose and its thorny vines that sit over his heart, leaning up to kiss it softly. Even where I wasn't near, I was still under Mason's skin.

I reach down to undo his belt but his hands hold mine still before I get to his zipper.

"Not yet." he orders, pushing himself up and returning to his knees on the floor.

He gently caresses my thighs, reaching up for the elastic of my underwear as I push myself up onto my elbows. He looks at me once again for confirmation and I nod. Mason pulls the material off my hips and down my legs, shoving it in his pocket instead of throwing it to the side.

I quirk an eyebrow at him, "Holding them hostage are you?"

He simply winks at me.

Smug bastard.

Mason begins kissing my inner thighs again, getting dangerously closer to where I most want him.

But even though I don't want him to stop, I can't ignore the sick feeling in my throat as the nerves build to a crescendo.

"I've never done this before." I blurt out, quickly and somewhat panicked.

Derrick was never interested in my enjoyment and I never finished myself after he left. The thought of it disgusted me.

Mason stops kissing and looks up at me, "One step at a time okay?"

I take a deep breath and nod, "Okay."

"Lie back." he instructs and I do as he says.

Mason resumes his tender kisses up my legs, slowly hooking my knees over his shoulders as he does so. He moves higher and higher until the moment I've been anxiously waiting for comes and he presses a kiss to my clit.

It's exhilarating but not nearly as explosive as when the tip of his tongue begins to circle it. The intense sensation has me shooting back on his mattress, my body overwhelmed by the new form of touch.

But Mason doesn't give in that easily. He reaches up and pulls me back towards him by my hips, maintaining his hold so I can no longer wriggle away.

He renews his assault, licking up my centre and resuming the circular motion around my sensitive bud. It's slow at first but as his speed increases, the pleasure only grows.

"Fuck Mason" I yell out, my voice frantic and high. "Oh my god." I moan as he dives inside me with his tongue.

He removes his right hand from my hip and drags it across my stomach, letting it rest in the centre so his thumb can reach down and continue the maddening circles over my clit.

"Is this..." I gasp, "a bad time to tell you...oh my fu-" I bite my lip, "that I've not had an orgasm before?"

Mason doesn't stop is movements to reply. My revelation instead seems to spur him on, his thumb rotating faster and his tongue delving deeper. But there's only so far he can go like this and I feel stuck in a frustrating limbo - enjoying the pleasure but unable to reach any higher.

"More." I pant, "I need more."

Mason withdraws his tongue immediately but doesn't halt his thumb's action.

It's impossible to ignore the way his lips and chin glisten with my arousal and the sight makes me feel high.

"Beg."

"What?" I pant.

"I said, beg." He repeats, "I told you in your first week of being here to beg me for mercy. You want to come? Beg me for it."

"Seriously?! You're doing this now?"

Mason slows his thumb to an agonising pace. It's so leisurely you'd think he was playing on a damn video game controller.

"You bastard." I seethe.

"That didn't sound like a plead for mercy to me Princess, try again."

Mason speeds up his circling ever so slightly and pushes a single finger from his left hand just past my entrance.

I gasp at the intrusion but it's still not enough. I need more.

Time to kick my ego to the curb.

"Please." I scream out.

"Please what?" he counters, rubbing his finger against my inner walls to torture me just that little bit more.

"Please let me come!" I call out, panting.

"Closer but that's still not what I asked for Princess."

"I hate you!" I scream.

"Well now I definitely didn't ask for that." Mason chuckles darkly, adding another finger to the assault, my stomach muscles near cramping from the torment.

"PLEASE!"I scream, "Please show me mercy. Please Mason, let me come."

"I have a title last time I checked" He chuckles.

I want to slap the smirk off his face but I'm too drunk on his movements to care. I cave instantly.

"PLEASE CAPTAIN!" I scream out.

Mason kisses my inner left thigh, "See now was that so hard?"

"Fuck you" I scold, panting hard.

"You will." He replies, not giving me a chance for rebuttal before he removes his thumb and replaces it with his tongue, swirling his fingers inside me to rub against my sensitive walls.

He's relentless and my legs shake as I climb higher.

"I-" I moan, "Mason oh-", I gasp, "What do I- oh fuck."

"Let go Lexi." he demands, sucking on my clit and pushing me over the edge.

I scream his name as I do and I feel him dragging the pleasure out for me as he slows his finger's movements gradually instead of abruptly stopping and laps up my release.

My chest is heaving and I feel myself smiling uncontollably, a giggle bubbling out my mouth.

I've gone insane.

Mason stands and wipes his chin with his hand before leaning back over me and pressing his lips to mine. I can taste myself on his tongue, the taste of him and I combined like a drug I never want to quit.

"I told you you tasted sweet." He says, a smirk tilting his lips as he winks at me.

Oh I am blushing so hard right now.

"Are all orgasms like that?"

Mason chuckles, "You'll never know any different so why does it matter?"

"What?"

"I'd sooner let Coach rail me with his splintered hockey stick than I would ever let you go again. I will never give you any less than everything. So yes, all your orgasms will be like that."

"Lucky me." I say, grin still plastered to my face.

"Oh I think your luck can extend a little further than that Princess." Mason taunts, his heated gaze running over my body.

I don't feel exposed under his examination anymore. I feel... powerful. So powerful that I decide it's my turn to take control and push him off me as I sit myself up. His frown morphs quickly into an intense, heated stare as he watches me slip my arms out of my bra straps and unhook it behind me. I throw it to the side and Mason is practically salivating.

"How'd you like the view now babe?" I tease.

"I'd prefer it if you were under me." he quips back and I intentionally squeeze my thighs together, turned on even more by the wetness pressed between them.

Mason walks closer and I reach out, grabbing the waistband of his jeans and reeling him in. I stare up at him the entire time I unzip his pants and push them down to his knees. He kicks his trainers off, his socks going with them and then steps out his jeans and kicks them to the side. The only barrier between me and his hard length is his briefs and I'm dying to relieve him of them.

But I offer him the same curtesy his has to me first.

"Permission to remove?" I ask, echoing his own earlier request.

He chuckles, "Permission fucking granted"

I smirk and gently pull his underwear down, releasing his dick which bobs in front of me as the material falls down Mason's legs and he steps out of them.

Holy shit, he's gonna break me in half with that thing.

I'm more nervous now than I was when he went down on me and my hands give it away by shaking. Too many memories plague me as I sit here trying to focus on the here and now.

Mason notices and takes my hands in his, "I don't need anything from you Lexi." he soothes.

"But you should get to enjoy yourself too. It shouldn't be a one way street."

"I will - I am - enjoying myself plenty Princess. We don't have to do everything all at once."

"It's not that I don't want to, I just-"

Mason squeezes my hands, "I know, it's okay. We can stop now if you want to."

I shake my head rapidly, "Not a chance in hell am I leaving this room before you fuck me."

Mason chuckles, "Well then who am I to deny my girl what she wants?"

He leans down and picks me up by my waist, turning me around so my head falls on his pillows and I'm once again on my back. Mason climbs onto the bed and leans over me, opening his side table's top drawer. I hear him rummage around before he closes it and holds a small blue foil package in front of my face.

I frown at him and he frowns back.

"What?"

"I'm deciding if I should be pissed off that you have a ready to go stash of condoms next to your bed." I reply.

Mason rolls his eyes, "Come on Lex, you know I've not be celibate since I last saw you."

"Duh, you live in a house of man-whores. No offence." I drawl.

"Offence taken but not important right now." He retorts, "Does it make you feel better if I tell you I've not slept with anyone since our first stand off on the rink?"

"Depends if you're just saying it to placate me or if you mean it."

"I mean it. Plotting revenge and then figuring out the shitshow we became has been a full time job. My thoughts and time have been consumed by you Turner. Say you believe me so we can unpause this marvellous thing we've got going on?"

"Aww, is someone going soft so quickly?" I mock.

"With you in my bed looking like that? Never. But my dick is getting cold and verging on painfully hard so I'd really love to do something about that."

"Poor baby." I coo as he rips the wrapper and rolls the condom on.

"It's really socially unacceptable to emasculate a guy just before he fucks you Alexandra." Mason scolds.

"Sucks for you then because I never cared about being socially acceptable." I quip back and he rolls his eyes.

Mason shuffles forward between my legs and rubs his tip along my centre, purposely pressing it against my clit so that I can't help but whimper.

"You were saying? You don't care about-"

"Oh for Christ's sake Mason, haven't we talked enough? Stop tormenting me." I groan.

Mason chuckles and lines himself up with my entrance but refuses to breach.

When he speaks to me there's nothing but care and seriousness in his tone, "Are you definitely sure about this Lex? You've not, uh, done this in a while and it might hurt."

I snort, "Oh it definitely will. He had a pea for a dick compared to you."

Apparently mentioning the person Mason had tactfully avoided bringing up did nothing to settle Mason's concerns.

I cup his left cheek with my hand and lean up, pressing a kiss to his lips, "I'm fine Mason. Please. I want this. I want you."

Mason nods and I lie my head back on the pillows.

He slowly works the head of his dick inside me and it's nothing but pleasurable. That is until he drives forward and rearranges every organ I have in the process. I gasp and screw my eyes up as I'm overwhelmed by the way he stretches me.

"Fuck you're tight." Mason groans out, keeping still inside me so I can adjust.

"No shit." I reply, my voice strained.

"Are you okay?" he asks and I nod.

"Just give me a min."

"Sure. Got all the time in the world." He says but his voice is too high to be telling the truth and I know it's killing him to stay this still.

"At least the worst part's over right?" I ask but Mason doesn't reply, "Right?"

"Uhh..." Mason stalls, "Hate to break it to you Lex but I'm only half way in."

"HALF WAY?!" I yell, "Fucking hell Mason, what in god's name do hockey players eat?!"

"I can just stay like this, I don't have to go further."

Fuck that.

"I need you to move." I demand.

"Lexi I-" he starts, clearly worrying about me.

"Don't Lexi me." I snap back, "Move."

Mason does so, pulling out slightly and thrusting back in, moving even further inside me this time. I groan but nod for him to continue. The longer it goes on for, the less it hurts and the more I want from him. He continues repeating the motion, pushing as far inside me as he can get, all the while praising me for how well I'm doing.

But I know he's holding back.

"Stop being so gentle." I grit out on the end of a moan.

"I'm trying to take it slow for you Lex." he replies, as his hips move deliciously between my legs.

It's clear to me Mason will refuse to do anything that could hurt me but I don't want either of our pleasures capped by the slow pace he's set. Not when it's an unecessary precaution.

So I do the