“Oh, yes the hell you are. You’re disrupting my flow. Everything was cool until you came into the picture. Life was exactly as it should be and then you came along with your smooth talk and pretty-ass face and fucked it all up.”
“You’re sounding crazy,” he said. “I thought we were feeling each other.”
“Well, you thought wrong.”
I wanted to make sure Mason never bothered Jon again. She was perfectly content with her bleak life until he entered it. His ass had to go.
“I’ll tell you what,” I said, pulling him by the hand into the apartment. “Let’s just get it over with.”
“Get what over with?” he asked.
“Fucking.” I bypassed the living room and continued down the hall to the bedroom, pushing him backward on the bed and straddling his thighs. “This is your ultimate goal anyway, right? Getting Jon in bed.”
I realized my slip immediately; referring to Jon in third person. Mason must have been too stunned to catch on because he didn’t reference it.
“You know you want this pussy,” I whispered, ripping the buttons off his oxford shirt. “I’m going to do you up real nice so you can move on to your next victim.”
He attempted to push me off without getting rough but I was relentless. Besides, I could feel his dick getting hard beneath me.
“I don’t consider women to be victims, Jonquinette,” the little puppy whimpered. “I thought you knew me better than that.”
I started licking up and down the center of his chest and then nibbled on his left nipple. “Just relax, baby,” I said. “I’m about to give you the fuck of the century.”
He flipped me over so that he was on top.
“Oh, you want to plummet in and out of me in this position, huh? Cool by me.”
I started trying to get my panties off but he grabbed both of my wrists and pressed them up above my head.
“Stop it, Jonquinette!” he yelled out.
I ground my hips underneath his dick and licked my lips. “Damn, I knew you were probably well-hung but shit! Let me put it in my mouth, Mason. Let me drain that long-ass pipe of yours.”
“Jon, stop talking like a whore,” he said. “You’re acting like some one-night stand a brother would pick up in a nightclub. That’s not like you.”
“Oh, but it is like me. It’s exactly like me. I am a whore. I’ve picked up so many men in clubs and fucked them that I lost count years ago.”
The pain in Mason’s eyes was obvious. That elated the hell out of me.
“That’s right. I’m a whore. I’m not even a common whore. I’m a major whore. I’ll give this pussy to whoever wants it, whenever they want it, and however they want it.”
Mason got off me, left the bedroom, and headed down the hall for the door. I followed him. “I’ll just talk to you later, Jonquinette. You must have had a bad day because I know you’re lying. For some reason, you’re trying to push me out of your life but it’s not going to be that easy. I won’t go away without a fight.”
“You won’t go away without a fight? This isn’t fuckin’ Romeo and Juliet. There’s no family feud going on here. I don’t want to be with you like that. If you want to fuck once and move on, then let’s fuck. But don’t harbor any delusions about this ever becoming more than that.”
He turned and stared me in the eyes. “This is already more than that. You and I both know it.”
He was really laying it on thick! You would have thought that Jon had fucked him silly by the way he was performing.
“I’m going to say this one more time,” I said, poking Mason in the chest. “I am a whore—pure and simple.”
“I don’t believe that.” He went out of the apartment and started down the steps. “I’ll call you tomorrow.”
“Since you refuse to face reality, I’m just going to have to validate it for you.” I paused for a second before I went in for the kill. “Call up your buddy, Logan, and ask him if I’m a whore!”
He started back up the stairs. “What did you just say?”
“I didn’t stutter. Call Logan and ask him what’s up with me. Ask him what happened between me and him at the wedding reception. Ask him if he enjoyed the way I rode that big, juicy dick of his on top of that table in the back room.”