Peer pressure is a terrible thing. I give you more, Bonnie and Mason. This one is a little more intense - adult - okay sexual. I don't think its as good as the first round. So sorry if you're disappointed. I hope you enjoy it regardless.
Secrets on Monday
Mason's kisses burned hot like fire as he snaked a path along Bonnie's spine. When he reached a new ridge his tongue would lazily lick the elevated skin. Sometimes he would play a little game, sketching a word on her back without the use of his hand, "What did I just spell?"
Her giggles drifted to the air before she responded, "Bonnie." His lips caressed her skin again and she concentrated, visualizing the motions and connecting the dots to the appropriate letter of the alphabet.
"Now?" His tone fell to a seductive whisper and she swore that she would and could climax from that alone.
"Mine."
This was dangerous.
Quietly locked away in Mason's bedroom at the Lockwood estate, Bonnie opened up her body and mind to a stranger. It wasn't love, not even lust, those were the lies she recited over and over again like a new incantation forcing its way beneath her skull. Loneliness did this, propelled her to this place and time. His hands slipped beneath the band of her bra. She shifted aiding him in his attempt at removing the satin and lace from her body. The material wouldn't give and she heard the snap when it popped and ripped from the seam. Another one of Victoria's secrets ruined.
"Oops." He murmured and her body vibrated from the bass in his voice. "I'll buy you a new one."
Mason was obviously stronger than the few boys who had been lucky enough to go this far with little Miss Bennett, but she had no doubt that his strength exceeded that of an average man. Maybe even a vampire.
She watched as he forced himself to be gentle, careful to roll her over on her back, without marking her skin. She felt something hiding under the surface each and every time his fingers connected with hers. It was an electric current threatening to singe her skin at the point of contact. The feeling was different, nothing like the brief flashes of fear that she felt upon initially meeting Stefan. Instead it was almost comforting.
They were kindred.
"What are you?" Mason spoke softly as he placed kisses on her belly.
"Yours," Bonnie took advantage of Mason's divided attentions and pushed him down on the mattress and straddled his waist. "Remember."
She cried out when his wet tongue met her left nipple. "Mmmmmhmmmm…"
One finger then two slipped inside her slickened heat. Bonnie hated that Mason refused to do more than bring her to completion with his hand.
"When you're eighteen." He bit her neck with each word.
That's what he said every time they were together. He was scared but what he didn't know, was so was she. Just as Mason was frightened that Bonnie would decide take her body and love to a partner closer to her age, she worried that someone from his past, a woman who was older and wiser, and not her would steal his heart away.
"When I'm eighteen," Her hand slipped between them and grabbed the bulge fighting for freedom from his shorts, "I can have this." She pushed their repetitive debates from her head and focused on the things he was going to do to her body.
"Come here."
Willingly she went, brushing his lips with hers, and tasting the mint on his tongue. Their kiss deepened as her hips met the flick of his wrist. His fingers were clawing inside of her, stroking her clit, separating her folds.
"Shit, I want to taste you."
Bonnie smiled, she had him and if she kept going, Mason Lockwood would be hers long before her eighteenth birthday.
"Then do it." She nipped his bottom lip. "Our little secret.
Mason lifted her higher until she could feel his breath on her sex. He lowered her, separating her inner lips with his fingers before he tortuously flicked his tongue over her swollen flesh. She shivered, struggling to maintain her composure. She gripped his hair and mirrored the syncopated rhythm of his tongue. She felt her orgasm when it began to build.
Bonnie squeezed her breasts, threw her head back, and accepted the final thrust he offered. There was no need for begging; Mason brought her to the edge and back, before he took her there again.
She slipped into sleep in the safety of his arms and soon he followed.
Neither of them saw Tyler when he opened the door and discovered their Monday afternoon secret.
