All I am is a man, I want the world in my hands.

All I am is a man, I want the world in my hands. by pinklipstiiick featuring john varvatos

I grinned, keeping my gaze on Scar as she bit down on her lip and kept her hands busy making the last drinks before her shift ended. A light pink blush crept across her cheeks, making me wonder what she was thinking of... Probably all the ways I'd have her for the rest of the night.

"You can tell me you stopped here just to get free drinks, I won't get offended," She joked, always making light of whatever was going on between us. I still wasn't sure what phase we were in, but I liked this thing we had. Her falling asleep in my arms, waking up with messy hair and a cute smile on her face? It was true, I was getting attached. 

I shrugged as I hid my smirk behind my glass and took a sip, my dark eyes not leaving hes in the process. "I heard that there are always sexy girls here too," I said back after swallowing, making her blush deeper. It was crazy how someone so sexy could still blush that easily, but I loved it. 

She tore her eyes away from mine and let them wander around the bar, "Like that one?" 

My head turned to follow Scar's line of sight, finding a busty blonde wearing sky high heels and a short dress that looked like it'd show everything if she bent over. Not exactly the kind of girl you'd take home to mom. As if she could feel my eyes on her, she tilted her head in my direction and shot me a smile. "The one who looks like a playboy playmate?" I asked as I gave my attention back to Scar, still feeling the girls eyes on me. 

She downed a shot of vodka and finished making her drinks before setting them on a tray, "She's hot," She shrugged, sounding indifferent. 

"True, but I wasn't talking about her," I pointed out, grin still in place as I leaned into her from across the counter. 

Her eyes dropped on my lips, "Just because you hadn't seen her yet." She cleared her throat and straightened her position, "I think she likes you, she's coming here."

An eyebrow lifted as I turned my head and sure enough, the blonde was walking in our direction, a little too much sway in her hips as she walked. No one walked like that naturally. "Hi," She said to me as she leaned against the bar with her arm brushing mine, her breasts resting on the counter as if they were on display. "I'll take two of whatever he's having."

"Not many women drink scotch," Scar said back, sounding like a smart ass and making me want to laugh. I smirked instead. 

Two glasses slid in the blondes direction a second later and I watched as she guided one towards me, lifting up the other and sipping it. "I'm Kristen," She bit her lip and tried an innocent face, giving me a look that seemed more common in porn. 

"Mason," I said simply, flicking my eyes to Scar before picking my drink up and downing it in one long sip. 

My eyes drifted back to Kristen and her cheeks were pink, her glass rolling between her palms. "I'm sorry, are you two together or -"

"No," Scar said quickly, shaking her head. 

I blinked, kind of at a loss for words since she had responded so quickly as if the idea of us being together was ridiculous. "I keep trying and she keeps shooting me down," I joked, smirking as my eyes bounced back and forth between the two women. It didn't take an idiot to notice how they were opposites. Both hot, but in two completely different ways.  

"I can't blame you," She started, leaning those breasts against my arm as she lowered her voice, "She's sexy..."

Scar looked at her with a brow raised, looking surprised by the confession even though I told her the same thing daily. "Thanks, you're not bad either," She said eventually.

The blonde seemed to be taken aback, then laughed, a laugh that sounded genuine and made her boobs jiggle. For a moment, I thought they'd pop out of her dress and hit me in the face. "You're welcome." 

Scar shrugged and offered a small smile, pouring herself more vodka but this time not in a shot glass. 

I eyed her as she downed the liquor in one long sip, this time it was my turn to raise one eyebrow. "Thirsty?" I asked, noticing the weird way she was acting but not trying to put too much thought into it. For all I knew she was just having a hard or busy night. 

"Very," She answered flatly, barely looking at me.

"So are you two friends?" Kristen cut in, her smirk wide and her eyes bouncing between us as her arm brushed against mine in what was supposed to be a casual move that I noticed anyway. 

My eyes left Scar's in favor of looking at the blonde, "Yes, we're friends." 

"Close one, we're neighbors," She added. 

"Oh god!" The girl laughed again, breasts bouncing this time and I was almost positive I saw an areola. "She's fun, isn't she?" Kristen asked me, setting her hand on my thigh, only a few inches from my dick.

"Hilarious," I grinned at Scar, pushing my empty glass in her direction and silently asking for a refill. 

She poured more scotch, sticking her tongue out at me in the process. "The comedian here is done working, I'm going home," She announced, setting the brown bottle back to its place and wiping her hands.

"Do you have plans?" Kristen asked but when I looked at her, she was surprisingly asking Scarlet and not me.I shot a grin at Scar, knowing she had realized the same thing as me. The girl was clearly interested in the both of us."Because I live in the apartments across the street... I have lots of vodka and tequila."

Scar lifted a brow and glanced at me but I was keeping my mouth shut. Honestly, I'd be fine with taking Scar back to my place and having a quiet night in... not that she was ever quiet. "Oh?" She asked as I sipped my scotch, nearly chocking when Kristen's hand inched it's way up my leg, rubbing my dick through my jeans. I felt Scar's eyes on me instantly, feeling like I was doing something wrong which made no sense. The thing about Scarlet was she made it clear that she was fine with the way things were, that one day she wanted something more stable but I wasn't the right man for that. I didn't know if it offended me more or just made me want to prove her wrong. 

"If you two aren't doing anything, I'd love to have you over," Kristen leaned closer to Scar and for a second, I thought she might make a physical move on her too. I had to admit, the idea of them together? Fucking hot. Instead, she lifted her hand off my cock and leaned across the bar to whisper something in Scar's ear, Scar's cheeks turning pink instantly and making me curious."So what do you say?" She bit her lip, pulling away from Scar but her hands were all over her, running across her hair first and then down her arm. For a minute I wondered if she was a hooker since yeah, things like this happened in real life, but how often? 

"Mase?" Scar's eyes flashed to me while I shrugged my shoulders.

"I'm down for anything," I said seriously. 

She stared at me for a long minute, looking annoyed and making me backtrack on what I'd said and which part could have possibly annoyed her. I knew where this was leading... did she expect me to say no? Did she not want to go to Kristen's? I swear, I felt clueless. "Okay," She said eventually, tearing her eyes away from me and focusing on Kristen instead.  

Her eyes sparkled with excitement, her smirk getting wider as she pulled away from Scar, "I was hoping you'd say yes." She bit down on her lip, glancing at me before looking at her again, "Did you ever..." 

"No," Scar said simply. "He did though," She added, nodding at me as she kept her eyes on the blonde. 

"Me too," She admitted like it was nothing. 

My eyes bounced between the girls, my thoughts on Scar and wondering if this was what she really wanted because I'd be more than fine bailing on this girl who had just picked us up. Sure she was hot, but Scar was hotter. "Can I know what you're talking about?" I asked her, a grin on my lips. Of course I knew, I just wanted to hear it.

She walked around the corner, reaching for her purse in the process, and joined me and Kristen on the other side. "Can't you guess? I thought you were smarter than that," She raised one eyebrow at me, the blonde laughing again as if she thought Scar were an actual comedian.

Both eyebrows shot up and I shook my head, playing innocent and still giving Scarlet the chance to back down. 

Kristen was the one who leaned into me instead, her long nails sinking into my thighs and hurting me more than turning me on. "I'm going to tongue fuck your girlfriend while you watch," She said into my ear, biting her lip as she pulled away with her eyes on Scar. I wasn't sure if Scar had heard her, but she didn't jump in and argue about the whole girlfriend thing this time... and neither did I. My mind was too stuck on the image of Kristen between Scar's legs. 

Jesus christ.

"Ready?" I asked and stood up since I seemed to be the only one sitting, I tried not to sound too eager but probably failed. Kristen nodded and led the way, my arm wrapping around Scar's waist as we followed. "We don't have to -"

"Like this isn't what you want," She cut me off, not sounding bitter but kind of emotionless instead.

I stopped walking for a second and pulled her into me, "I came here for you tonight. That girl? She doesn't even know our names."

"You introduced yourself instead," She said back and gave me one of her smirks, whether it was forced or not.

I pressed a kiss against her lips and dropped a hand down to cup her ass when Kristen stopped in the doorway to shoot us a look. "Don't make me jealous!" She said, drawing more than enough attention to us. 

"I don't care if she's jealous," I said quiet enough for Scar to hear, giving her one more kiss before sliding my hand into hers and leading her to the exit.  

She processed my words and followed me as we walked. I wished she'd say something, anything, instead she was being quiet for the first time in forever. "Where did you say you live?" I broke the silence.

Kristen tossed her head over her shoulder, eye-fucking me already. "Just around the corner," She explained, stopping a moment and waiting for us to catch up. 

"I never saw you at the bar," Scar said casually as she glanced at me then noticed and the way Kristen's arm was hooked with mine. She bit down on her lip and for a moment, I swear she looked jealous.

"I would have come more if I had known that I would've find people like you," She answered and leaned her boobs against my arm as we kept walking, the smirk on her face so obvious it was almost making me uncomfortable. 

"I don't go often, only to pick her up," I said and looked at Scar, offering her a grin which only seemed to put her off more.

"You're nice like that," She wrinkled her nose, leaving it at that. 

"Cute," Kristen winked at us before coming to a stop and nodding in front of her. "We're here."

I let her break away from us, wrapping both arms around Scar as I held her small body from behind and kissed her neck. "Are you okay?" I whispered against her skin, Kristen pushing the door open and turning a few lights on. She leaned against the doorway and watched me kiss Scar's silky skin, probably thinking we were already getting started because she walked back to us and kissed Scar on the lips. 

"We should probably go inside..." She trailed off and turned around, Scar reaching for her wrist to stop her and tug her dresses zipped down. I widened my eyes, watching Scar undress Kristen until she was wearing nothing but lacy lingerie. 

I broke away from Scar's body to shut the door, turning back around and finding the girls kissing. Pressing my body back against Scar's, I pushed her skirt up and ran my fingers back and forth across her damp panties, so fucking turned on by how wet she was. "Fuck Scar," I groaned, pushing the panties aside. I worked two fingers inside of her carefully until she was moaning against Kristen's mouth. 

I kept both eyes on Scar, her my main concern. The facts were that after tonight, we'd never see Kristen again... but Scar? I genuinely cared about her. She broke the kiss when I added a third finger inside of her, her head tilted back to lean against my shoulder as she wrapped an arm around my neck. "Oh god," She said in a barely audible whisper, my thoughts so focused on making her feel good that I flinched when another set of hands cupped my dick. 

A groan escaped me as Kristen ran her fingers along the length of me, a coy look on her face. "You're so hard..." She trailed off in a purr, her hands moving between mine and Scar's body. 

My eyes flicked down to Scar who had her eyes shut tight, my fingers still inside of her while she peeled her top off to cup her breasts through her bra. I watched her, thinking of how bad I wanted to bury my dick inside of her tight pussy and watch her play with her breasts while she was on top of me. I swear I was tempted to work a fourth finger inside of her just to watch her break and beg for it.

Kristen's hand stroked me and I groaned, surprised when Scar grabbed my wrist and forced me to pull my fingers out of her as she turned around. "Scar-" I started, but she cut me off by pressing her lips on mine, claiming them before Kristen could. She kissed me hard and possessively, her tongue slipping into my mouth as she cupped my face and I dropped my hands onto her ass, until we were both gasping for air. 

She glanced over my shoulder and gave Kristen a look, flicking her eyes back to me, "Watch me." 

I watched as she finished pushing my jeans and boxers down my legs, Kristen's hand still wrapped around my dick. When Scar got onto her knees, she got the message and moved her hand to my balls instead, kneading them as Scar ran her tongue flat up my erection.

I almost died. 

I peeled my shirt off over my head and tossed it aside, keeping my eyes on Scar the entire time. It was like I couldn't stop watching her, falling into a trance as she took me deep in her mouth. God, she was good at that. "You're wearing too much clothes," I said as my eyes dropped down to her breasts and the bra hiding them.

Kristen moved behind Scar while her head kept bobbing, pushing her skirt and panties down first and then unclasping her bra. Scar removed her hand from my dick for not more than a second, the bra added to my pile of clothes as Kristen pulled on Scar's hard nipples. "Mm," She moaned out, still sucking with her eyes on me. 

I ran my tongue across my lips and watched Kristen touch Scar, her hand trailing down her stomach, all the way to her pussy. I tangled my hands in Scar's hair and stopped her movement, pulling myself slowly out of her mouth and helping her onto her feet. I needed more, I needed to be inside of her. "Bedroom," I said through my teeth, flicking my eyes back to Kristen who was the only one still dressed.

"This way," She grabbed Scar's hand to lead the way, me following them like a lost puppy not that I minded. She fell onto the bed first, shimmying her way out of her panties while still using that coy look but this time to lure Scar. I let it play out, stroking myself while Scar took Kristen's bra off and lowered her head to take her breasts in her mouth one at a time.

Stepping behind Scar, I moved her hips where I wanted them and let  my erection rest against her ass. My eyes were everywhere, it was like there was too much going on I could barely comprehend it. "You're so fucking hot," I growled in Scar's ear and eased inside of her from behind, her pussy so tight as she moaned with Kristen's breast still in her mouth.

Kristen arched her back and moaned too, watching me and Scar appreciatively, her blue eyes wide with lust as her hands tangled with Scar's hair to guide her face where she wanted it to be. "You both are," She smirked before kissing Scar, the two girls closing their eyes as they got lost in the kiss. Scar's hand followed the curve of her body, brushing against her ribs and her hip before drifting on the front where she stopped on her pussy. They shared a look before Scar used her thumb to trace circles around her clit, moans escaping both of them even if for different reasons. I groaned, still fucking Scar at a steady pace that allowed me to pay attention to them. 

"More," Kristen purred as she played with her nips, my hand mirroring her movements but on Scar's breasts instead. 

She slipped two fingers inside of her easily, both of them tossing their heads back almost simultaneously. It was as if there was so much to pay attention too, so many sensations, it was hard to grasp them all together. 

"Oh my god," Scar breathed out, pumping her fingers inside of the blonde at the same pace I was thrusting inside of her, my hand reaching for her chin to tilt it up. She stared into my eyes for a second, my chest tightening as her pussy clasped around my dick tightly.

I crashed my lips against hers, capturing them in a bruising kiss. I could barely tell what was happening, too focused on how good Scarlet felt that the next thing I noticed was Kristen in a sitting position, pulling Scar's fingers out of her. 

Scar broke the kiss with me regretfully, shooting her a puzzled look while I wondered if she was going to leave us alone. Or maybe sit there and watch. "I want you to lick me," She said instead in a low voice as she bit her lip, her words still hanging in the air when she laid back down on the bed, Scar's head between her legs and hers between Scar's. It was obvious what her intentions were.

I pressed against Scar's back so she was on all fours, her head craning as she ran her tongue flat against Kristen's pussy. The blondes body shuddered and she kept playing with her breasts, pulling and pinching her hard nipples. Pulling almost all of the way out of Scar, I slammed back inside of her and she let out a scream, curse words leaving me as she tightened around my dick. "Jesus," I pulled back again, Kristen's lips at the base of my dick and moving down to my balls. 

"Don't stop," She cried out and my eyes moved from her to Scar who had her tongue slipped inside of Kristen's pussy, the view pretty much killing me... well that and the way she felt. 

I sucked in a breath as Kristen fit a ball sack into her mouth, reaching for my hand which was on Scar's hip and guiding it down to her breasts. I lowered my head to Scar's neck and breathed in her sweet scent before pressing kisses against it, my thumb playing with Kristen's nipple as I kept kneading her breast. "Fuck, I'm close," I whispered in Scar's ear, realizing how slowly I was moving inside of her, as if I were savoring every moment of this. Getting myself into a straighter position again, I sped up, groaning each time she tightened around me.

"God yes!!" Kristen yelled out and when I looked, Scar was sucking on her clit. I about lost it there.

I pinched her nip and she screamed again, my other hand moving to Scar's clit and rubbing it hard to hear her own screams, they drove me fucking insane. "Cum for me," I groaned, pressing against her while my dick sunk deep, all the way inside of her. I let go, coming hard inside of Scar, moving both hands back to her body and holding her hips while I sped up my pace to have her coming with me. 

She didn't last more than two seconds longer, her mouth leaving Kristen's pussy to be replaced with her hand as she arched her back and threw her head back, her orgasm hitting hard. I groaned as she screamed, dying a little as her legs started shaking and her fingers were rubbing the blonde's clit like crazy. "Fuck Mase!" She moaned loudly as I didn't stop, my dick still pounding hard and deep inside of her as if I couldn't stop. I didn't want to. 

"Holy shit," I groaned as I buried myself deep inside of her and stopped moving, my arms going around her waist to press my chest against her tiny waist. 

I almost forgot that Kristen was there when all of a sudden her moans rivaled Scar's. "Oh god," She breathed out finally, her legs collapsing on the bed and her body heaving up and down under ours.

I glanced at Scar as she got into a straight position, her hands on my arms and forcing me to pull away and out of her. "Where's the bathroom?" She asked, 

my mouth falling open to ask if she was okay.

"First door on the right," She answered, still panting.

I kept my eyes on Scar as she turned to look at me, her face blank and confusing the hell out of me. I'd seen her post sex face more than a handful of times and this wasn't it at all. "Thanks," She said quietly as she headed to the bathroom, picking up her underwear from the floor in the process. 

I sat down on the bed and scrubbed my hands over my face, feeling like I had fucked up somehow. I didn't though. Still, I couldn't help shaking the feeling. My eyes flicked to Kristen as her fingertips ran up my thigh, "Is it my turn now?"

I didn't even get the chance to answer her when Scar walked back into the room, looking at us with that same look on her gorgeous face. "I have to go," She said in a mutter, grabbing her skirt and top to get dressed.

I stood up, ignoring Kristen who was holding onto my wrist, "I'll take you home."

"Stay please," She begged while I slid my wrist from her grasp, Scar already fully dressed and looking like she felt out of place. 

I swiped my shirt from off the ground and picked up all of my scattered clothes, pulling them on one at a time and following behind Scarlet who was already on her way through the apartment towards the door. "You don't have to follow me," She said quietly, still walking and not bothering to slow down her fast pace.

I zipped my jeans up, struggling to put my shoes on while walking, "Can you wait for a second. Where's the fire?"

"I want to go home Mase. You can stay... Kristen is obviously sad to see you go," She said in a flat tone, crossing her arms over her chest as she stopped for a second to look at me. 

I looked over my shoulder towards the bedroom where Kristen still was, not feeling even the slightest bit sorry about us bailing on her so unexpectedly. Then again, I strongly got the feeling that we weren't the first to do such a thing to her. "Is that what this is about?" I asked and lifted a brow.

She rolled her eyes and walked through the door, me catching it before it closed in my face. "Scarlet," I said, catching up to her and grabbing her wrist. "What's wrong? If you didn't want to do that, you didn't have to."

"I know that Mason."

"Then what's wrong?" I asked with concern showing in my tone. 

She stared in front of us, tugging at the hold I had on her wrist as she practically dragged me out the building. "Nothing," She said quietly. 

"I know that nothing means the opposite," I slid my hand down to hers gently, my fingers lacing with them.

"I just want to go home," She retorted weakly but let me hold her hand as we walked.

I kept quiet a few seconds, our pace fast as I regretted the night, knowing that was the reason why Scar was acting off. But I was still lost as to why... it wasn't me who was flirting with Kristen in the bar or even decided on going home with her. Not that I was complaining. "What else?" I asked eventually, breaking the silence. 

She shrugged, "I don't know Mase, it was just...weird." 

"Weird? How come?" I pressed on, wondering if she meant that we had basically just fucked in front of a complete stranger. We ignored Kristen sure, but she wasn't ignoring us. 

She kept her gaze on the street while I watched her closely, wishing she'd open up since we never talked about anything real. "I don't know," She repeated once again, starting to sound like a broken record at this point. 

"Can you be more specific please? I can't get much from that," I said as we stopped in front of our building, frustration showing in my tone as hard as I was trying to be understanding.

"I'm tired, can we just drop it? It's nothing, really." She finally glanced at me before pushing the door that led to the elevator as she forced a smile, "I need a shower and some sleep, that's all."

"Is that an invitation?" I tried, already half expecting her to shoot me down.

She smiled a small smile and stepped into the elevator first, "Can I take a rain check on that?"

"Of course," I nodded, pressing the button to her floor even though it was above mine. "But I think you'd sleep better in my arms." 

She bit her lip and looked away again, glancing up at the floor numbers as we passed. A brow raised as we passed my floor, no words leaving her mouth unfortunately.  

"The least I could do is walk you to your door and make sure you get inside safely," I said when she said nothing, the elevator coming to a stop.

"Such a gentleman," She said in an unrecognizable tone, leaving me guessing to myself if it was sarcastic or serious. Right now? I felt like I knew nothing about women... and I had been with enough in my life to write a book about the sex. Scar though? She was such a mystery. 

"I try," I grinned at her, watching as she looked away in the direction of her door as my hand gave hers a small squeeze. "Is there anything I could do?"

"Go home and get some rest. You had a busy night," She said in a monotone, it taking everything in me not to groan.

We stopped in front of her door and I let go of her hand, shoving both of mine into my pockets, "Are we okay?"

She glanced at her hand automatically, almost as if she missed my touch. I missed hers. Now though? Everything felt different. When she looked back up, she made eye contact with me finally. "Sure," She said eventually after what felt like an eternity. 

"Yeah?" I asked quietly, keeping my face blank since it felt like we were playing a game. When she bit her lip and nodded, I pulled my hand out of the pocket of my jeans to run it through my hair, "Good. So...good night I guess." 

"Wait a sec," She set her hand on my chest and I gave her a puzzled look but kept silent, my eyes still locked on hers. "You're still coming to my silly show?" 

I shrugged and she let her hand drop along her side, "If you still want me to."

She broke eye contact once again in favor of opening the door, confusing the hell out of me again since it seemed like she didn't want me to leave one minute then couldn't wait to get away from me the next. "I do," Scar turned back to me and kissed my cheek even though her lips were what I wanted to kiss instead. "Good night Mase."