It was hot as fuck.
As Mason worked into a stride, Chase relaxed into the experience—savoring each jolt of energy that radiated through him and seized control of his nerves.
Mason reached around and grabbed his cock, stroking it, offering him even more pleasure than Chase thought he could handle.
He gasped, and Mason said, “See? I know this body best. I remember everything that gets you going. Everything that turns you on. Where all the buttons are that can make you call out.”
He slowed his stroke. “I can edge you like nobody’s business.”
“Oh my fucking God,” Chase cried out as Mason offered a quick thrust, hitting his prostate in a way that forced him to call out, “Oh, Mason!”
Mason chuckled, obviously pleased with himself for how good he was at arousing him, and Chase gave it to him.
He knew he was good.
That was certainly something that hadn’t changed between them.
“God, your body’s so beautiful, Chase. Like it’s always been. Feel how hard you still make me. I’m pre-coming so fucking much right now. How does it feel having my cock back inside you? Tell me.”
Mason moved his hand up Chase’s neck and slid his fingers in his mouth before letting his hand slide back down his face.
Chase’s body quivered. “You know how it feels,” Chase said.
“Tell me. You know I want to hear it. Ineedto hear it.”
He kissed alongside Chase’s neck as he continued fucking him, Chase writhing in pleasure. It was driving Chase crazy. He was so aroused, so on edge.
“Tell me.” Mason’s words were a command, and he easily submitted.
“Like you pushed me right to the edge, but you’re holding me, keeping me from going over,” he confessed.
He could feel Mason’s smile against his neck. He loved knowing how pleased Mason was with himself, knowing that Mason deserved every bit of credit for how he felt right then. Mason surely knew how Chase wanted to explode, but also how he wanted it to last for so much longer.
Mason pulled his hand from Chase’s neck. Chase watched him as he licked his thumb before smirking.
“Because I’m the master of this body,” he said as he rested his hand on Chase’s pec and massaged his thumb over his nipple.
“Fuck!” Chase cried out as Mason jerked on his cock in a corkscrew motion, hitting all those nerves the way only Mason knew how. “I’m gonna…”
But Mason slowed just as soon as he said the words, and Chase found himself painfully close, standing on his toes because he was ready to release. Just one stroke from Mason and it would have been over.
“Not yet,” Mason said sternly. “But soon.”
Mason stopped pushing within him. He just remained still, obviously trying to delay Chase’s climax.
Chase had to hold on to the tree trunk to keep from snatching his cock away from Mason and finishing himself off—an urge which everything in him pushed him toward.
Mason pulled his cock out.
“What are you doing?” Chase asked as he turned around quickly, alarmed by Mason’s movement.
Mason squatted and wrapped his arms around Chase’s thighs before hoisting him into the air and pushing him back against the tree.
“Relax, Feisty. It’s all gonna be worth it in the end.”
He winked before lining up his cock and pushing back inside him.
Chase’s eyes rolled to the back of his head as Mason hit his prostate once again.
