“I just want you filling me. I need you.”
Nothing pleased him more than knowing Chase needed him. That Chase desperately wanted him and craved his body as much as he craved his.
Chase reached back and grabbed the back of Mason’s head, pulling him close. Mason kissed the back of Chase’s neck and wrapped his other arm around him, feeling his fingers in the grooves between his abs, appreciating those firm muscles as much as he had before.
They swapped tongue-filled kisses, Chase releasing groans of pleasure as he twisted his body, his muscles putting on a show for Mason as they compressed and contracted before him. The heat from the humidity combined with their bodies, forcing sweat to drip from Mason’s forehead and onto Chase’s body.
Mason continued pushing and thrusting, his arousal climbing too quickly—much quicker than he’d expected.
As he pushed within Chase once again, feeling that energy within him moving from his balls to his shaft, he knew he was getting close.
Too close.
“God-fucking-dammit,” he muttered, his lips against Chase’s ear before he shot his load inside him.
He pulled Chase’s body tightly against his. Like so many times before, he didn’t want to let go. He didn’t want to give him the chance to escape his love again.
But he had a desire even more powerful than that right then.
He eased his cock out.
Chase spun around, knowing in his eyes.
Mason backed up to a table on the other side of the stalls, then hopped onto it and lifted his legs, gripping on to his thighs.
“Now, your turn. Come in me, Chase. Make me yours… totally yours. Please.”
He could hear the desperation, the need in his own voice, but he didn’t care. He was willing to be totally vulnerable with Chase, to let him see his all, even knowing how much Chase had the power to hurt him, to break him.
“This is the first time you’ve asked me for this in a long time,” Chase said.
“Do you not want to?”
“Of course I do. It just surprised me is all.”
“Hopefully in a good way.”
“In the best sort of way.” Chase smirked. Even though he was a hell of a bottom, he was also an amazing top. And when he did, he could bend Mason to his will and make Mason totally submissive to him.
Mason figured he hadn’t been willing to give him that before because he was still so guarded, felt like he had to preserve some piece of himself, but he didn’t want to keep anything from Chase… or himself. Not anymore.
Chase approached the table and produced enough spit to lubricate his own cock, readying himself for entry.
Mason could tell by Chase’s erection that he was as stiff as he could be.
Chase offered Mason the same courtesy as Mason gave him, pushing in slowly, keeping his eyes on Mason to make sure he didn’t move in too fast. But Mason wasn’t worried. He wasn’t fragile, and he trusted Chase in the same way Chase trusted him.
Chase looked down at him, his face tensing up and his breathing heavy. He moved his hand across Mason’s abdomen, his finger dipping into his navel. Mason rolled his head back, calling out as Chase’s cock hit his sensitive prostate. Chase arched back, wrapped his arms around Mason’s legs as he took him while Mason spread his arms across the table and gripped on to the edges. Chase enjoyed the way his cock felt inside Mason.
“I want to be yours, Chase. Totally and completely yours. Fill me up, Feisty.”
Chase fucked him good and hard. His breathing intensifying along with the sweat that poured down his body as their bodies endured the heat that filled the air.
Chase leaned down and kissed him passionately, his movements so easy to read, so easy for Mason to know exactly where he was at and how close he was to coming inside him.
“Yes,” Mason whispered into Chase’s mouth before Chase leaned back again, putting his arms back around Mason’s thighs. He shifted about, his face twitching as he grunted.
Mason could tell by the look in his eyes as they rolled back that they were becoming one. They were together in a way they had only started sharing recently.
