I froze. As much as I wanted to make this happen for him, as desperate as my own cock was, there was absolutely no way in the world I was going to do anything to jeopardize this for him.
“Your turn, hot shot. Get your own fucking clothes off, then we can talk.”
I grinned at his sudden confidence, but wasn’t about to argue. I quickly shucked my t-shirt and jeans, underwear and all.
“Oh, my fucking zebra gods,” he said, staring at me. I froze for a moment at the unusual curse, fearful I might have triggered him somehow, but then sighed as he continued. “You are absolutely stunning,” he finished, his eyes raking me from head to toe, licking his lips.
His praise caught me off guard, and this time I was the one who blushed. God damn it, I was a fucking thirty-year-old veteran. Vets did not blush! But tell that to my ears, which I knew had to be burning right then. When I shed my clothes, I hadn't stopped to think about the scars that criss-crossed my body, the long scar on the outside of the hip that had been replaced, or the scars from where I'd been shot. Other than my physical therapist and my doctors, I didn’t think anyone else had ever seen them. At least, not all of them. I’d never really expected to have another lover after Mack, and the few times I’d met with prostitutes, I’d never gotten completely naked.
His frankly appreciative look made me suddenly feel…shy? Unsure of myself? I decided the best thing to do was refocus back on him.
“You’re not so bad yourself, baby,” I whispered, as I looked up and down his body. That was vastly underrating him, of course. Saying Mason’s body was “not bad” was like saying that chocolate ice cream was “all right”. If I could eat either of them for the rest of my life, I thought I’d die a happy man.
“Lee, I’d like you to… help me get these pants off,” he whispered, his eyes locked with mine.
I moved my hands down his back to his waist, my eyes staying locked with his. My hands slid beneath the waistband of his jeans, sliding them down and urging him to lift up so I could move the offending denim down his hips and over the curve of his ass. As his jeans and underwear pooled at his feet, I got a chance to see his beautiful cock for the first time, dark pink and dripping with pre-cum. My mouth literally watered at the sight of him. I couldn’t wait to see what he would taste like.
I urged his body down to the bed as I leaned into him for a kiss, and felt the deliciously electric spark as our cocks brushed together. Mason froze for a moment, and I felt his erection wane slightly at the touch. I smiled gently at him and whispered in his ear.
“You okay?”
He paused for a moment then nodded, smiling tentatively back at me, looking up through his dark lashes, his hair falling over his face.
“Will you kiss me?” he asked.
Those beautiful blue eyes were wide, lips slightly parted as small pants of air escaped his lips. I ran my hands down his chest, across his abdomen – he was long and lean, his muscles clearly defined. I promised myself that I would take the time to explore each curve and divot on his body with my tongue.
He obviously worked on his body, but it was even more obvious he did it somewhere far away from the sun. His skin was pale and creamy, with only the occasional light freckle to break up its perfection. He had more upper body musculature than someone who was just a runner, though genetics probably guaranteed he would never have my size. I leaned in for that kiss, then began working my way down that gorgeous body.
“Your skin is amazing, Mason… so smooth, so hard and soft at the same time,” I whispered as I moved slowly over each inch of his skin, kissing, nibbling, nipping and tasting. I loved the smell of him, the taste of him, the smell of soap, the taste of salt – a combination of sweat and tears, and that unique flavor and smell that was all Mason.
He moaned as I adored the entire surface of his skin. I gave my full attention to my work, worshiping my way down his body, trying to make up for all the years and all the men who had failed to give him his due, but for all my efforts, there seemed to be one area of his body that Mason felt I hadn’t been paying adequate attention.
I'd diligently worked my way down his long, lean build, bypassing his cock. I took pity on him momentarily and stopped for a brief time to lick and suck at the sensitive skin on his balls and the tender skin of his upper thighs, but I didn’t urge his legs apart or explore further. I felt a fine tremor move through his body as I slowly took one, then another of his balls into my mouth, slowly and tenderly playing with them with my tongue.
“Please, Lee…Please...!” he moaned, repeating my name over and over as I licked and sucked those velvety balls.
My reward was a fine trembling, the occasional soft gasp as Mason enjoyed my ministrations. By that point so much pre-cum was leaking down his cock from where it welled up at his slit, I doubted we’d need any lube, but I wasn’t sure he was ready to go that far yet.
I allowed one of his balls to slip free of my mouth and watched in fascination as another small bead of pre-cum rolled down his cock and over his sac. This time I couldn’t stop myself from flicking my tongue out to taste it. His slightly salty flavor exploded on my tongue and I couldn’t hold back a groan.
“Mason… Oh god, you taste so good, baby…” I sighed, my hands kneading his thighs and ass. To his apparent frustration, I then continued my way down his thighs, to his calves, then his feet, until the moans and noises that escaped his lips began to make me feel that I might have made an adequate start to adoring his gorgeous body.
I might have done my work a little too well, because by the time I got to his feet Mason was writhing with need, alternating between exulting over my efforts and cursing me for not touching the one area I'd neglected. Several times I had to bat his hands away as he reached for his cock, until finally, I took both of his hands in one of mine and pinned them above his head against the wall behind the bed.
He froze for a moment, his eyes squeezing shut when I did that, his body taut, his cock beginning to wilt as I hit some trigger for him.
“Mason,” I groaned. “Mason, look at me.” He just shook his head and didn’t open his eyes for the longest time.
“Mason, Ineedyou to see what you’re doing to me,” I hardly recognized my own voice, so low and gravelly, strained with desire. I pulled his hands down until they were in front of him, then down to my crotch, folding his fingers around my length.
I gasped when his hands tightened reflexively around my cock and the sound made his eyes fly open. I chuckled at him as he tentatively stroked me, moaning as he thumbed my slit. I l moved backward on the bed and snagged his hand, sucking his thumb into my mouth. I reveled in the flavor, enjoying the salty bite of pre-cum, but mostly adoring the way it mixed with the taste of him in my mouth.
I slowly pulled his thumb from my mouth and settled his hands on my shoulders.
“Hold onto me,” I said. “Can you do that? Keep hold of my shoulders.” He nodded, hesitantly. I looked between our bodies as I knelt in front of him on the bed. His gorgeous cock was long and pink, its swollen head almost purple now with want and need. I glanced up at his face, thinking this had to be the single most erotic sight I’d ever seen. Mason’s head was thrown back in abandon, his hips helplessly rutting into the air as I nipped and sucked on the sensitive skin behind his balls.
“Oh god, Lee…” he stuttered, his thoughts obviously lost in a haze of lust and desire.
