I looked into his eyes and couldn’t keep from smiling. His blue-gold eyes were still shiny from the tears, but now were turned on me with a heat and passion that I didn’t think I’d seen in them before. Teaching him about love would be no hardship. After all, it was somethingIwas passionate about.
“Mason,” I whispered as my hands cupped his face, then stroked down his sides, around his waist, then over the tight mounds of his ass.
“Yes, Lee?” He asked, his head leaning towards my chest, his tongue flicking out to lap across my nipple.
“Fuuuuck…” I groaned, sliding a hand around to stroke across Mason’s length.
“Yes, I think that’s what we’re doing…” he muttered.
“Smart-ass,” I said, slapping his ass lightly with my other hand. He grinned up at me, his teeth nibbling at my nipple gently.
“You like my ass, just the way it is,” he said, soothing the sharp bites with licks.
I could only nod repeatedly in agreement as he moved his attention to my other nipple. The man’s mouth was wrecking me.
“God, Mason…” I whispered again, moaning as his hand reached down to cup my balls and knead them gently.
“Yes, Lee?” He asked, a devilish grin lighting up his eyes.
“Will you please, please fuck me?” I begged, taking both of our cocks in my hand and stroking them together. “That is… if you’re ready.” I added. I didn’t want to put pressure on him, especially after the previous night, but the things he was doing to me were driving me crazy.
Mason hissed as my tugs increased in pressure and speed.
“Fuck, yes.Fucking. Yes, moving on with the fucking…” he babbled. He was adorable when he babbled, and I couldn’t help but grin at him. I was so certain I was in charge of this encounter and so enthralled by the feel of him and the words he was saying, I didn’t notice he had maneuvered us to the bed.
He stopped all movement and looked at me, that mischievous grin back on his face. With an unexpected wink and laugh, he pushed hard against my chest and I tumbled backward onto the bed, arms windmilling.
“Wha— Ooof!” I exclaimed, the air momentarily knocked out of me as I landed unexpectedly on the bed. Mason laughed as he practically pounced on top of me, raining kisses down across my face.
“I’m going to make you crazy with need, Ripley David Devereaux,” he whispered in my ear, sucking one earlobe into his mouth. The sound of my full name on his lips caused my dick to jump and do a little jig between us.
I looked at him in surprise. “Who told you my middle name?” I demanded. I hated my middle name. It was just so… normal.
Mason laughed.
“I may or may not have traded some sketches for the information with a certain female member of the Devereaux household,” he teased.
“Well, that really narrows it down,” I said, reaching up and wrapping my arms around Mason, pulling his tight body against my own. “I mean, there’s only three of them.”
“Well, Weaver might have also promised me some naked baby pictures, too,” he trailed off.
“Traitor!” I snarled, but my growl turned to a groan as his fingers slid between us and down around my balls. “When did she do that? You haven’t even met her yet!”
“Bishop was kind enough to introduce me to the family chat,” he grinned, his eyes twinkling at me mischievously.
I groaned as he caressed me, but a thought occurred to me and I grabbed his hand, stilling him for a moment. I pulled his hand up between us, which halted most of our movements.
“I really don’t want to talk about my family right now. We should have had this discussion already, but I have to ask two questions,” I said, and despite my best efforts at being responsible, my hips rockedback and forth, stroking our cocks together. “First, are you sure about this?”
“Ohhhh, you don’t play fair, Lee Devereaux,” he moaned, his eyes practically rolling backward in his head. “But seriously,” he paused all movement below the belt and looked into my eyes. “Yes, I am absolutely sure I want this. I want you.”
“You’re right, I don’t play fair. I play to win,” I grinned at him, one hand gently pinching a nipple. “But I think I told you that already.” I smiled wider as he groaned in response, then continued, “Second, I want you to know I’m negative. I had a physical about six weeks ago when I was cleared to work for Uber and I had the doctor checking everything else, too. I was given the all-clear and I haven’t been with anyone since,” I said, my eyes captured his, but my hands stroking his sides.
Mason smiled at me. “Me neither. I mean, other than you. I got tested six ways from Sunday when I was in the hospital and for months after I moved in with the Grahams. I felt so… dirty. I was almost pathologically afraid they might catch something from me if I didn’t,” he said, rolling his eyes at himself.
“You know—” I started, but he interrupted me.
“Yes, I know. I couldn’t have spread HIV, or anything else for that matter, if I wasn’t engaging in sexual activity with them, but I was young, and stupid. Ricky did his best to keep me ignorant about a lot of things. Thank god for public libraries with internet access,” he said, grinning at me. “I know a lot more now than I did then.”
