He smiled at me again, his smile bittersweet. My heart hurt for all he’d gone through to gain this knowledge. I swore to myself if I had anything to say about it, Mason wouldn’t have to struggle with anything else as long as he was with me. I knew it wasn’t a vow I could really keep, but my intent was there. I intended to love and cherish him for the rest of our lives.
Fuck. That sounded awful permanent.
Mason snagged my thoughts away from the rabbit hole they’d started to go down by thrusting against me.
“So.” he said, once again starting to rock his hips against mine. “Now that we’ve been all adult-y, are we cleared for sexy naked time?”
“‘Adult-y?’” I asked, looking at him dubiously. “I don’t think that’s a word.”
“Do youreallywant to spend the next few minutes challenging the Word Boy of February when we could be doing this?” he asked, his fingers sliding down and exploring my crease.
“Fuck, no,” I said, my skin prickling at the feeling of his fingers sliding across my ass.
“Oh, goody…” he said, grinning. Mason reached his hand over to the bedside table and fumbled with the drawer, pulling out the lube and condoms. He laid them on the bed, then looked up at me. I anticipated what he was going to say and started to move off him, planning on getting on my hands and knees on the bed.
Mason lay on his side looking up at me.
“Wait,” he said. “I need… Lee, I need toseeyou.”
I paused for a moment and berated myself. I'd thought about this earlier and had figured that face to face would make things easier on Mason. I’d meant to suggest it myself, but in the heat of, well, everything, I’d forgotten.
I lay down next to him, my mouth pausing for a moment to lay long, drugging kisses on his. He looked up at me, his eyes a little glazed.
“Like this?” I asked, rolling onto my back, bringing my feet up on the bed. I felt horribly exposed for a moment, not because of the expected, but because all my scars were facing Mason. I closed my eyes a moment, reminding myself we both had scars. When I opened my eyes to see Mason watching me closely. As I focused on him, he smiled, his beautiful lips pink and swollen from our kisses.
“Justlike that,” he said, his voice thick with the arousal that was evident by his hard length jutting toward me.
I stifled a groan as he moved between my legs, his hands and fingers playing over my skin.
He stopped when he was between my legs, then leaned forwardwithout warning and wrapped those perfect lips around my cock, sucking me down to the root.
I wasn’t porn star large, but I was thick enough that some men used to have trouble coaxing my cock all the way into their throats, and I’d never had anyone deep throat me before. Mason had no such problems, just sighing and relaxing the muscles of his jaw and throat as he pulled me deeper into the hot, wet cavern of his mouth.
“Christ,” I exclaimed, my body arching up off the bed as I struggled hard not to allow my hips to piston forward and fuck his mouth.
“Mmmmm,” he moaned, taking me deeper. The feeling of his throat vibrating around my cock almost made me come right then and there, and I started doing multiplication tables in my head to try and stave off my orgasm.
“Stop!” I finally gasped and grabbed the base of my cock, struggling to avoid blowing my load so quickly. “If you keep that up, I’m going to come.”
Mason grinned up at me as he released my erection with a pop, his lips leaving a trail of saliva and pre-cum across my dick. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, his whole demeanor changing. This was confident, sexy Mason—and I was completely enamored of him.
“I’m just getting started…” he whispered, then dipped his face back down between my legs. I cursed as I felt his tongue trail across my cock, then down behind my balls.
The moment I felt his tongue land on the sensitive skin around my hole, I knew one curse word wasn’t going to be sufficient.
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Mason
The streamof curse words that escaped Lee’s lips would have made any sailor proud. I dug my fingers into his hips in a vain effort to keep them from pistoning up as I swiped my tongue over the wrinkled skin around his hole. God, his taste was intoxicating. Part salt, part bitter, and all of it Lee.
I felt his fingers sink into my hair and grasp me firmly as I continued my ministrations. I felt the ring of muscles around his hole tense and release as I continue my oral assault. I'd never experienced this except with Lee and the idea of sharing this special act with him made something in my chest flutter.
I looked up and could see his rigid cock bounce against his stomach, and I inhaled sharply at the sight of his lust-drunk eyes catching mine.
“Fuck, Mason, if you don’t stop that, we’re getting nowhere tonight,” he gasped.
I grinned at him.
