“I’ll bet you can. And since I have a hard-ass of a boss you need to show me now.”
He held out his hand, and a chuckling Jude took it and led him to the bedroom.
Chapter Fifteen
Mason rolled over and on top of him. “Good morning. And happy two weeks.”
As always when Mason touched him, Jude’s body hardened and his heart pounded. “Two weeks?”
Nuzzling close, Mason wriggled down, trailing a path of wet kisses, and Jude almost stopped breathing when that luscious mouth hovered over the crown of his cock. “Two weeks together in the office and in bed, and we haven’t killed each other.”
About to make a sarcastic comment, Jude choked on his words as Mason ran the flat of his tongue from the top of his achingly hard shaft to the bottom before taking him to the back of his throat. He tightened his lips to create the perfect suction and sucked hard, keeping up the wickedly perfect flutter of his tongue.
“Oh, God.” His eyes fell shut, and he lost himself to Mason’s increasingly addictive lovemaking. Threads of fire tingled under his oversensitized skin, and his hands clutched at the sheets. “Now, now.”
Mason, that bastard, scraped his nails over his taint and sank a finger inside him, all while sucking him to the root. The pain mixed with pleasure rose hot inside him, and he thrust hard. The addition of a second finger inside him set off the powerful surge of his orgasm like a blast of dynamite, and he came, gasping for breath, spots dancing in front of his eyes even as Mason continued to unrelentingly pump and crook those damn fingers.
“Too much,” he grunted, trying to wiggle free, but Mason held on to his hips, chasing the aftereffects of his climax by licking his shaft clean, kissing up his abdomen, and swirling his tongue in the line of dark hair. The hard poke of his erection left a wet smear along Jude’s thigh, and he slung a heavy arm around Mason’s waist and held him tight.
“One good turn deserves another, don’t you think?” Jude wet two fingers and slid them in the perfect cleft of Mason’s ass. He played and teased Mason’s rim, knowing by now the spots to press and linger on to drive him wild. “Happy anniversary to you too.”
“Oh…Jude, come on. Come on, please.” Having Mason’s perfect body writhing in his arms, knowing he gave him pleasure, had become one of the highlights of Jude’s day and night, and he could admit to himself—if to no one else—that he’d become insatiable for him.
“I like when you beg me nicely. Do it again.” He circled Mason’s hole. “You like this, don’t you?” He fed the tip of his finger into Mason’s passage, loving how it gripped him and drew him in tight.
“Yes, fuck you. You know I do.” Mason wiggled on him, forcing himself on Jude’s hand, and Jude couldn’t help his smug smile.
He did know. From that first time Mason had stayed over, they’d spent their nights together, exploring every inch of each other’s bodies. Where Jude used to stay home after work, glued to his computer, he and Mason now wandered around SoHo window-shopping or sat in cafés having drinks and dinner. Being a couple.
He fingered Mason, knowing the exact moment Mason fell over the edge by the way his eyes flew open and the sweat glistened over his body. Mason dug his fingers into Jude’s shoulders, his cock rubbing hard and fast against Jude’s thigh. With one final thrust, Mason came, shooting hot streams of wetness, and hissed as Jude continued to move inside him, pushing him past the pleasure point.
“Fuck, you’re killing me.” Mason clawed at his chest, his gaze frantic, mouth open and gasping for air.
Watching Mason fall apart above him, the sting of nails across his chest barely registered. He was beautiful, wild and free in a way Jude had never imagined. Jude’s fingers remained buried deep inside Mason as he collapsed, sprawling limp and shaking over him.
“What did you do to me?” Mason’s voice rumbled into Jude’s neck. “I may never walk again.”
Jude slowly drew his fingers out of the hot clench of Mason’s ass and smoothed his hand up the curve of Mason’s beautiful back. “I’ll carry you until you can.”
“Aren’t you the sweetest? Mmm, that feels nice.”
Jude tangled his hand in Mason’s silky waves, winding the curls around his fingers. Their eyes met, and unnerved, Jude wanted to break away but couldn’t. How had this happened? Before, he couldn’t be in the same room with Mason. Now, his bed was cold without him.
“You’re nice.”
His mouth found Mason’s, and they kissed until Mason fell off him and stretched out on the bed.
“I surrender. Whatever you want, you can have.”
You. I want you.
That thought, which only a month ago would’ve seemed ridiculous, now sounded so right. But he couldn’t say the words.
“I’m good.”
Mason grinned. “You sure as hell are.”
Jude propped himself on his side, his gaze sweeping over Mason’s long, lean-muscled body, his lips swollen and red as his breathing steadied. Hazy golden eyes met his, and Mason reached out a hand to trace his fingertips over the marks on Jude’s chest.
