I rub myself through the heavy material. It’s awkward, but when I glance up, Mason’s watching me intently. Maybe he likes this, and if he does, there’s still a chance for me to salvage things. He’s got one hand around his own cock, stroking himself slowly, and the sight of it, the dark head sliding in and out of his fist, is enough to bring my body back in line with the program.
“Feels good?” he says.
“Yeah?” I imagine it’s my hand around his cock, feeling it as it gets harder. I’ve done that to him. I’ve done something good.
“Really?”
“Yes.” I press the word out between my teeth because what the hell does he want? I’m jerking over the front of my pants like I’m fourteen years old because he seems to get off on it.
“Charlie. Look at me.”
I glare up at him. This isn’t going to work. We aren’t compatible.
“When I ask you a question, I expect the truth.”
“Uh-huh.” I work myself harder, trying to prove the point, but then my skin goes cold, because he knows I’m lying. Of course he does. We’re adults. Neither of us has masturbated like this in decades. No one likes this unless they’re trying to hide.
The corner of Mason’s mouth quirks up. “And I expect you to tell me when you don’t like something.”
“That sort of defeats the point of you being in charge.”
He leans down, kissing me softly. “We have lots of things we can play with without me shoving my cock down your throat for my own pleasure.”
Great. Caught out twice.
“Sorry.” I drop my head, escaping his hold, and he lets me go.
“You’ll learn.” His words make me warm a bit that I haven’t screwed this up so much he doesn’t want to do it again. Because up until the lecture started, it was hot, and that’s all I need right now.
But my momentary glow is extinguished when Mason says, “Now let me see you come.”
My hand tightens involuntarily on my cloth-covered cock. “Like...like this?”
Mason nods, grinning wickedly. “Just like that.”
“Why do—” I start to ask.
“Because you lied to me.”
“But I just said—”
“And you’re not in a position to lie. You’re not in a position to say anything, actually. You’re supposed to do what I say and let me know if I go too far. Those are the only two responsibilities you have.”
“But I’ll—”
“You won’t like coming in your pants, will you, Charlie?”
I gape, the protest still fighting for life on my tongue, but finally I clamp my mouth shut and shake my head.
Mason nods. “You don’t like making a mess. Trust me, I can tell. So here’s how it works with me. If you lie, if you hide, then the outcome will be messy. If you let me take charge, if youtrustme enough to take charge, the outcome will be far more enjoyable for both of us. Though...” He bites his lower lip for a moment. “Pretty sure I’ll enjoy this too.”
Well, shit. I’ve done this to myself. Gavin always said I was too insecure to be a brat. That my disobedience wasn’t endearing, and maybe he was right.
My face flames, but I do what he says. It’s not pleasant, and I can’t get my grip right. But I do my best, because the other option is to nope out completely, and then I’ll probably never see Mason again.
“Suck,” Mason says, and when I glance up, I expect to see his cock again, but instead it’s just his thumb. I open my mouth, and he slides it in, dragging it over my tongue. I close my lips around him, trying to find the arousal I felt when itwashis dick instead, but he pulls his hand free too quickly.
He swirls his thumb over the head of his cock, smearing spit over the pink skin. He sighs, arching into it as he takes himself in his strong hand. The sight of him, dick sliding slowly in and out of his fist, is hot, and I focus on that, imaging my hand on his dick, his hand on mine.
