He grinds down, and even unlubed as I am, it’s so easy to imagine him sliding into me. But he says, “I like my consent a little more enthusiastic than that.” And I suppose that’s fair.
“Yes.”
“Yes what?” His mouth is very close to my ear.
“Yes, please fuck me.”
He growls, rocking faster. “Want me to take your ass? Pound it until I can’t hold back anymore? Want me to fill you up and breed you, Charlie?”
I grimace, because I’ve used too many of those words in copy for work. So many times. The sentences have lost meaning for me.
“Yes.” The word tastes chalky on my tongue.
He rises up, letting the cool air waft over my skin as he settles back onto his knees.
“Turn over,” he says.
“What?”
“Don’t make me repeat myself. Turn over.”
I do. It’s tricky with him still straddling me, and I have to keep track of my legs and feet so I don’t kick him in places we’ll both regret, but finally I’m lying on my back, head angled awkwardly because I’ve landed between Mason’s pillows.
It’s the first time I’ve really had a chance to look at him, and he’s amazing. Broad, with heavy shoulders and a belly just a little softer than the magazines would say you’re supposed to want, but I like it.
But my admiration is cut short when he says, “When I ask you a question, I expect you to tell me the truth.”
“I did.”
He raises an eyebrow. “Breed you? Really?”
I flush. “Well, maybe not that part.”
He leans down, fists on either side of me, and kisses me. Like this, I feel safe. Protected. When he shifts so he can run a hand down my body to cup me, I spread my legs. I do want him. I just don’t know what he wants from me, and the uncertainty makes it hard to concentrate.
“Lift your hips,” he says, and I do, so Mason can pull my underwear all the way off. My erection has softened a bit, and I expect him to stroke me back to hardness, but instead, he moves again, until he’s lying between my legs. The sight of him there is enough that my dick starts to twitch again in anticipation. Mason grins. “Your body knows what you want. Now pull back your thighs so I can see you.”
I do, grunting as the weight of my legs presses down on my chest. I...er...tidied myself up before I came over, but now that I’m exposed like this, I hold my breath, waiting for his inspection.
The finger on my taint makes my skin go hot. Mason strokes it a few times before he drags it down to my hole.
“You’re very pretty, Charlie,” Mason says, as he strokes around the ring of muscle and all my nerve endings light up. I’m still holding my breath, anticipating his invasion, but he keeps playing for longer than I would expect. It’s like the massage before, like he’s waiting for me to let my guard down.
Finally, I can’t wait anymore. I let the air out through my nose in a slow stream, and just as I reach the end, the wet flat of his tongue against my ass causes me to inhale so fast I nearly choke.
Mason laughs softly, his breath puffing over my exposed anus. “Easy there. We’ve still got a ways to go.”
“What are you going to do?”
“Doesn’t matter.” As he returns his attention—and his tongue—to the sensitive space between my cheeks, I relax the bruising grip I have on my thighs, letting my heels settle against Mason’s back. Gavin was never really into this. I know it’s not for everyone. But it’s definitely for me.
“Oh my God. Mason.” I rock against his tongue, moaning when he pushes the tip just inside me. He licks and fucks me with his tongue, and without so much as a touch from either of us, my cock swells back to life. It bobs between my thighs, leaking as Mason works me open. I reach for it, and Mason, who must have eyes in the top of his head or something, smacks my hand.
“No.”
I gasp as he resumes working my hole open.
“Mason.”
