“You had a health check lately?” he asks.
I swallow. “This summer. After Gavin left. All clear.”
“Me too, though it’s been longer since I’ve been with anyone.”
“Why do you ask?”
He arches an eyebrow. “You’re a real tease, aren’t you?”
I pull one foot up to the sofa, feeling suddenly exposed and not because I’m naked.
Mason ignores my discomfort and settles next to me, pulling me into his lap. His kiss isn’t so gentle this time.
“I’m going to fuck you,” he says, “and I’d like to do it without a condom, if that’s okay with you.”
My heart flutters, even though I knew that was what he was going to say. I’ve never had sex without a condom. Which—even before Gavin—it’s not like my bed has been a twenty-four-seven orgy of fun times, but no one’s ever even asked before. And Gavin always used a condom. Knowing everything now, I wonder if he felt monogamy was optional for longer than I’d even guessed.
“This is one time I do need you to speak,” Mason says, and I must have been considering his proposition for longer than I realized.
“Yes,” I say in a rush.
His mouth seals over mine, and he gathers me up against him. Like this, the vulnerability fades pretty quickly. Mason slides a hand between my legs, cupping my balls, and I want more. So much more.
“Fuck me, please,” I say against his lips.
“So greedy.”
“Mason.” I wriggle, arching as his roaming hand slides lower.
“We’re getting there.”
And we are. Because he’s hard as a rock underneath me and getting harder the more I squirm.
“Needy too.” He turns so that I tumble down onto the sofa cushions. Mason flips me over so I’m facedown, and he slides a pillow under my hips.
“Might need a towel or something, otherwise I’m going to mess up your upholstery.”
He smacks my ass. “You’re thinking. Stop. No need for you to worry about my upholstery or anything else.”
I press my hips up, inviting him to spank me again, but he only grabs my cheeks and pulls them apart so he can drag his tongue over my hole.
“Do you want me to get the dildo? The one you brought over the other day? I can work you open nice and slow. Make those beads pop past your rim and watch you writhe as they fill you up.”
Even the image he’s painting has me twitching. It’s like he’s already got the toy.
“Fuck me,” I gasp.
He licks me again, firming the tip so he can press passed the opening. It’s warm and wet and doesn’t last nearly long enough.
“You sure? Lots of options. I could get the massager.”
Now he wants me to make choices?
“Jesus, Mason, I don’t care. Stick something in my ass, and make me come.”
He laughs, and the sound is pure seductive evil. He sucks a hot mark on the inside of my neck as he lays himself on top of me. His heavy cock slides between my thighs, moving hot and slow with too much friction, but the gesture in and of itself is a promise, and that’s all I need.
I squirm and arch, trying to reach for him, but he lifts my hands and places them over my head on the armrest, then nips at my earlobe.
