“That’s it,” he says as he pulls me back so he’s fully seated inside me. He’s filled me up, and the pressure makes me dizzy. I whimper, and he shushes me again, moving in and out slowly as my body gets accustomed to the way he claims it. The way he’s claimedme.
“Mason.” I might be crying, which is never sexy, but it seems like the only possible reaction here.
“Yeah. Good boy.” He puts his hand on my throat as he moves inside me, tipping my head back so he can kiss my cheek. “I know. It’s okay. I’ve got you.”
Is this how it’s meant to be? What it’s supposed to be like? Have I been selling myself short all this time? There’s no shame here. I feel like I’ve given myself to him, and in return, he’s giving me all the things I didn’t know I needed.
Mason’s deep inside me, and his breath is like a hurricane against my ear. He glides in and out of me effortlessly, and my cock aches, but I think I could seriously live in this place forever and ever.
“Yeah.” He takes hold of my shaft, and he must have lubed his hand up again when I wasn’t paying attention, because his grip is slick and cool, but it warms up quickly as I thrust into his fist.
The sounds coming out of my mouth aren’t even words. My thighs burn, and my shoulders ache, and Mason is pounding into my ass as he grunts. It’s like a machine with a million moving parts all working together to one purpose.
“Mason.” My voice is high with the warning, and if he tells me no this time, I don’t know if I’ll be able to stop.
“Do it.” His hand on my throat squeezes ever so slightly, while his other keeps pumping me toward my climax. “Go ahead. Want to see you make a mess.”
My erection strains, and my balls draw up so tight it hurts. I lean into Mason’s hand on my neck, feeling the pressure of his grip and the way it flows down my chest until it connects with the tension coiling low in my belly. I gasp as something inside me snaps, and the orgasm tears out of me so hard that come hits my chin as my whole body shudders. It feels like it goes on forever, and just as I might lose myself in it entirely, Mason clamps onto the meat of my shoulder with his teeth, and he growls as his hips spasm and buck, and I can feel the hot rush inside me as he empties himself over and over.
Wow. Definitely have been missing out on a few things.
We stay like that for a long time, shuddering and panting. My cock softens, and Mason lets go, but only so far as to settle his hand low on my stomach. He thrusts inside me a few more times, and the motion makes little shocks of pleasure-pain radiate from my ass to the rest of my body. When he finally slips out of me, the wet slide of semen follows, and the space where our skin touches on his thighs gets slick.
He undoes the leash, and pain glows along my shoulders and down my spine as muscles relax and release, and then he’s kissing the insides of my wrists and rubbing them until the pins and needles feeling in my fingertips subsides.
Mason is kneeling in front of me, and I guess he’d have to be to deal with the leash, but I don’t remember him getting off the couch. He frames my face with his hands.
“You okay?” he asks.
I don’t trust my voice, so I just nod, and he smooths away tears I vaguely remember shedding with his thumbs. He helps me to my feet, rubbing my wrists and kissing my skin. We’re both naked, and there’s no weirdness as he guides me up the hall to his bedroom.
I bob for a while. Probably I sleep. At one point, a wet nose presses against my hand, but before I can tell Athena to go away, Mason’s there, speaking in that firm voice of his, and I’m already half-hard again before I realize he’s not talking to me.
“Come on. Everyone out. Time to go out.”
Yeah, I’m not going anywhere.
16
Mason
After I’ve letthe dogs out and wrangled them back down to the basement—Pamela and Juniper are apparently already BFFs—I go back to bed to find Charlie unconscious and snoring gently. When I crawl in next to him, he rolls toward me, burrowing in against my chest. Whether he’s looking for comfort or he’s just an intuitive cuddler, he’s already given me so much tonight, so I hold him close.
He was perfect. Everything I knew he’d be. So open and trusting once he let his guard down. From the bright red of his ass to the heavy weight of him against me as he took everything I had to give—I don’t think I could have asked for more.
We sleep for a while, and it’s got to be after midnight when I wake to find Charlie has turned around so he’s the little spoon. He’s pulled my arms around his body, and he’s slowly rubbing my hands over his skin. His ass is nestled in my groin, and he’s rocking his hips in a slow, sleepy rhythm that has my dick more awake than the rest of me.
“You up?” I say.
He brings my fingers to his lips and kisses each one. “Mm-hmm.” Then he guides my hand down to his also-erect cock, shuddering and pressing back more insistently when I take hold of him.
“You’re going to be sore.” I wasn’t gentle before.
He makes a pouty noise that I cannot ignore. There are so many more depths to be explored with Charlie, and it has to be me who helps unearth them.
Thanks goodness we’ve already talked about condoms, because all I have to do is lube myself up and slide home. I roll Charlie over so he’s facedown on the mattress, then cover all of him with my body, shielding him from the world as I take him.
He’s mine. He said casual, and I agreed to it at the time, but as he writhes and twists under me, saying my name and begging before we’ve hardly started, I can’t imagine him being with anyone else. Not when he was so obviously made for me.
