“Maybe it’s just you.” He stroked the pad of his thumb over my cheek. “Maybe I’m bi.” Another shrug. “I dunno, but honestly? It doesn’t matter. I’m with you, Mase. I won’t ever cheat on you or walk away unless you tell me to, and even then I’ll fight to keep you. You’ve always been my best friend, so maybe this makes us best friends with benefits.”
I wasthisclose to snapping. I wanted to tell him to fuck off if all he wanted was my ass on occasion.
He cupped my chin. “And I donotmean that as a dig. Benefits for me include spending quality time with my best friend. Maybe even living with him, if that’s something that interests him. Sleeping beside him would be a bonus.” He smiled. “Building a life with him would be amazing.”
My head was spinning at his admission. “You want us to live together?”
“I think we did really well in college, so why not continue?”
“But what about your girls?”
He bent forward and kissed me. It was soft, gentle, and sweet.
“What girls?”
Kip
“We’ve never done this before,” Mason murmured as I flipped on the water in the shower.
“First time for everything, right?” I handed him the cloth.
He added a bit of soap to it, then set to scrubbing my chest and abs. It only took me a few seconds to realize he wasn’t cleaning—he was worshipping. I crowded him into the corner of the small cube and pressed my face into his neck. His skin smelled sweet, enticing. I opened my mouth, then closed it over the tender flesh, nibbling gently. I wanted to hear him as he came apart, which didn’t take long. He tilted his head a moment before he began moaning my name.
It sounded like a prayer on his lips.
Is this what it feels like to be his Dominant? To know everything I do to and for him is enjoyed and appreciated?I hated to admit it, but it was a heady feeling I couldsoeasily become hooked on.
“Mase, baby….” I groaned as he wrapped his fingers around my shaft, tugging gently. I wanted to push him to his knees and plug his mouth again, but I was trying to be good, to let him know he had a place in my life and kneeling before me wasn’t it.
Well, wasn’tjustit.
“Are you tired?” I asked him.
“What? No, I?—”
“Mason.” I let out a growl. “I don’t appreciate you trying to hide things from me.”
He smiled. “Yes, Kip, I’m a little tired. That orgasm tore a lot out of me.”
I flicked off the water then before he could grab the towel, I pulled it off the bar.
“Oh, but I wanted?—”
“To let me take care of you,” I insisted. “Stand still.”
His shoulders relaxed. “Yes, Kip.”
As I ran the towel over his skin, I grinned at him. “You keep saying ‘Yes, Kip’. Is that your version of ‘Yes, sir’?”
He nodded. “You didn’t seem comfortable being my Dominant, so I didn’t want to push it.”
I finished drying him, then smiled as he took the towel from me to return the favor.
“Gonna tell you right now, I don’t want you to call me sir. I love hearing my name from your lips. It means everything to me.”
He put his head on my shoulder. “Tell me this isn’t a dream,” he pleaded. I reached up and pinched his nipple. “Dude, what the hell?” he bitched.
“Does that feel real enough?” I asked, laughing. “It isn’t a dream, I promise. Now, I amnotsaying this will be easy. We have to learn to be in sync. I have to figure out how to anticipate your needs, and you have to learn to do what I tell you to without snapping at me.” I kissed his shoulder. “At least, nottoomuch.”
