“Agreed.”
He gave me a predatory smile. “Good. Get on your knees.”
A full body shudder rolled over me at his voice giving me an actual order.
“Yes, Kip.”
Chapter Sixteen
Kip
I don’t thinkI’d ever seen anything as hot as Mason on his knees, his hair in my fist as I held his head steady while I fucked his mouth. I watched, mesmerized by the sight of my fat dick sliding in and out of those glistening lips, listening as Mason gagged on it but kept going, ropes of saliva dripping from my shaft.
“That’s it,” I grunted. “Take it. Take it all.” I tugged on his locks, forcing him deeper. Mason moaned around my cock, and that raw sound vibrated through me. “You keep that up and my dick won’t make it as far as your ass.”
He tried to pull back and I let him. “If that means I end up with a face full of cum, you won’t hear me complaining,” he croaked.
I snorted. “Oh, so my boy likes it kinky. Good to know.” I speared my cock between his lips, and resumed my thrusts, hips jerking, my whole body on fire, my mind racing.
I had plans for Mase’s lithe, gorgeous bod.
I pulled free. “On your feet. Lose the jeans. In fact, lose everything. And while you’re at it, you can undress me too.”
His eyes shone, and I knew I was on the right track.
I didn’t think I’d ever gotten rid of clothing so fast. My shaft was so hard it ached, and I smacked it into my palm with a meatythwack.Mason stood in front of me, naked as a jaybird and hard as a piece of steel pipe.
“Bedroom?”
I shook my head. “We’re gonna fuck right here.”
His breathing caught, and I knew he liked that idea. “Over on the bookcase, the little wooden box? It has condoms and lube.”
I grinned. “I love me a wolf who plans ahead.” Then I paused. “Wait a sec. You don’t need lube. Remember?”
He rolled his eyes. “Yeah, I do recall that. But you do—unless you want me to give you adryhand job? Because that’s what it’s there for.”
I narrowed my eyes. “Snarky wolves don’t get fucked.”
He swallowed. “No, Kip.”
I reached over and removed the items, then pointed to my cock. “Slick it up and get tugging.”
Mason blinked. “I don’t think you could get any harder.”
I smirked. “I agree. What Iwantis to enjoy your hand on me.” I narrowed my gaze. “And was that you not following an instruction?”
His eyes widened. “No, Kip.” He snapped the lid of the lube bottle, poured some into his palm, then curled his fingers around my rigid dick. He worked the shaft with a slow up-and-down motion.
I shook my head. “Uh-uh. Like this.” I covered his hand with my own, and moved faster.
“Yes, Kip,” he said breathlessly.
I brushed my fingers over his nipples, loving how the skin pebbled around them, how his own cock jerked with each contact. That relentless tugging on my shaft brought me almost to the edge.
I stopped his hand. “Face the wall, and grab onto the door frame. I want that ass tilted.”
Mason shuddered, but complied.
