Never in a million years would I have imagined Mason to have this domineering side to him, but I liked it. He wasn’t pushing hard enough to hurt me, just applying enough pressure that he held my attention. “Don’t ever think you’re only a phase to me. I’ve wanted you since the day I met you, but by the time I knew you were gay, I’d gotten so used to hiding my feelings that I didn’t dare approach you. I meant it when I said you’re the only man I’m interested in doing this with.”
I tried convincing myself that it was a huge mistake to get involved with Mason. I didn’t want to be someone for him to experiment with, but the thought of him screwing around with random men churned my stomach.
No, if this were something he really wanted to do, I would be the one he turned to, even if it wound up killing our friendship in the long run. I simply had to hope and pray that wasn’t going to happen.
“Okay,” I conceded.
There was entirely too much talking going on and my balls were aching for release. I didn’t care if it was Mason’s hand or lips on me, I simply needed. And I wanted more than anything to take Mason’s cock into my mouth and show him what a blowjob was like from someone who knew what they were doing.
I didn’t have any sort of proof, but I couldn’t imagine there was a woman on Earth who sucked cock as well as a man. We had the benefit of knowing what we liked and we used that information to our advantage when giving head.
I slid my hand beneath the elastic of his sweats, groaning when I realized he wasn’t wearing any underwear. I squeezed the globes of his rock-hard ass, pulling him closer to me. I allowed the tips of my fingers to inch closer to his crease, teasing him while allowing him time to understand what it was that I wanted.
Mason ran his hands along the length of my torso, massaging and flicking my nipples. Then, he twisted out of my grip, causing my heart to drop into my stomach.
“Come on,” he urged me, threading his fingers into my belt loops. “We’re not doing this out here. I don’t want to feel you shoved up against the wall, I want you splayed out beneath me on my bed where I can feel every inch of your body.”
That sounded like one hell of a plan to me. I allowed Mason to push me backward through the bedroom until I flopped onto the bed. He stood over me, staring down at my bare torso.
“See, this is what I’m talking about,” he rambled. “Do you have any clue how hard it was for me to hide the hard on I would get whenever you walked around our shitty apartment without a shirt on?”
“Mace, would you please shut up and do something,” I pleaded.
The corner of his mouth turned up in a cocky smirk before he fell onto the bed next to me. He propped himself up on an elbow as he stared down into my eyes.
The man was a serious cocktease, and I was about to flip him onto his back and take control away from him.
“What would you like me to do?” he teased, trailing one finger from my neck, through the valley between my pecs, all the way to the trail of hair leading to my now painfully erect cock.
He cupped my length and my hips bucked into his touch. I wanted to beg him to move, to undo my buttons and wrap his hand around my dick, but he seemed content to sit there massaging me through the denim as he took my nipple into his mouth.
My body convulsed at the contrast of his gentle ministrations below my waist and the nearly painful sting of his teeth clamping down around the flesh on my chest.
“Is that what you want? Or do you want me to show you what I used to think about when you’d walk through the locker room with that ratty towel wrapped around your waist?” I was helpless to do anything but lay there as Mason slid along my side, trailing kisses along my collarbone to my neck.
Everywhere he touched felt like tiny shocks lighting up my nerves. He continued kissing me, never with enough pressure and never reaching my mouth. “Do you want me to tell you about the times I imagined what it’d be like to give that towel a little tug, leaving you naked and still wet from your shower? How I wanted to drop to my knees and suck you into the back of my throat until I choked?”
“I seriously don’t care what you do, as long as you stop chatting like an old woman at tea.” Mason draped his leg over mine, grinding his cock against my hips as he finally sealed his lips over mine.
Good Lord, this man knew how to kiss. His tongue ventured deeper into my mouth and the moan he exhaled sent a shock straight to my dick. Pretty soon, I was going to come in my pants and I couldn’t have cared less, as long as he kept doing what he was doing.
I slid my hands down the length of his back, pausing for a moment before I took his ass in my hands, pulling him so he was nearly on top of me. He followed my lead and tentatively reached between our bodies to release the buttons of my jeans. Never before had I been so grateful to Levis for inventing the button-fly.
“Damn, that’s sexy,” he moaned as he ran his hand up and down the length of my dick. The cloth of my boxers was damp with pre-come, which seemed to fascinate him. “I want to taste you.”
I lifted my hips off the bed, allowing him to strip me naked. He took his time pulling the denim down my legs then ran his hands from my ankles to my thighs.
Part of me still wondered if this was all a dream, but if it was, it was the best dream ever.
He repeated the motion with my boxers, lifting them carefully, lowering them slowly, licking his lips as my thick shaft sprang free from its confines. I let out a gasp when his hand dipped between my legs and he rolled my balls around in his palm.
I reached for him, stilling him when I thought I saw a moment of hesitation.
“Mace, we don’t have to do this,” I assured him. “I’d be just as happy jacking off while watching you do the same if you’re not ready.”
“Liar,” he countered.
“Okay, so notashappy, but it’d still be really fucking good.” The light from the hall cast shadows over Mason’s body that made his deep golden skin glisten. Without thinking, I licked my bottom lip and sighed when I could still taste him there. “The point is, if we’re going to do this, it’s going to be on your terms.”
