“Not as much as you’d think. A lot of the work can be done from home, or wherever I am at the time. Michael wants me to be the point man next season for baseball reporting.” Mason kept talking about everything he and Michael had discussed and it was hard to stay upset with him.
He was truly excited about taking this step. I tamped down my frustration at being completely out of the loop and listened to him. The best part of the offer came at the end. “I told him that I would consider it, as long as he’s cool with me spending spring training in Arizona.”
“Yeah?” I perked up at the idea that I’d be able to see him every day when we got done at the park. I carefully shifted so I was straddling his lap. I curled my fingers around the back of his neck and leaned forward to kiss him. I might not have been involved in his decision making to this point, but it meant the world to me to know that he was only considering this if it meant we could be together. “And does he know why?”
“He has an idea, but I never mentioned your name,” he assured me. “Then again, I’m sure he knows now. Is that okay with you?”
I kissed him again, licking the seam of his lips, begging him to open to me. He sighed and my cock stiffened as the heat of his tongue entered my mouth. His hands dipped below my waistband, pulling me closer to him as his fingers dipped into my crease.
“Mace, we can’t…” The protest died on my lips as his teeth latched onto my nipple. The man was a quick study and knew exactly how to shut me up when I tried being sensible. That was a huge problem, because he wasn’t cleared for much of anything other than the daily basics. Ihadto be the voice of reason, even as everything in me wanted to flip him on his stomach and bury my cock so deep he’d forget his name. “Baby, stop.”
Mason groaned, thumping his head against my padded leather headboard. “God, I’m so sick of hearing those words from you,” he grumbled. His hand slid around the sides of my neck, thumbs holding my jaw closed. “I know that you’re trying to be the sensible, responsible one here, but if Ineverhear you tell me that we can’t do something again, it’ll be too soon.”
“I know, baby, but the doctors—”
He pressed his index finger to my lips. “The doctors said I can’t do any strenuous exercise,” he reminded me. “They never said one fucking word about having making love to my boyfriend, and that’s exactly what I intend to do. I’ve been told that make-up sex is the best sex there is when it’s with the right person and I intend to test that theory tonight.”
His hands fumbled between our bodies, shoving past the waistband of my lounge pants. The assault on my dick was merciless and I found myself unable to protest. I stretched to the side and reached for a bottle of lube on the nightstand. His eyes grew wide when I handed it to him.
“You sure about this?” He took the bottle with shaky hands.
“Babe, theonlyway we’re going to do anything tonight is if you promise you’re going to take it easy,” I informed him. My mind still wasn’t on board with fooling around so soon after his accident, but there was no way I could leave him doubting anything about our relationship when I left town. “That means you’re going to lay back and let me do the work. Iwantthis. I want you to own me the same as I own you.”
Mason flicked open the cap of the bottle and poured the lube onto his fingers while I stripped us both naked. I settled onto the bed on my side, facing away from him as he spread my ass cheeks wide. His slicked fingers ease their way down the cleft of my ass before circling my entrance. I pushed back, fucking myself on his hand.
“Fuck, Mace! Don’t stop,” I pleaded. The burn quickly gave way to pleasure as he found the sensitive bundle of nerves. He pushed deeper. Harder. When he pulled back and re-entered me, the ache returned as he added a second digit. “God, so good…yes…”
Mason reached for my dick with his free hand. “You’re so fucking tight,” he observed. “How in the hell am I supposed to fit in there?”
“You’ll find—ungh…fuck, do that again,” I begged. Mason turned his hand as he thrust into me with three fingers this time. As wonderful as it’d be to let Mason finger fuck me until I blew my load, I wanted even more. “Lay on your back and get comfortable.”
He did, and I positioned myself between his legs and took him into my mouth. When he began to buck off the bed, I dug my fingers into his hips. He might be about to fuck me, but from this point on, I was in charge. I didn’t linger on his cock for long, knowing how hard it’d be for him to last once his cock was buried inside of me. I kissed my way up his body, pausing to pay close attention to his rigid nipples.
Sucking. Biting. Taunting.
“Sean…please…” he begged. I laid on top of him so our cocks rubbed against one another as I sealed my mouth over his. Mason watched as I poured the slick gel over my hand. No way was I going to be able to take his wide shaft without making sure both of us were prepared. I began stroking him as I shifted so I straddled his hips. “Fuck, I’m gonna blow.”
The way his balls were already creeping up, I knew he wasn’t lying. I thought he was going to lose it when I reached around my body to shove two wet fingers up my own ass. “You ready, baby?” I asked as I positioned him at my entrance.
“Please, Sean,” he pleaded. Shouts filled the room as I lowered myself onto his dick. It’d been so long since I’d allowed anyone inside of me that I swore I was going to rip in half. “Fuck…so good…so…fucking…good.”
I continued until Mason was fully inside of me. I bent forward, kissing him as I gave myself time to adjust to the sensation.
“I love you, Mason,” I told him between kisses. “So damn much.”
Mason pushed me upright nd stared into my eyes as he began bucking off the bed. We worked ourselves into a steady rhythm, not too fast, but far from slow and sensual. Words were replaced by grunts and pants as the head of Mason’s dick nudged my prostate every time he pushed into me.
I lost control and began riding Mason fast and hard, holding his shoulders to the bed as I fucked him mercilessly. “Want to come,” he warned me, reaching to begin stroking my dick. “Come with me, Sean.”
My ass clenched around him as I watched come spurt over his stomach. Mason pushed into me one final time and threw his head back as he exploded inside of me. My arms gave out and I collapsed on top of him, careful to avoid the injured side of his face.
“Happy now?” I asked before kissing the side of his face.
“Definitely.” He sighed, wrapping his arms tightly around my back. It felt right to lay with him this way, but I forced myself to get out of the bed long enough to grab a warm washcloth and clean both of us so we weren’t a crusty mess in the morning. Mason was drifting off to sleep when I slipped into the bed next to him and pulled the quilt over us.
It had been one hell of a day. I woke up wondering how I could be in the same room with Mason without everyone seeing how much we loved one another. When our secret was shouted across a room full of reporters, I thought it was the end of my life as I knew it. The truth was, it was only the beginning. Without any skeletons left in the closet, Mason and I would find a way to focus on the things that really mattered in our lives.
“Think they’ll be okay with having a husband sitting with all the wives and girlfriends?” Mason asked as he curled against my side, dancing his fingers up and down my chest.
