“I guess I get that, but that’s still pretty implausible.”
He just sighed and shook his head. “So, did you spend the night there? Did you fall asleep and he could’ve taken it? Did you shower there? Would you have taken it off in the bathroom andforgot it? Or did you leave right after? Could it have fallen off outside where maybe someone was already spying on you and saw it?”
I snickered. “It kind of feels like you’re just fishing for the details at this point.” I glanced sideways at him. “Yeah, I showered there a couple of times. With him. Didn’t take the bracelet off, though. You want to know about his dick too? It was pretty big and he—”
Mason cut me off with his mouth on mine. His hand slid down into my lap and gripped my dick through my pants, just on the borderline of being uncomfortable. “Shut the fuck up, Elijah,” he said when he pulled his face back, still squeezing. “You know that’s not what I meant.” His grip loosened but he was still rubbing me through my pants. He leaned in and nipped at my neck. “But I feel like I need to fucking claim you again. Just to make sure you know who you belong to now.”
Well, that was bold, but then he squeezed again, and all I got out was a little yelp. He stood and pulled me off the couch.
“We’ll finish this conversation later, when you’re able to behave.” He pulled me toward the bedroom. Enyo glanced up at us, then settled back in, bored.
Mason pushed me onto my back on the bed, then started undoing my jeans. He pulled them off with my underwear, in one fell swoop, before I could even get a word out. He yanked my T-shirt over my head and pulled his own off, throwing it to the floor with my clothes.
“Roll over,” he said, in that fucking cop voice.
I wasn’t sure why I liked it when he bossed me around in bed, but he felt like what I’d been missing my entire adult life. I tried not to analyze that against the men I’d always chosen, and he didn’t give me time to think too long anyway. I rolled onto my belly and looked over at him.
He was rummaging around in my drawer and came out with the lube in one hand while he undid his pants with the other. He looked at me sternly. “You know you’re being naughty when you say shit like that just to piss me off,” he stated firmly. Ijust looked at him. He shoved his pants off and climbed onto the bed as he lubed a finger. “His dick wasn’t as good as mine.” He said it as a statement, not a question, so I didn’t reply.
His finger found my entrance and pressed in.
“It wasn’t as good as mine, right, feisty?” It was a question that time, but a firm one, and one that demanded the correct answer. He found my sweet spot and started rubbing over it firmly.
I moaned. “No, not as good as yours.”
There was another finger inside me already, and he scissored them quickly while still hitting the spot, like he was trying to hurry up the process to get his dick inside me. “You’ve never had dick as good as mine, isn’t that right? Even with all the dick you’ve had.”
I was pretty sure I should be insulted, but he was rubbing over my prostate just right and with the perfect amount of pressure and I couldn’t think clearly. “No. Yours is the best,” I said on a sigh.
I let out a little, involuntary cry as he pulled his fingers out, but he swung a leg over my body as he did so. “That’s right,” he said, pressing inside slowly but insistently, not pausing when he was fully seated but giving a firm thrust that made me cry out louder. He grabbed my hair and pulled my head back. “Tell me how much you love my dick.”
“Nn. I love it. I love your dick, Mason. I love it inside me. I love it when you fuck me.”
He let go of my hair and focused on pounding into me, hitting perfectly without even having to adjust, like he already knew my body that well. “Good boy,” he said, and I let out a little mewl that I knew I’d be embarrassed about later. “Mm. That’s right. I know you love it, feisty.”
My hands gripped the pillow beneath my head and I cried out as he kept hitting just right. It was almost too much,toogood, which was not something I’d ever thought possible. I wasn’t just feeding him lip service, I did love it, even if I didn’t really want to admit it to him. The way he could play my body and even my mind like a finely tuned instrument was somethingno one had ever been able to do. I always tried not to say too much, because it would go right to his head, but when he had me drunk on sex, it was hard to keep my mouth closed.
I buried my face in the pillow the second time I cried out. I wanted to grind into the mattress but his body weight was holding me still. “Fuck, Mason,” I said, but it was muffled. Of all the things I’d expected when I heard he was back in town, none of the things we’d done were on the list.
“Are you trying to muffle those pretty cries?” he whispered, a little out of breath but continuing to fuck me into my damn mattress. “Don’t hide your face.” His hand slid up my arm, then over my shoulder, until it circled my neck. He gripped lightly and pulled my head up, his hand around my throat. At first I thought it would be okay. It was Mason, and I’d be fine. He wasn’t like the others. His dick was making me feel heaven, and the past wouldn’t haunt me in my haze of bliss. But when he squeezed possessively and my oxygen was cut off for a second, I ended up right back in that cabin in the woods on one of the occasions I thought I might actually die there. Those times were few and far between, but they still vividly haunted my mind.
Brandon hadn’t stopped. I’d asked him to stop, and he hadn’t, because he was mad at me. Mason would stop if I asked him to, I was sure of it, but he also couldn’t see the panic on my face from his angle, and for a moment, I couldn’t speak. “M... Ma...”What was the word?
I was pretty surestopwould work with him, but he was fucking me hard and in his own bliss, and he wasn’t hearing my pathetic attempts to stop him. Even though it still felt good, I was losingmybliss fast.
It finally came to me. “B... bug spray.” I barely got out a whisper with my own fear and his hand around my throat, but he heard me.
He let go of my neck immediately. He pulled out and sat up, rolling me over onto my back. “Elijah? I’m sorry! Are you okay?” I’d had faith he’d let go, but I hadn’t actually expected him to stop fucking me.
I nodded, taking a breath. “I’m... I’m okay. I just... it made me remember something, and I’m really sorry, Mason. I didn’t mean to—”
He let out a breath and pulled me upright, hugging me to his sweat-damp body. “Hey,” he said soothingly. “It’s okay. You don’t need to apologize to me. You have nothing to be sorry for.”He wasn’t angry that I’d stopped him. He was holding me and rubbing my back and thenhewas the one apologizing. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t know. I didn’t mean to scare you or upset you.”
“I’m okay,” I said again weakly.
He lowered us both back to the bed, staying beside me with his arms around me. He wasn’t even upset that he hadn’t gotten off. He was rubbing my arm soothingly. “Do you need a drink of water? Anything?” He seemed unsure of what to do, and I was pretty sure no one had ever used a safe word on him. Of course, no one had ever listened to my pleas to stop either, so we were both in unchartered territory.
“No, Mason, I’m okay. I promise. I thought it’d be fine because it was you, but I guess I can’t erase the past. I didn’t mean to ruin the mood.” I was personally still pretty horny because we’d both been close when I panicked.
