He moaned out my name and I worked faster, his dick leaking steadily in my mouth by now. I reached down and gripped my aching cock through the sweatpants I’d fallen asleep in earlier. He noticed. He pulled at my hair and I popped off his dick and looked at him. “Take your pants off, feisty,” he whispered.
I sat up and whipped my shirt off first, then pulled the sweatpants off too. I wiped my chin and looked at him to see what he wanted, because right now, I’d do anything if it made him feel better. He pointed to his face. “Get your dick up here,” he said with a little grin.
I moved to straddle his face and then went back for hisdick immediately. When he grabbed mine and put it in his mouth, giving a hard suck, it made me pause and moan. That madehimmoan, which made my dick twitch in his mouth. If he made me come first, I was going to be pissed.
I moved faster, dragging my teeth lightly across his shaft, teasing my tongue into his slit. His dick twitched hard, but suddenly there was a finger right at my hole, already wet and pressing in. So he wanted to race, huh?
I sucked harder, moving my hand to massage his balls as his finger pressed all the way in and moved, quickly finding my sweet spot because he knew my body now. I jerked and almost bit him, and I felt him smile. He hummed and hit my prostate again, and for a moment I was completely still, nearly forgetting my quest to get him off as my mind was scrambled by his mouth and finger working me in tandem.
I was thrusting into his mouth almost involuntarily as another finger slipped inside me and attacked my sweet spot. When I finally managed to come back to myself enough to move again, he was leaking more than before even though my mouth had been still. I hummed and took him to the back of my throat again, managing not to gag this time and swallowing around his dick. His hips jerked and he made a strangled sound, letting me know he was almost there.
Even though my legs had started shaking at his assault on my prostate along with his talented tongue, I was still more determined than he was. His balls had tightened and were heavy in my grip, and I massaged them somewhat roughly, giving him one more good suck before he gave a muffled cry. His hips thrust upward and his dick erupted in my mouth.
I swallowed down every last drop of cum, licking him clean. His finger had gone still while his body shook in orgasm, and his mouth had paused on my dick. As soon as he stilled, though, and I pulled off to catch my breath, he started thrusting his fingers inside me again, his tongue swirling around the head of my cock, and I cried out without meaning to.
My hips stuttered, giving small thrusts into his mouth ashe hummed in satisfaction. I gripped his hips with my hands, my face by his spent cock, unable to do anything more than chase my own release. “Fuck, Mason,” I said, my mind briefly going back to only a few days before, when I’d believed he’d think a blow job from a guy was repulsive, not that he’d be a fuckingexpertat it himself.
I gripped his hips tighter and he moaned. One more hard thrust to my prostate and one more twirl of that tongue that wasjust fucking right, and he had me crying out as my hips shuddered and my dick pulsed in his mouth. He swallowed it all, and I collapsed on top of him, even though I didn’t mean to.
“You okay?” I felt him lift his head between my legs. I groaned and rolled off him so I didn’t suffocate him.
“Are you kidding me?Okay?” I asked him. He chuckled and sat up, flipping around on the bed so he was right next to me, and he hugged me to him. “That was supposed to be about you,” I complained, even though I was so sated I still couldn’t move.
I felt him smile into my hair. “I know,” he said softly. “And it was, trust me. Getting you off is almost as good as getting off myself. And I mean, you got me there first, so you have that.”
I laughed at his admission that it really had been a race. I’d had a head start, though. I was kind of cold, so I managed to sit up and flip around, and he followed suit, covering both of us up as he wrapped himself around me almost protectively. “Thank you, Elijah,” he said softly. He didn’t have to say what he was thanking me for, and he didn’t need a response. I squeezed his arms that encircled me as I closed my eyes.
I decided not to mention what I’d seen when I woke up. Hell, maybe I’d still been dreaming. I wasn’t sure what was going on, but Mason was determined to protect me from whatever human beings were out there trying to hurt me, and I was just as determined to protect him from whatever the shit was that I kept seeing and he couldn’t. It seemed to freak him out a little every time I said something, even if he pretended like it didn’t. I’d protect him silently. Whatever it was, whether it was his own conscience trying to destroy him or something else, I’d do whatever it took to keep him safe, even if it meant my own sacrifice.
Chapter 19
Mason
He was working out in his sunroom when I woke up. It took me a minute to find him, and he didn’t hear me stop in the doorway. I just stood there and admired his arms and chest as he lifted weights. Soon, though, I became aware that the reason he hadn’t noticed me was because he was staring intently out the window, and I suddenly realized his damn cat was also looking out there. Why were they always so fucking creepy?
“What are you looking at?” I finally said. Elijah jumped and turned to face me, setting the weights down quickly. “Sorry,” I said sheepishly, but I waited for him to tell me he was seeing some invisible person out there.
“My friend,” he said instead, giving me a smile. I eyed him suspiciously as I moved toward the window and looked out to see a full-grown buck eating leaves off a bush in his back yard. I raised a brow and turned back to him. Elijah shrugged. “Seriously,” he said, walking out of the room toward his kitchen. I trailed along behind, still admiring him shirtless in his sweatpants as he grabbed a carrot and stepped out onto the porch.
That deer, pretty damn intimidating up close, saunteredaround the side of the house when he heard the door open. He paused when he saw me, sniffing at the air, but then Elijah said, “He’s okay.” Andof coursethe buck moved forward, taking the carrot Elijah was holding out to him.
Those strangely deep eyes watched me as he munched on the carrot, letting Elijah pat him right on the little teardrop mark on his forehead. He was bigger than he looked from the window, and I supposed I’d never been so close to one but he seemed almost abnormally large. A hybrid, maybe? The antlers towered over me, looking like they could kill me if he decided I wasn’t to be trusted. But deer didn’t do that,right? He didn’t quite look like a normal deer to me, but he sure seemed to like Elijah. He finished the carrot, gave Elijah’s hand a little nudge, and headed off toward the woods.
Elijah turned back toward his front door. “I helped him out once,” he said simply, heading back inside and leaving me even more confused than I had been before.
We ate some cereal and he got ready for work. As he was grabbing his stuff he said, “You can stay here if you want. Help yourself to anything you need. Just lock up if you leave.”
I just grinned and gave him a kiss goodbye. I wanted to snoop around here, but I wasn’t too keen on being alone in the house where Elijah had seen some weird shadow and then a person outside, neither of which I could see.
He kissed me back with no hesitation, like we were just an ordinary couple parting for the day, and it meant everything to me. “Okay, I’ll see you this afternoon.” I watched him leave and headed to get ready myself. I’d probably end up going into town to follow him home out of an abundance of caution, pretending like I just happened to be there again, of course.
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Once I’d showered and dressed, I walked around the outside of Elijah’s house again. I looked closer at the scuff under his window and around the area, but I didn’t find any more clues,just like I hadn’t the last few times I’d looked in the daylight. The garden was still, the woods seemed normal. I glanced at the spot in the woods where Elijah had insisted a man was standing, a man I couldn’t see no matter how hard I squinted, and then I booked it a little faster back into his house.
I didn’t really want to sit here like a slug, so I tidied up a little bit and started his laundry, then I headed into town around lunch time and went to the diner. I wasn’t really that hungry, but I knew it would be busy and that people in town liked to gossip. I sat at the counter with my back to the room, ordered some coffee and a sandwich, and pretended to be engrossed in my phone while I tried to listen to all of the conversations around me at once.
At first all I heard was a bunch of nonsense I didn’t care about. The movie theater playing an R-rated movie. Vickie’s beauty parlor giving people lice. The football coach getting caught in an affair. I scrolled on, not really seeing what was on the screen, managing to keep my face neutral and not roll my eyes at the things people gossiped about. Suddenly I heard, “Elijah got arrested at the vet clinic...” And my ears perked up. I clicked on a random web page and scrolled slowly, taking a bite of the sandwich Jodie had placed in front of me.
