A whimper rips out of my throat. “Okay. Yes.”
He eagerly pulls my cheeks apart, stubble scraping my sensitive skin. I hold my breath, my entire body tensing. His tongue flickers against my entrance, light and gentle, like he’s warming me up for the main event.
Finally, he licks a wide stripe over my hole. The sensation sends a pang of arousal straight to my cock, filling me with panic. My body jolts, slamming my ass into his face, hard. His mouth slams shut with a clash of teeth.
“Ow! Jesus Christ, Hunter,” he groans.
I peek over my shoulder, mortified.“Sorry!”
He sits back on his heels, rubbing his jaw, half-laughing. “Did it feel okay?”
“Yeah,” I croak quietly. “Really good.”
His lips twitch into a smirk. “Promise not to smack me with your ass again?”
“Y-yeah.”
“Alright. Just relax for me.”
He spreads my cheeks apart and nuzzles his face between them, his breath hot against my twitching hole. His tongue darts out, teasing light flickers around my rim. It feels wet and tingly and so goddamn good. Like nothing I’ve ever felt before.
His tongue rolls to a point and nudges inside.
“Oh, God,” I groan, lifting my hips, back arching.
He fucks me with his tongue, slow and deliberate. My brain dials in on the hot, wet slide of him dipping in and out of me. I grind against his face, moaning, wanton and desperate. I barely recognize my own voice.
This is unreal. I can’t believe I went twenty-three years without feeling this.
A finger nudges against my hole before slipping inside.
“Fuck! Mason!”
He grabs my thighs and tugs me down the bed, pulling me tight against his face. His tongue pistons inside as he fucks me with his finger, stretching me open. He curls it skillfully and brushes my prostate.
I can’t take it. “I’m—Mason, I’m gonna—”
He doesn’t stop. He sucks at my rim, nibbling gently as he slips another finger inside. He pumps them steadily and eats me out like he’s starving for it—like he’s starving forme.
I reach between my legs and grip my cock, giving myself a few frantic strokes before I come hard. My release splatters hot across my stomach while he gives my tender hole soothing licks.
Mason pulls out his fingers, and my breath hitches at the emptiness. The mattress dips as he collapses next to me.
I refuse to look at him. That was too much.
“I’m dead,” I mumble into the mattress.
He chuckles, the sound warm and low, and gently rolls me onto my back. My eyes stay stubbornly shut.
“Was that okay?” he asks, combing through my hair.
“More than okay,” I mutter, cracking one eye open to meet his. “Do you really like doing that?”
“I do.” His mouth morphs into a soft smile. “I like making you feel good.”
I feel myself blushing. “Thanks. It was, um. Really good.”
His grin shifts, a flash of mischief in his eyes as he bites his lower lip. “Watching you come like that was really fucking hot.”
