And then, I realized with a jolt of shock, he was moving even lower.
He mouthed my cock, nosing the crease of my thigh, inhaling deep. “You smell so fucking good.”
His hot breath ghosted over my slit, and then his tongue lapped me from balls to tip, tasting me. I jolted, crying out as a fresh spurt of precum escaped me, and he hummed his approval, vibration buzzing through me.
I threaded my fingers in his hair, not pulling, just holding. He sucked the head of my dick into his mouth, his cheeks hollowing. No teeth, just wet suction, his tongue swirling. Pleasure coiled tight inside me. My thighs trembled and my toes curled. Mason took more, inch by inch, throat relaxing, until his nose pressed my pubes. The stretch of his mouth, the flutter around me as he swallowed—it was overwhelming, but in the best way.
Mason pulled off with a pop and crawled back up my trembling body. He kissed me again, our tongues meeting before it even occurred to me it might be weird or gross to kiss him when he tasted of my precum. It wasn’t, though. Nothing about this was weird or gross. Everything about it was a revelation, and I wanted more.
Mason reached for the lube on the nightstand and clicked it open with one hand. I shifted as his fingers dipped lower, nerves sharp but not quite screaming at me yet. Mason circled my hole with his fingers, not pushing, just gently petting the puckered skin. And then, when I exhaled, he pressed a finger inside me.
Okay, so maybe that was weird and?—
He crooked his finger, and I saw stars. Sparks exploded behind my eyes like fireworks as he massaged that spot inside me in slow circles.
“More,” I gasped. “Please, more!”
Mason held my gaze as a second finger joined the first. The faint burn faded before I’d even registered it properly and was replaced by an ache as he scissored his fingers. Mason shifted back, taking his weight on his knees and leaving him a free handto stroke my cock. His thumb smeared precum over the head. A litany of sounds escaped me, more than I’d ever made together in my life, probably—whines, gasps, and moans. My body arched off the bed. Mason’s fingers moved relentlessly, the stretch building. My whole body throbbed in response.
He withdrew his fingers, then rolled a condom over his cock and slicked himself up.
“You sure?” he asked me.
I nodded, teetering between trust and terror.
Mason leaned down over me again, and his closeness made me less afraid. The head of his cock breached me slowly. It didn’t hurt, but the ache was back. Mason kissed my eyelids, my nose, murmuring, "So good for me. Perfect. Tell me if you want to stop.”
I didn’t want to stop. I wanted to be this close to him forever.
I groaned as he bottomed out, right on the edge of being overwhelmed by the fullness. Mason stilled, a drop of sweat chasing down his brow and splashing onto my chest. We breathed together, chests heaving. Then he began to move, rocking into me slowly and gently like we had all the time in the world. It was nice, for about half a second, before it was frustrating. He was treating me like I was made of spun glass, and didn’t the asshole know how badly I needed to come?
I hooked my legs around him. “Go faster. Hurry.”
He huffed out a soft laugh, then kissed me before shifting back so that he could move faster. My mouth fell open on his first hard thrust and stayed that way for the next ones. The head of his cock dragged against my prostate on each pass, sending shockwaves through my entire body. Wet slaps sounded, the lube squelching, and it might have been funny except my brain barely registered it as heat built between us and pleasure coiled tighter and tighter inside me. Mason’s hand fisted the sheetsbeside my head, the muscles bunching in his arms. His bun had frayed into dark tendrils that hung around his face.
My body ached urgently with need, and my balls drew up tight.
“Mason,” I choked out, my fingers digging into his back and my ankles crossing behind him to hold him in place.
“Come for me, Cash.” His hand wrapped around my cock, stroking frantically. His thumb pressed into my slit and I shattered—ropes of cum splattering his abs as I clenched around him convulsively. Mason followed seconds later, pressing his face into my neck and groaning as he shuddered.
When he was done, he collapsed gently onto me. We stayed like that, his weight grounding me, his fingers tracing lazy patterns on my hip as I soaked in the warmth of him. Words failed me again, but it didn’t matter. They weren’t needed here. Our bodies tangled together and our breath mingling were enough, and so was the tender ache of being held closely after being completely wrecked but, somehow, not broken.
And when I slipped into sleep with Mason’s hands warm against my skin where he was cradling me, I slept better than I had in months.
CHAPTER 13
MASON
Iwoke up around dawn to a hairy snout in my face. Dog was standing with his front paws on the bed, his nose pressed firmly against my cheek, his back end wagging. Then I became aware of a warm body lying against mine and an arm slung over my front. It had been so long since I’d taken anyone to bed that it took a moment for my brain to catch up. I carefully eased myself out from under Cash’s arm and rose to my feet. I stooped down to grab last night’s clothes. Dog headed for the door, anxious to get outside and pee, but I couldn’t stop from turning around to look at Cash as I dressed.
In the faint predawn light, his skin looked pale and ghostly. His hair was a mess, some of it flattened by the pillow and the rest standing up in all different directions at once. His lashes were dark smudges against his cheeks, and his mouth hung open a little as he slept. He was cute as hell.
I let Dog out and fed the kittens, and Cash was still asleep when Dog and I got back. I slipped back into bed beside him, hoping I could at least doze until my alarm went off, but Dog jumped up onto the bed. He wriggle-tornadoed his way toward Cash, and I couldn’t grab him fast enough.
Cash jolted away when Dog launched at his face in a flurry of enthusiastic kisses. “Wha—” He gave a sleepy grin. “Hey, Dog. Good morning.”
Dog wriggled even more frantically.
