Page 35 of Bruised

“That didn’t take much,” Mason says, chuckling. “Did that feel nice, puppy?”

“Mm-hmm,” I say dreamily. Felt so nice. Everything I do with him feels like surrender, and in the thick of it, my body is helpless to resist, revealing my desire with every whimper and silent plea for more.

I melt into a boneless puddle for a while, and time itself feels fuzzy. Mason’s finger is gone, and instead, he strokes my lower back in a kind of massage, helping me come down and working me back up at the same time.

“Want your treat now?” He frames my ass in his hands again, and even though I just came, it feels really good. I feel insatiable. Whining, I arch my back, pushing my ass into his touch. “Or do you want me to keep touching you?” He sounds smug as he circles my hole again, pressing his finger back inside.

I nod and rock back and forth, chasing the pleasure.

“I bet you’ll get hard again in no time,” Mason says. “I bet you can come again and again.”

He keeps teasing me with one finger, sliding it in and out, putting pressure on my prostate. I feel swollen there, oversensitive, but paired with the kneading, the praise, and Mason’s intoxicating presence, my cock hardens once more. I rock back and forth, frustrated. One finger isn’t enough. I want to be filled.

“Something wrong?” Mason asks with that infuriating smirk in his voice.

So he wants me to say it. To beg for it. But there’s no way I’ll give him that satisfaction. He’s already made me cross so many lines, broken so many rules. And yet… His finger feels so good as it slides in and out of me, twisting, turning, getting me all loose and pliant, making my cock dribble precum onto the sheets, joining the already drying mess from my previous release.

Mason chuckles low in his throat. “You want one more?”

There’s the question. I refuse to say it, but fuck, I do.

“I know you want more, but you’re only getting one tonight, puppy. We have to work up to it, remember?”

I clench my fists in the sheets. If I can’t have his fingers, then…

“Treat,” I whisper, and I don’t know what’s worse: begging for his fingers or begging to suck his cock.

Mason exhales a thick, heavy breath—a surprised one, as if he didn’t expect me to use his frankly ridiculous word for it. But he recovers quickly.

“You want your treat, do you? Come here, then.”

He slips his finger out of me and lets the pressure off my thighs. I get on my hands and knees, and when I turn around, I’m faced with his erection at eye level. Without hesitation, I suck the head of his cock into my mouth, and Mason inhales a sharp breath. There’s a thud as he leans his elbow on the wall.

He’s a lot quieter than I am, though. A lot more controlled. He slides a hand into my hair, pulling me toward him and making me gag before he lets me back up for air.

“Look at me, puppy.”

I gaze up at him, eyes wet and mouth full. I try to push myself, to pleasure him further, and little glug sounds bubble up from my throat as I choke. His expression shifts the longer he stares at me—eyebrows turning up, mouth falling open.

“Fuck,” he growls. “Come here.” He grips a fistful of my hair, tilting my head up as his cock pops out of my mouth. He jerks himself quickly, his hand a blur in front of my eyes. “Stick your tongue out.”

I open my mouth wide, tongue out, eager to receive his load. Moments later, the shiny head of his cock spurts with cum, and I moan as some of it lands on my tongue, some on my cheeks, and the rest on my chin.

Mason keeps his eyes on me as he drags his finger across my face and pushes the stray drops of cum into my mouth. I suck on his finger, lapping up the salty taste. He chuckles, a little breathless. I don’t think I’ve ever seen as many shifting emotions on his face. Pleasure, awe, and something that strangely looks like… affection.

I shake my head at that last thing. It can’t be. Just my imagination.

“You always want more, don’t you?” he says, the answer to his question so obvious I don’t need to voice it.

I sit up straight, hands folded in my lap, ready to do whatever he asks of me. I’m not begging, but I’m obedient. Desperate and hard.

“Turn around.”

I put my back to him, unsure of what he’s getting at. He scoots closer, pressing himself up against my back, and he wraps himself around me—one arm around my middle, and his hand around my cock. He starts jerking me off right away, coaxing breathless noises from my mouth.

“That’s it,” he murmurs into my ear. “Nice and snug. Let’s make you feel good, puppy. You always want more, and I’ll give it to you. Whatever you want, you’ll get.”

His hand works over my cock so fast the motion goes blurry. My orgasm builds at record speed, making my head spin, and when he dips his head down to bite the shell of my ear, I can’t hold back anymore. My cock dribbles with cum, soaking his hand and the sheets below. Even though I came not that long ago, the sensation is just as intense as the first time around, making me moan and shudder in his grip.