Page 60
“I meant stop tickling, not the rest.”
Mason kissed his neck again, before licking his ear and then moving quickly down his body. He pulled Zeb’s cheeks apart and licked at his hole. He moaned. Mason loved that sound, and knowing he was the one causing Zeb to make it, made him happier than he ever thought he could be.
After he had Zeb loosened up and thrusting against the mattress in desperation, Mason grabbed the lube. Who knew Ryder being Ryder could end up being useful. He cracked open the bottle, Zeb’s body shivering in anticipation. Once he had some on his fingers, he warmed it up and slid his first finger in with ease, given he was already relaxed from being rimmed for ten minutes. He moved up Zeb’s body, licking his ears again, and pressed his cock against Zeb’s ass cheek.
“Can you feel how hard I am for you?”
“I need it,” he begged.
Mason would not rush their first time. There’d be a lifetime for frantic fucks, but tonight was not about that. Zeb’s tight heat squeezed around Mason’s finger as he pushed in further. Zeb’s body jerked, and he used the deep exhale of breath to push a second finger in.
“Mason, please . . . I’m ready. Please . . .”
He chuckled in his ear. “The more you beg, the longer I’ll make you wait.”
Zeb groaned, more with frustration than pleasure this time, but Mason wouldn’t be hurried. He continued to slide his fingers in and out, stroking Zeb’s prostate, and gripped his hips tightly so he couldn’t move. Zeb gasped.
“Do you need me to slow things down?”
“If you go any slower, I’ll be as old as you by the time you get your dick in me.”
Mason laughed. He couldn’t remember when he’d ever laughed with a partner in bed. When he was sure Zeb was ready, he put a third finger in. He was still tight, and Mason’s cock was throbbing, desperate to be squeezed by Zeb’s hole.
“You can turn over now,” he said, licking his ear again.
“Thank fuck for that.”
Mason laughed. “Bossy thing, aren’t you?”
Zeb turned over. He was smiling, but his eyes were full of fire. He wanted this as badly as Mason did. Reaching for the bedside table, he grabbed a condom. Zeb looked at him.
“Can we . . . would it be okay . . .” His words stuttered.
“What is it, sweetheart?”
“I got tested after Kaden, and he always used them, saying he didn’t like mess.”
“Maybe don’t talk about what you did with other men when you’re in bed with me.”
Zeb’s eyes widened. “Sorry, I’m just saying if you want to, we don’t need to use them. I want you to cum inside me.”
Mason nearly blew on the spot when he said that. He wanted this with Zeb, so badly, but his hesitation made Zeb’s face fall.
“I can show you my results if you need to see them,” he said, reaching for his phone.
Mason stopped him. “Zeb, have I ever given you a reason to think I don’t trust you?”
He shook his head.
“If I take you bare, then I’ll probably nut in about five seconds, and . . .”
“What?”
“I wanted to say I’ll never be able to let you go, but I would never want you to feel trapped.”
Zeb’s eyes watered.
“Hey, sweetheart. No tears, okay?”
