Chapter Twenty-Three
Mason
We couldn’t get back to Gabe’s place fast enough for my liking. I had a desperate need to get Ash out of his clothes and show him exactly how much he meant to me. To prove our new relationship would be the start of something special and last the rest of our lives.
As we made our way through the center of town, people passing on either side of us along the sidewalk, I had to pinch myself to believe how much calmer I’d become. It still amazed me I’d managed to get up enough nerve to walk inside the bar in the first place. I’d pretty much had Gabe on speakerphone the whole drive back to Melrsoe Bay, going over my plan again and again. His constant reassurances I’d be okay, and of course, that my plan would work, and the fact that he’d always be there if I needed him helped bolster my waning confidence until I’d stood outside the place, trying to dredge up the last of my courage to walk over to the entrance. It had taken every ounce of determination I had to take hold of the door and pull it open. The deafening noise crashing over me from the music and all the people inside almost caused me to turn tail and run, but I purposely tuned them out, instead focusing on the sole reason why I was there.
I needed to prove my worthiness, my determination to overcome my issues, for my own peace of mind, yes, but primarily for Ash.
Walking into the bar wasn’t only about overcoming my fear of people and the unpredictability of their nature. I also wanted to prove to Ash I’d always be there for him. To make him see I’d do anything, absolutely anything for him, even conquer my worst fear and show him loud and clear what he meant to me.
“You okay?” he asked as we made the final turn down the lane to his house. “You’re awfully quiet.”
“I’m thinking.”
“About?”
“How the hell I managed to walk inside the Bayside Bar and Grill.”
He stopped us in the street and turned me to face him, his gaze earnest. “I’ll never forget the courage and determination it took for you to come into the bar, Mason. Never.”
“I know you won’t,” I said, grateful he understood the sheer amount of effort taken had been immense. He got me in a way no one else ever had, friends included. “Though I hope you have a long memory since it’s highly unlikely to be happening again anytime in the near future.”
His carefree laughter penetrated the last of my walls, allowing the love I had for him to break free. He completed me, simple as that. I’m sure a lot of my old friends from when Lindsay and I were engaged wouldn’t be happy. In truth, they’d probably be disgusted I was in a relationship with a man after being with her for so long. Ultimately, I couldn’t bring myself to care. This was about our happiness, mine and Ash’s, and if people didn’t like us being together? Well, they could go take a hike.
My only concern was if my family rejected me because of my choice. I hoped they didn’t, but being accepting of my business partners and friends and not minding in the least if they’re gay is a whole different ball game to having one’s own son admit he’s also attracted to a man and about to embark on a relationship with one. Time would tell, so I’d have to wait and see how the scenario played out when I introduced them all to Ash.
“Oh, I’ll absolutely remember, all right,” Ash answered. Slipping his arms around my waist, he drew me close, our bodies lined up, perfectly slotting together. “I love you, Mason Wilder,” he whispered, his words making my heart soar.
“I love you too, Ashton Michaels.”
Michaels! His last name is Michaels. Oh, thank God.
Our mouths were tantalizingly close, but if I gave in to my baser needs and kissed him here, we’d never make the rest of the journey back to the house. I’d take him right here, against a tree or on the damn sidewalk if we weren’t careful.
Moving us apart, I gripped his hand and pulled him along behind me. “Home. We need to get home.” His answering laugh came out low and sensual. The man knew exactly what he was doing to me.
“Oh, you’ll pay for that,” I warned him.
“I’m counting on it,” he replied seductively.
Digging my hands into my pocket I pulled out the key and then unlocked the door, for once going through the front of the beach house and not via the rear deck, so we’d be closer to my room. Bundling him through the entrance and straight into my bedroom, I slammed the door shut and had him pinned against the wooden surface in a second.
“It’s like déjà vu,” he panted, “but this time, I get to keep you.”
Grinding my hips against his, my hardening cock brushed up against his own. “You do”—I gave another grind—“get to keep me”—and another grind—“for as long as you want.”
“Promise?” The slight catch in his voice stopped my movement when I instantly comprehended the extreme importance of his question as he revealed all his hopes and fears in that single, solitary word. He’d had a dream of forever dangled in front of him in the past, only for that dream to be cruelly ripped out from under him time and again. He needed confirmation I wouldn’t do the same and that I’d be different.
I cradled his face with my hands, and locking eyes with his, I answered him with total honesty. “I promise you, Ash. I’m not going anywhere, and I won’t leave you. Not ever. Do you hear me? Ever.”
His lower lip trembled, but he managed to control himself as he waited for my reply. His almost imperceptible nod confirmed his acknowledgement of my commitment to him.
“Now—” I circled my hips over his, watching his eyes drift shut, his head lolling back against the door. “—where were we? Oh, yeah, I need to kiss you.” His beautiful eyes reopened, glistening with unshed tears, and making the moss-green of his irises vivid and clear. “Hey,” I said gently.
He shook his head. “It’s a lot to take in. I hoped, really hoped for so long I’d find you.” A tear spilled over and down his cheek as he whispered, “I can’t believe I’m so lucky.”
Raising my hand, I gently wiped the tear tracks away. “Me too, Ash. Me too.” No longer able to wait another second, I lowered my head and took his lips with mine, our kiss full of sweetness and love. He trembled under my mouth, and the contented sigh he released nearly drove me to my knees.
“You’re wearing too many clothes,” I husked, annoyed that the dark-green shirt clinging to his lean frame kept me away from his skin. “This shirt—” My hands fought to undo the buttons quick enough, and he didn’t have that many done up in the first place. “I wanted to rip the damn thing off the moment I saw you in it.” Pulling the shirttails out of his chinos, the last button free, my hands finally got to touch all his hot, smooth skin. His answering groan, so needy and desperate, made my cock ache to be inside him. “Naked. We need to get naked.”
The situation was so reminiscent of the last time we were together it was uncanny. This time, I had no qualms whatsoever about what we were about to do. Grabbing hold of the shirt, I eased the material over his shoulders and down his arms, the cuffs catching at his wrists, securing his hands behind his back. He was exactly where I wanted him.
Holding firm with one hand, I went to work on his chinos. “And these,” I grumbled. “Your ass in these. So round, so tight. Fuck, Ash.” He chuckled at me indulgently. “You wore them on purpose to drive me crazy.”
He gave a sexy smile. “I did.”
“Well, it worked.” With my mouth again on his, my tongue tracing his lips, I demanded entry. His decadent moan set my pulse racing. My tongue delved inside, meeting his. Fireworks exploded in my brain with each lick, each caress of his along mine. His face, smooth tonight, clean-shaven, felt soft against my lips, but I much preferred him with a day’s worth of stubble, so each time we kissed, I’d know exactly who I was with.
He twisted in my hold, trying to get his hands free, his actions becoming more desperate the longer he struggled. “Need to touch you.”
“Soon.”
He let out an adorably frustrated whine.
Keeping one hand wrapped in the shirt, I undid his belt, popped the snap and the fly, and slipped my hand between them and his briefs, cupping him, massaging the solid cock currently held hostage behind the thin material. “Mase,” he pleaded.
“Soon,” I repeated. His body, already covered in a light sheen of perspiration, had become my latest addiction. His sweat was a clear indicator I turned him on and made him burn from the inside out.
Locking eyes, I lowered my head until my mouth was level with his nipple. Exhaling slowly, the sensitive flesh peaked to a hard nub. Tracing my tongue lazily around the perimeter, close but not touching, prompted a shudder to rack his whole body.
“Mase, please, fuck.”
I gave in and flicked my tongue rapidly over the tight bud, making him tremble like a leaf. My teeth grazed over the very tip, not offering anywhere near enough pleasure to quench his thirst.
“Bite it.”
Yes!
Taking his nipple between my teeth, I bit down hard enough to feel but not enough to satisfy. His agitated groan only sent me higher. I sucked him in, his shout echoing around the room, as I lapped the bud over and over. Moving across to the other, I repeated the process, and all the while my hand continued to work his length through his briefs. The head of his cock left a wet patch on the cotton, darkening the spot.
Curling my fingers, I stroked to the tip where his engorged head now poked out from the edge of his underwear. “Fuuuck.” Running the pads of my fingers over the slit released more precum, the thick bead dripping down and covering my fingers. Raising them, I coated his nipple with the juice before licking his essence off, the sweet taste adding to his own unique scent.
Needing more, I fell to my knees, pulling his pants down with me. Taking off his shoes and socks one by one, I removed his chinos and cast them aside. His leaking cock was right in front of me, mostly trapped firmly behind a cotton barrier. I swiftly lowered his briefs down to his ankles and whipped those off too. His solid throbbing cock now free and accessible, I opened my mouth wide and took him as far down my throat as possible, mindful of gagging this time, and sucked hard.
Ash’s legs shook, and he braced himself against the door, trying to keep upright, the action thrusting his hips forward, which pushed him in deeper. His dazed expression so beautiful as he came apart for me, his moans and whimpers made my own cock throb in my jeans.
He punched deep into my mouth, but I was more prepared this time, relaxing my jaw and readily taking him deeper. “I’m gonna come,” he warned. I worked my way up to his tip, then swallowed deep again, over and over, loving his taste, the solidness of him ramming into my mouth, his lack of finesse as he sought his release. Hands bound behind him, he should have been at my mercy, but the complete opposite was true. I was at his, yearning to give him pleasure, to send him higher. On my knees in front of him, his to use however he chose, I’d never in my life experienced the feeling of being so subordinate and yet so in control at the same time. It took all I had to stave off my own climax, as I focused on giving him his. Taking him deep, I used my hand to slide under his balls, tugging gently as he’d done to me.
He grew in my mouth, impossibly filling me as the first spurts of cum shot from his pulsing cock. I quickly swallowed them, knowing he’d have a lot more. He didn’t disappoint, shooting again and again. I continued sucking him, taking every drop until his body sagged against the door.
I stood and faced him.
“Kiss me,” he ordered. Raising to my feet I took his mouth with mine. Our tongues mingled, his cum passing between us. I was so high on his taste, the smell of him, his mouth on my own, his tongue wrapped around mine that I was completely and utterly lost.
I eventually sucked in a shaky breath and gazed into Ash’s flushed face. Pink highlighted his cheekbones, and with his heavily glazed eyes and red lips, he appeared completely sated for the time being. But I’d not finished with him yet. I still needed to show him how much he meant to me. Show him I’d never leave. Show him I needed to be close to him, inside him all the time.
Show him how much I loved him.
Guiding him to the bed, then stripping him of the shirt still imprisoning his hands, I positioned him in the middle of the mattress. He followed me easily, his pliable body slowly coasting down from his orgasm. “Scoot up so your head is on the pillow.” He did. “Now grip the headboard.”
He frowned but again did as I asked, his arms going up and fingers curling around the iron poles and holding on. The action flexed his biceps, the muscles bunching. “Don’t let go, okay?”
Standing at the foot of the bed, I began to strip, casually unbuttoning my shirt until fully undone and the sides hung open. Ash’s eyes feasted on the wide strip of skin, clearly frustrated he couldn’t see more.
Toeing off my shoes, I studied him as his eyes traveled from my bare skin to my covered crotch. He licked his lips, already anticipating my needs. “You want something, Ash?”
His eyes flashed back to mine. “You know I do.”
Releasing my buckle and top button I teased the zip down on my jeans, pushing them down and off. The loud moan and the thrusting of his hips had me leaking precum thick and fast.
My cock was so fucking hard I ached to touch but refrained from doing so. I had other, more satisfying plans. Removing my boxer briefs, the last piece of my clothing, I stood naked in front of Ash, enjoying his eager thrusts into the air. Each one getting him harder, pumping more blood into his cock.
Taking hold of my dick at the base I gave a single long slide up the full length. His gaze glued to the movement, Ash released a single, anguished groan when precum leaked from my slit.
“God, I want that,” he whined.
“It’s all yours.”
Hands on the mattress, I crawled up the bed, kissing every part of him along the way. His feet, his shins, his thighs. His legs spread wider, giving me access to his balls, letting me suck and lick them in turn. His cock, fully hard again, lay firm against his belly. Flattening my tongue, I licked a thick stripe up his length swirling around the tip, loving his agonized moans. Continuing up, I licked his abs, his nipples, his neck, nibbling his jaw, returning to his lips, drowning in his kisses.
Our bodies remained in contact the whole time, my cock leaving a sticky wet trail along his perfect skin. I didn't stop, my body following my mouth until, with my hands holding on to the headboard above him, I gazed down into his face.
He never took his eyes off my cock, which hovered centimeters from his mouth, and he desperately wanted to taste. His greedy eyes moved up to lock with mine, their hunger clear. Canting my hips, I let the tip of my dick slide over his lips, glossing them with my essence. He licked them, closing his eyes, tasting me.
“Open.”
I teased him some more, tracing around his lips, dipping the swollen head between them, withdrawing to slide along them again, then doing the same. He growled, the sound vibrating around my dick, sending goose bumps along my skin.
Taking hold of my cock and angling downward, I pushed past his lips, his hot wet mouth closing around me, encasing me in searing soft flesh. Hollowing his cheeks, he sucked me hard. A split second later his head lunged forward, and I hit the back of his throat. Eyes watering, he didn’t waver, and with his gaze intently focused on my eyes, he swallowed me down.
Sensation flooded me, ripping through my body like a raging river. My heart pounded as lust and want and desire swirled within me. His lips were stretched wide, and he’d taken most of me in his mouth, his right hand working the rest. So enamored with watching his expressive face, I hadn’t even noticed him removing them from the headboard.
Not wanting to choke him, I eased back, but now that his hands were no longer restricted, his free one gripped my ass, holding me firmly, preventing me from going anywhere. His mouth and hand servicing me together made me tremble, and when he added the flat of his tongue, I gritted my teeth, struggling to hold out for longer. Sensing how close I was, he relaxed his hold, and I reluctantly removed my cock from his mouth. Dropping down, I kissed his swollen lips, licking inside, tasting our mingled juices.
Letting him go, I slipped off the bed to grab the lube and condom from my bag.
“Someone’s been shopping,” he commented.
I grinned. “Precautions.”
“Just the lube, Mase. I want to feel all of you again,” he said huskily.
Hard need fired down my spine, overpowering my senses. “Yes,” I agreed, my voice rough, aching.
Discarding the condom and flicking open the top of the lube, I poured some over my fingers. Ash pulled his legs up and open, making my body quiver at his eagerness. We both needed this connection, this loving bond, securing us for the future.
Lightly tracing around his hole, the ring of muscle clenched briefly when I caressed the center. Pushing more firmly against him, my finger disappeared, easing steadily all the way in, his groan confirming how much he enjoyed the feel of me. Pulling out until only the tip remained nestled inside him, I added one more finger and pressed back inside. Hot inner muscles clenched around my digits, making the glide a little tighter, a little more intense.
“You feel so good, Ash,” I praised him, my voice deep and rough.
Adding a third finger, I twisted them, searching for the spot that I knew drove him wild. I found and caressed his prostrate, making his whole body arch in ecstasy, his deep moan filling the room.
“There, oh God, right there. Fuck!”
Pulling my fingers all the way out, the sphincter muscle clenched tight. I waited a second and entered him again, repeating the maneuver—pulling all the way out, pushing all the way in, over and over.
His head shot up, glazed eyes locking with mine. “Jesus. Where did you learn to do that?”
“What, this?” I did it again, faster this time.
“Holy fuck, yes.”
I gave a dirty chuckle. “I might have watched a few gay porn videos when I was at my apartment.”
The grin I got back was absolutely filthy. “I definitely need to hear all about that,” he said. “We can work through them to—” He never finished his sentence as I gave a savage twist, my fingers heavy on his gland. “Fuck, fuck.” Writhing against me, meeting my every thrust, sweat dripping down his skin, his body was so ready for more.
Removing my fingers and taking hold of his hips, I lifted to turn him over. Getting the message, he flipped onto his front, settling in the sheets, allowing me to get a good look at his toned back and the gorgeous tight ass I constantly fantasized about.
“Beautiful,” I whispered as my eyes feasted on the perfectly round cheeks with the cute dimples. Taking my finger, I lightly traced from Ash’s neck down the center of his spine. He purred, the muscles shifting under my touch. Swirling around his crease, I slid in between, two of my fingers dipping inside his hole, muscles squeezing around me.
“Ahhhhh,” he moaned before begging, “Please, Mase.”
Generously lubing up and crawling along his body until we aligned, I placed the engorged head of my cock at his entrance and slowly sank into his welcoming heat. Firm muscles clamped down hard around me as I continued my descent, sending electricity racing along my skin. Not stopping until I was fully seated, my cock deep in his ass, my body molding perfectly around his.
Ash’s satisfied groan came out long and loud.