Chapter 20 Kiss It Better
I kissed him.
I kissed him, and he kissed me back.
The memory plays over and over again in my mind for the rest of the night and well into the morning. How he growled hungrily against my mouth as his tongue met mine. How something snapped when he started kissing me back, starving, desperate.
How, after he wrapped his arms around me, I felt so safe in his embrace.
Fuck, I don’t even know what got into me when I surged up and took his lips.
I’m the one who insisted this is just about sex.
I always do as he tells me. He always guides me into the position he wants me in with that low, dangerous voice of his.
I never thought I’d even want to kiss him, let alone be the one to take the first step.
I never thought I’d feel safe in his arms, or that I’d want to stay the night, but maybe something has changed.
I don’t know when or how it happened, but maybe I’ve started to want more than sex.
This whole thing was supposed to be about getting off, but it’s become much more than that.
The realization should disturb me, but instead I feel weirdly giddy as I wait for Oliver to cook us lunch.
Mason is in the pool doing laps. I sneak little glances at him, cheeks flushing as I remember the way my lips parted to guide his soft tongue inside.
He didn’t just kiss me back.
He said my name.
My real name—not “puppy.”
I doubt it’ll last, though. I doubt he’ll want to kiss me again, either. I can’t expect otherwise. Expectations create disappointments, and maybe I can go back to having sex with him like normal, without the kissing.
I fiddle with my choker, frowning as I wander back and forth between the kitchen and the living room, feeling anxious and on edge.
What if he never wants to kiss me again? What if that was it? And why do I feel like I’ll die if I never get to feel his mouth on mine again? He doesn’t seem like the type who’s looking for anything serious, and until recently, I wasn’t either. But now, I don’t know…
I turn my gaze toward the pool, where Mason was swimming. Now, he’s heaving himself out of the water, chest naked and dripping. Towel in hand, he slips in through the glass patio door, gaze locked with mine. He’s coming my way. Oh fuck.
Oliver has his back turned, busy with the cooking, listening to music on his phone.
Mason prowls toward me, and I take a step back, but I’m too slow.
He’s on me. Dripping with water, he grabs me by the back of the neck and pulls me close, slotting his mouth over mine.
The kiss is violent, demanding. My heart drums in my chest, legs shaking, both terrified that Oliver will turn around and see what’s happening, and elated that Mason wants to kiss me again, this time of his own initiative.
He pushes his tongue into my mouth, hand sliding to my waist, wetting my clothes with the pool water dripping off his frame. Right when I’m starting to panic over Oliver, Mason breaks the kiss and slides a hand down the collar of my shirt, exposing the hickeys he left there last night.
“Sore from last time, puppy?” He strokes a hand over my nipples, then cups my ass.
I nod quickly, desperate not to let Oliver notice our exchange.
“Don’t worry,” Mason says. “I’ll kiss it better tonight.”
He lets me go and disappears up the stairs, out of my sight, just as Oliver calls from the kitchen, “All done!”
I go to him on shaky knees, trying not to think about the heat between my legs making my skinny jeans uncomfortably tight.
“Why are you all wet?” Oliver asks, frowning.
“Um…” How am I supposed to explain this? Fucking Mason dripped all over me. This is just what he planned. “The sink,” I blurt. The sink in the downstairs bathroom is a spraying hazard if you’re not careful when turning on the faucet.
Oliver turns back around. “Oh, right. Be more careful next time.”
I exhale in relief. Phew, that was a close one.
I really need to tell Mason off for taking these risks.
At the same time, part of me isn’t so sure I even want him to stop.
For all the stress it causes me, sneaking around like this is weirdly fun.
There must be something deeply, deeply wrong with me to think that, and my guilt revs up into overdrive at the thought of Oliver, who cooks us amazing food and buys me my favorite snacks.
At this point, I don’t even deserve to be his friend.
That night, when my feet tap through the hallway, my chest is filled with a heightened sense of anticipation, all the nerves and anxious musings from the day coming to a head.
I push Mason’s door open, and the moment I do, strong hands grab hold of me, haul me inside, and push me up against the closed door.
The next moment, our mouths and bodies collide. Mason’s heat sears through my veins, his mouth hungrily exploring mine as I squirm into his grip, pushing closer, wanting more.
“Tastes so sweet, puppy,” he murmurs against my lips. “Have you been eating that candy of yours?”
I shake my head, eyes wide, not sure what to do with myself. He kissed me in the living room, but this is different. We’re alone. He’s not doing it for the thrill—he’s doing it because he wants to.
Mason smirks and kisses me again, his naked erection hot against my thigh. “Then maybe that’s just how you taste,” he says, voice a raspy drawl. “Sweet and hungry.”
I don’t know about sweet, but I’m definitely hungry. A whimper spills from my mouth, and Mason swallows it, biting and licking my lower lip, making me gasp with the alternating pain and pleasure.
“Mm, fuck, puppy,” he growls. “Want to taste you all over. Get on the bed.”
I almost fall over from the dizzying arousal as he rips my clothes off, and my back hits the mattress. It bounces as Mason follows, blanketing my body with his.
He kisses me again, grinding our erections together, his tongue hot and demanding, opening my mouth, licking inside, teeth nipping at my lips, making them all swollen and aching.
His mouth closes around one of my nipples, sucking hard. I’m sore from last night—the bite marks still red and angry on my skin—but I gasp and arch upward, grinding against his thigh as he chuckles and licks and bites and sucks.
I want him lower, toward the place I’m aching. Impatient, I reach to palm his erection, and he gives a surprised moan.
“That’s what you want, puppy?” He humps my hand unabashedly, my palm making the silky skin move back and forth over his rock-hard length. “Want to get fucked?”
When I nod, he pulls back to slide a condom over his cock, and then he’s on me again, lifting my legs up. I’ve never seen him this impatient, this desperate. He’s always in control. But not tonight.
“Want to be inside you, puppy. You want that?”
I nod, breathless, a little teary-eyed from the intensity of it all.
“Tell me if it’s too much, okay?” Quickly, he smears lube on his cock and around my rim. “I don’t want to hurt you—I just want…” He grits his teeth. “I just want you.”
Panting, I try to relax as the blunt head of his cock pushes against my opening. “I want you too. So bad.”
My hands come up to cradle his face, and he looks straight into my eyes as he pushes inside in one long thrust. Eyes rolling back, he buries himself inside me, and my hole aches, but fuck, it feels so good.
Mason leans in and captures my lips again, and I whine into his mouth as he starts to move—long, deep thrusts that drive me wild.
“You need to be fucked hard like this, don’t you?” he grunts. “You need to be marked. You need to be bruised.”
“I need you,” I gasp and immediately regret it, but Mason just smiles.
“Yes, puppy. You need me.”
Do you need me? I want to ask him, but I can’t.
What if he says… what if he says this doesn’t mean anything?
It’s not supposed to mean anything. It’s just sex.
I said so myself from the very beginning, yet I’m about to come from the sheer surrender of admitting I need him.
But I need him closer than this. As close as we can get.
“Take it off,” I blurt.
“Hm?”
“The condom. Come inside me. Please.”
Mason makes a low, growling sound. “You want that, puppy? You want my cum inside you?”
“Yes,” I gasp. “Please, I’m… I’ve gotten tested. I’m okay.”
Mason grunts and keeps fucking into me for a few more thrusts. Then he pulls out, and I whine at the loss of his cock.
“Please…” I reach for it, but Mason is quicker. He rips the condom off, then he slides back inside me, and we both moan, far too loud.
It’s so intense. It’s so good. I can’t stop moaning.
“Shit,” Mason hisses under his breath. “Quiet, puppy. I’m gonna have to muzzle you.” He slams his hand over my mouth, muffling my cries and moans. “I know you want my cum. You ready for it?” I nod mindlessly, and his hips stagger. “Here it comes. Fuck.”
The degrading feeling of having my mouth covered combined with the knowledge that he’s filling me with his cum has me coming hands-free before I know it. The orgasm pours out of me, rushing through my veins and leaving me a panting, whiny mess.
Mason rolls over to lie beside me, and he pulls me in for a kiss. “You liked that?”
“Liked?” I giggle breathlessly. “Yeah.”
Mason chuckles and kisses me again, long and deep. “Fuck, I can’t get enough of your sweet little mouth.” Eyes closed, he brushes our noses together and plants a kiss on my sweat-slick forehead.
We lie entangled for a while, catching our breaths and getting sleepy. Mason wraps his arm tighter around me, and I rest my cheek on his sweaty, muscular shoulder. This feels nice. Safe.
Mason sighs deeply, and he mumbles in a low voice laced with disappointment, “I wish you could sleep here.”
I stare at him, and he stares back. He’s the one who told me I couldn’t sleep in his room last night. It’s not fair, but it’s our reality. I had no idea he felt the same.
“Uh, I mean…” His cheeks flush, and he looks away, scowling. “I mean, just so I could fuck you again.”
A smile plays at the corners of my lips. I don’t think I’ve ever seen him embarrassed like that. “Want to do it now?”
“What, fuck you? You want more?” His hand reaches to explore the cleft of my ass, fingers sliding down to that warm, wet place between my cheeks. He groans as his finger finds its target. “You have the sweetest little hole, Lane, you know that?”
Lane.
He said my name again.
I giggle, an embarrassed flush creeping up my neck—not because of what he said or what he’s doing, but because of the way he said my name.
“So hot and tight,” he says, pushing the finger inside. I gasp, but I’m relaxed and still wet down there from the lube and his cum, so it doesn’t hurt.
Soon enough, I’m hard and wanting again, and so is he. Mason pulls me on top of him and guides me onto his cock. I sink down, biting my fist to avoid making too much noise.
“Fuck, you should see yourself,” Mason groans. “So fucking perfect.” He grips my hips, guiding me into a slow and languid pace. “Good boy, Lane. Good boy.”
“Call me puppy again,” I whisper, like it’s a secret the world can’t know. It’s only between us, and right now, it feels okay to say it. I thought I’d be glad to have him call me by my name rather than call me “puppy” all the time, but now… I don’t know. It just feels right.
Mason smiles, and he reaches up to ruffle my hair, scratching me behind the ear. “Good puppy.”
I lean into his hand, eyes sliding shut. “T-Tell me you love my hole.”
He huffs out a strained laugh, laced with pleasure. “You know I do. The best fucking hole in the universe. And it’s all mine. Isn’t that right?”
“All yours,” I breathe, teary-eyed. I get like that sometimes, apparently—when everything just feels too fucking good.
“Fuck. Come here.” Mason reverses our positions, pulling me under him once more. “Need to mark you, puppy. Need everyone to know you’re mine.” He dives for my throat, and I almost let him, but then my sanity comes roaring back, and I push him away.
“No,” I say in alarm. “Oliver.”
Mason bites down lower instead, by my shoulder. “Fuck Oliver,” he growls into my skin. “I want you. He can go to hell.”
“He’s my friend,” I whine. “Please. He’ll… he’ll hate me.”
Mason’s gaze catches on my trembling lips, my tear-filled eyes, and he frowns, slowing his pace. “Sorry.” He kisses me, short and sweet. “We’ll keep this safe. Just us. Just you and me, puppy. It’s so fucking hard, though—keeping my hands off you.”
“I know,” I gasp. “I want your hands on me. Always.”
“You want my cock in you, too.”
“Yes,” I hiss. “And your mouth on me.”
Mason growls and kisses me, all while fucking into me hard, so hard little hiccups tear from my throat as he grinds his hips against mine, reaching so deep inside me it almost hurts.
“I’m going to come,” he growls. “Want me to fill your ass again?”
“Yeah,” I gasp. “Please.”
He grunts as he slams into me once, twice, and fills me up for the second time that night. He collapses onto me and kisses me deeply, then he travels down my body and lifts my legs up high, exposing my hole. I feel his cum trickle out of me.
“Touch yourself, puppy,” he orders. “Make yourself come while I eat this sweet hole.”
“Shit,” I whimper, and I do as he tells me, wrapping shaking fingers around my cock and stroking myself while he licks into my leaking hole, sucking out his own cum.
With his tongue buried in my ass, I shoot all over my stomach, biting so hard into my knuckles I swear I taste blood.
Mason kisses me again. “There you go, sweet puppy. Felt good?”
I nod dreamily. “So good.”
“Now let’s clean you up and put your clothes back on. We’re damn lucky Oliver sleeps like the dead.”
He’s right. I hope Oliver didn’t stir awake and hear us this time. We weren’t exactly being subtle: the door slamming when I stepped inside Mason’s room, then our loud moans when he first slid into me without a condom.
We need to be more careful, but for now, it seems like a lesser problem, made smaller by Mason’s careful hands as he wipes me down with paper towels and helps me into my clothes. Before I go, he pulls me into another kiss, as enthusiastic and demanding as all the previous ones.
“Good night, puppy. Sweet dreams.”
“Good night.”