Chapter Thirteen
Emery
"Naked?" Mason asked, his voice cracking a little.
I shrugged, trying to project a calm confidence I didn’t feel at all. "If you want to, I mean. We don’t—”
He replied quickly. "I do. I want to."
As soon as we got back, we made our way down to the dock and stripped off our shirts, tossing them onto the planks.
Feeling way less collected than I hoped I looked, I stepped out of my shorts and without another moment of hesitation, tugged my boxers down and launched myself into the water.
A second later, I was rocked by a wave as Mason dove in.
I stood there laughing and watching the space where he’d disappeared under the water, waiting for him to surface.
It only took a moment before he popped up, just a few feet away, grinning widely.
Water ran down his body, dripping onto his face from his dark, shaggy hair, the sheen catching the glowing orange light, making him look like some type of god.
My mouth went dry and my heart raced as I watched him.
With a smirk, Mason stepped closer and shook his head like a dog, splattering my face with lake water.
I swallowed, watching him carefully. It had been my idea to do this, but I wasn’t feeling as confident as I’d been trying to appear.
Instead, nerves thrummed through me, my stomach turning anxiously, worries running through my head.
I took a deep breath to strengthen my resolve and stepped in, narrowing the gap between us.
Reaching my hand out to touch him, I let my fingers dip under the water and trace down to his hip before pulling him to me.
His breath hitched and his Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed, following my lead and stepping in until our chests were touching.
"Is this okay?" I whispered.
Mason nodded and swallowed again. "Yes." With that, he leaned in and kissed me. The kiss was slow and sensual, deepening as we both parted our lips, letting our tongues slide together. His hands glided down my body, one settling on my back, the other on my hip. As we kissed, my cock hardened between us, Mason’s doing the same.
Tentatively, I rocked my groin against his, dragging our cocks along each other.
His breath hitched again and he let out a little groan before breaking the kiss.
"Fuck, Em."
"Yeah?"
He pressed his forehead to mine and nodded.
"Yeah." A second passed before he slid his hand lower, hiking my thigh up.
I groaned softly, following his lead and wrapped both legs around him before placing my hands on the nape of his neck.
I wanted his mouth on mine again, desperately, and I pulled him in with a sense of urgency.
His stubble scraped along my chin, sending a thrill through me, and I thrust my hips up again, aching for more.
His chest rumbled as he groaned once more.
We stayed like that for a long time, kissing deeply, his cock hard and grazing mine as I rutted against him, slowly at first. As my body responded to the kissing and the friction, my breathing tightened and I found myself letting out soft moans with almost every thrust.
"Touch me?" I gasped.
He spoke quietly. "I thought you’d never ask." Mason gave me a small smirk as he slid one hand between us and wrapped his strong fingers around my aching, wanting cock.
It was not much different from anyone else touching me, and at the same time, it was so, so much better.
His hand was big, his grip firm and steady as he stroked me.
Part of me wished we could go inside, explore each other slowly, and part of me couldn’t bear the idea of stopping to do anything else. I wanted it to go on forever.
I surged forward and kissed him again, letting the sensations overtake me.
My cock throbbed and ached. The only thing I could do was kiss him and hold on as he took me closer and closer to the edge with every stroke of his fist. I fucked up into it subconsciously, unable to slow down even if I wanted to.
I chased the sensations, the intensity of it all, until the orgasm slammed into me, taking my breath away as I came, pulse after pulse releasing into the water.
Mason groaned deeply as I came, as if he were getting satisfaction from it too, and bit down on my lower lip, intensifying the pleasure.
I moaned softly, grateful that the cabin was surrounded by trees, that the nearest neighbor was a quarter mile away, and that nobody would be able to see us.
When my orgasm ebbed, I pulled back, eyes closed, letting out a weak chuckle. Mason released my cock and went back to holding me with both hands. "You good?"
I laughed again, eyes fluttering open to look at him. "So good."
He gave me a cocky grin and nodded.
I eased out of his grip until he released me and I planted my feet directly into the soft ground. "I want—" I didn’t know how to say what I wanted. Swallowing hard, I decided to go for it. "Can I—"
Mason knew what I was asking before I finished my thought. "Please."
I moved my hand between us and grasped his thick, hard cock.
His breath stuttered as I touched him, his hips rocking up into my touch.
As I stroked him slowly, I cataloged the feeling of him.
His cock was bigger than mine and it felt heavy in my hand.
I’d expected it to feel weird, touching another man, but instead, I found myself getting hard again already.
His breathy sounds were a turn-on too, and I wanted more.
I wanted to know every sound he made and wondered if he’d make different sounds when I got my mouth on him.
The thought drew me up short and my stroke stuttered for a brief second. I wanted my mouth on him. It wasn’t even a question. I wanted to know what it was like to suck his cock until he came, crying out with pleasure.
I leaned in and kissed him again, hard, dragging my free hand into the hair at the nape of his neck and tugging.
He groaned and tilted his head back, exposing his throat to me, and I leaned in and kissed, scraping my teeth along the soft skin before sucking a bruise into his throat.
Mason’s hips bucked and he thrust his cock into my fist as he neared the edge, gasping and groaning loudly.
"God, Em. I’m—" He didn’t have time to finish his thought as his orgasm tore through him, his cock pulsing against my hand. I stroked him through it before releasing him slowly. When he’d caught his breath and come down from the orgasmic high, he kissed me again, slowly, languidly.
The sun had set by then, stars dotting the sky, the moon bright and low on the horizon. We kissed for a long time before separating. "We should go inside."
He nodded. "Dinnertime?"
"You’re hungry?"
Mason smirked and looked me up and down. "Not for food."
I laughed. "We should probably refuel first. Plus, I don’t want you too tired tomorrow morning on the roof. How about we postpone round two until after that?"
He gave me an exaggerated pout. "Fine. But I’m holding you to it."