Chapter 15
Chapter Fifteen
Emery
Once we were both naked and in bed, we kissed for a long time, exploring each other’s bodies with our hands and mouths as we lay there.
Mason dragged his lips across my stubbled jaw to my throat and bit down, making my cock leak and tearing a moan from me.
I gripped his back hard, pulling him closer and whimpering as he continued to ravage my neck and throat.
I hadn’t imagined something could feel so good, so right.
Once again, his stubble scraped along my sensitive skin, making my nerve endings sing and my body quiver.
When he took my cock in his hand and gave it several firm strokes, I had to force myself to stay as still as possible, instead of fucking into his fist immediately.
I wanted it to last. I didn’t want things to be over in record time.
Mason released me and shifted, climbing on top of me and straddling my legs, before taking my cock in his hand once again. His gaze traveled my body, watching his hand stroke me before sliding up to examine his handiwork on my throat and then making eye contact. "You’re doing okay?"
"Better than okay," I said, trying to keep my voice steady and failing, the sound wavering.
I let out short breaths as he stroked slowly, sliding his thumb through the precum and smearing it along my crown and slit.
Mason dipped down to kiss me once, roughly pulling away and moving his free hand to my hard nipple.
"Shit," I said with a hiss as he tweaked it, sending electricity crackling through me and precum pulsing out of my cock. I rocked my hips up into his grip, chasing the sensation, wishing desperately for him to speed up his stroking. "More."
A slow smile spread over Mason’s face. "I don’t think so." He shook his head, his dark hair falling in his face. With that, he released my cock, leaving me thrusting into the air, whining and confused.
"Come on. Please."
"I’ve got something in mind." He shifted down to kiss my chest, teasing each nipple with his tongue and teeth and lighting me up inside, before he made his way farther down my body, kissing my chest and stomach.
As I realized what he had planned, I moaned and gripped the sheets.
He stopped just below my belly button and glanced up. "This okay?"
"Fuck yes."
With that, Mason dipped lower and took the crown of my cock in his mouth, groaning as he did. I fought to restrain myself from fucking his mouth, taking deep, shaky inhales and muttering curses under my breath.
He glanced up at me, round eyes dark with lust and fringed by long eyelashes, and I was all but gone.
I nodded at him, encouraging him to keep going, and Mason took the hint.
He lowered himself, taking my cock slowly into his mouth again, the wet velvet heat rocking me to my core.
I couldn’t believe how good it felt. Like everything else we’d done up to that point, it wasn’t the most skillful, but it felt right.
A moan fell from my lips and I closed my eyes, drowning in the sensations of my best friend taking me apart piece by piece with his mouth.
And that he did. Mason took my cock, groaning and gripping my hips as he guided me to move deeper into his mouth, saliva running down my shaft as he worked me over. I knew I wasn’t going to last long and I pushed a hand onto his shoulder.
"Mase. I can’t, I mean I’m—" I looked down at him, trying to convey a sense of urgency.
He lifted his head and looked into my eyes. "Do it. I want to taste you."
My stomach twisted with lust as he lowered again, releasing my hips and using his hands to stroke me where he couldn’t take me in.
I couldn’t take it for a second longer, and with my eyes closed, I came so hard sparks exploded behind my eyelids.
My cock throbbed and pulsed, cum flooding into his mouth.
He tried to swallow it all while continuing to work my cock through the orgasm, but the cum slid from between his lips and ran down my shaft.
When I was spent, I looked at Mason. He pushed himself to sitting and wiped his mouth with his thumb. It was the single hottest thing I’d ever seen him do. I gestured for him. "Come here."
He complied, moving up the bed to kiss me, but I stopped him before he dipped down and took his thumb into my mouth instead, sucking gently on it.
He groaned, his body trembling as I did.
I pulled him down next to me and moved to put myself between his legs.
I was nervous, more nervous than I wanted to admit.
What-ifs raced through my mind: What if I’m bad at this?
What if he doesn’t like it? What if I don’t like it?
Sucking someone’s dick had never been on the menu before, but I wanted to try it so badly my chest ached and my mouth watered.
The moment his cock entered my mouth, the taste of precum burst onto my tongue, salty and harsh.
I wanted more. It took me only a few seconds to adjust to having him in my mouth, and I bobbed my head, moving as low as I could before drawing back.
He leaked as I worked at the crown of his cock, stroking the slit with my tongue, urging more of that flavor out of him.
I sucked and bobbed, caressing his balls with my free hand, teasing my fingers past his balls and close to his hole.
I wondered as I sucked him whether he’d let me fuck him, or if I’d be the one getting fucked.
Or maybe both. I didn’t have a strong preference, in theory, as long as it was with Mason.
I just wanted more. I wanted everything.
"I’m coming." He groaned, dropping his gaze to watch me from above.
All I could do was nod before the bitter taste of his cum erupted from him, strand after strand filling my mouth.
I swallowed as much as I could before collapsing back onto the bed.
Mason joined me, lying next to me, chest heaving.
After a few seconds, I rolled to my side and pressed a kiss to his lips.
He opened his mouth and slid his tongue along mine, the combined taste of our orgasms making me half-hard again already.
We spent the rest of the evening in a near-constant state of touch—me kissing Mason breathless against the refrigerator, him hauling me onto the counter, both of us unable to keep our hands off each other on the couch and ending up a tangled mess of limbs, leaving hickeys and beard burn everywhere we could get to.
We allowed ourselves to act like insatiable teenagers and it was glorious.
We woke late the next morning and explored each other’s mouths again in sleepy, languid kisses, dragging fingertips along the other’s body, slowly cranking up the heat between us until we both came, gasping and desperate.
When we finally parted, we got dressed and headed to the hardware store to pick up the windows, our final step before putting the furniture back where it belonged and calling the cabin done.
While we were getting ready to go out, I decided I’d follow Mason’s lead, uncertain of just how much PDA he’d be comfortable with. Hell, I wasn’t sure how much PDA I was comfortable with, either.
"Hey," I murmured as we made our way to my SUV. Mason looked at me, brow furrowed. "Don’t feel like we have to be public about this if you’re not ready." I gestured between us. "I can stay here if you want."
His smile wavered. "Do you want that?" When I shook my head, he hesitated. "You’re not worried about someone finding out?"
The question—and his hesitation—stung me deep in my chest. "No. Are you?"
He shrugged, but looked uncertain, his frown deepening. "No."
Why didn’t I believe him? I sighed, taking decisive action. "I’ll stay here. You go.” It felt like maybe Mason wasn’t ready to be public with our relationship, and that stung, as much as I wished it didn’t.
"Okay." Mason nodded once, not sounding certain at all. "Okay."
I watched him pull out of the driveway in my SUV, biting my lip and trying not to let it hurt that he sounded afraid to be seen in public with me.