Chapter 03 MASON
No way could I have predicted this, but I couldn’t be happier about it. Casey is so warm, and his white T-shirt is doing little to conceal that mass underneath. I’ve always craved a man who values health and strength. My dream of owning a place just like this one day demands it.
Keeping up with a farm is hard work, and I’ve always known whoever I end up with will need to have a passion for the long days, just like me.
My hands continue to roam over his broad shoulders and down his arms. For the first time ever, flannel is my enemy because it’s preventing me from feeling his skin.
“How is it that you already feel like home?“
he asks, mirroring my thoughts.
I’m lost in my perusal of his body, soaking up his vibe, when a feminine laugh sounds beside us.
“Well, this is a first,“
Sadie says. “Can’t say I’ve ever felt like an intruder at my own photoshoot before.”
At her words, Casey and I finally break apart, and I’m shocked by how much I miss being in his arms already.
“You guys know you didn’t have to kiss…like that, right? I mean, not that it looked like either of you were uncomfortable or felt forced, but…wow…“
she trails off.
Casey’s cheeks turn the color of a turkey’s tail feathers.
“We, uh, sort of met on the side of the road when my tractor broke down,“
he says, offering an explanation even though it doesn’t really explain much.
“Oh, bummer. So, you guys weren’t strangers?“
Sadie looks crestfallen, and I can’t stand the thought that we ruined her project.
While Casey continues to stare at me, I try to fill in the rest of the story, hoping to put Sadie at ease.
“No, we are strangers,“
I confirm. “We literally met like forty-five minutes ago. I was on my way here when I saw him stopped on the side of the road, his tractor smoking like a freight train. I pulled over to help. That’s how I got so dirty,” I add.
“I was on my way back from the hayfields and was in a hurry, so I wasn’t late for this, and Mason offered me a ride. But we never talked about what we were doing this evening, or why he was over here in the first place,“
Casey says, jumping in. “I didn’t know it was him until I grabbed his hand.”
“Right,“
I agree, spurred on by the hopeful look in Sadie’s eye. “I mean, I still don’t know his last name.”
“Porter,“
Casey says, making me smile while I keep my eyes on Sadie.
“And I still don’t know how old he is,“
I continue, hoping to glean more information.
“Thirty-three,“
Casey answers again.
Now, Sadie and I are both trying not to laugh.
“And I definitely don’t know how big his—”
“Whoa! Maybe not in front of mixed company?“
Casey says, finally making me lose it.
Through my fit of laughter, I finish my sentence. “How big his farm is.”
Casey’s eyes grow wide in mortification.
“Oh…sorry.”
I nudge my shoulder into his. “I’m hoping maybe after a proper date, I can find out the other thing, though.“
I send him a wink because it just feels right, and Sadie claps her hands.
“Ohmygod, this is too fun! Wait until my fiancée hears about this! She is going to eat this shit up! Are you guys up for more photos?”
“This is your show, darlin’,“
I drawl. “Just tell us where you want us.”
“Okay, Casey, do you mind losing the flannel? I want to do a series of photos that I’ll edit into black and white, and with your white T and Mason’s black tank top, you guys are really making my life easy.”
I watch in awe as Casey slips out of the flannel. His T-shirt hugs his biceps and pulls across his pecs just like his black one did.
“Casey, do you happen to have another tractor in this building?“
Sadie asks.
“Matter of fact, I do,“
he answers.
“Perfect. We’re gonna need it.”
After another hour and a half, it’s pitch-ass black out here. Sadie, Casey, and I are huddled around Sadie’s camera, scrolling back through the images.
The days are still warm-ish, but the nights are chilly, so I’ve got my stained button-down back on, and much to my dismay, Casey’s flannel is back in place. He’s pressed against my back as he looks over my shoulder at the camera screen, and his body heat is keeping me plenty warm.
When Sadie scrolls back to the very first photos, where Casey and I are hidden around the corner from each other, our excitement, nerves, and anticipation are clear on our faces in the photos before our hands touch.
But what gets me is our faces as soon as we laced our fingers.
Both of our expressions transformed into hope, awe, and peace.
“These are really great,“
Sadie says. “You guys are naturals in front of a camera.”
“I’m kind of dying to find out if we’re naturals without it as well,“
Casey whispers into my ear, making goosebumps break out along my flesh.
Once we’re back at the beginning, Sadie begins to pack her camera up in her bag.
“So, as I mentioned, six-to-eight weeks from now, I’ll send you a complimentary download link with five of my favorite edited photos as a thank you for participating in the stranger session. I’ll also include a gallery shop link to an additional twenty images that will be available for purchase. You are free to make personal prints out of them, but they don’t come with commercial copyrights, so no reselling my photos,“
she says with a smile. “Any questions?”
“No, ma’am,“
I tell her.
“Alright, well, I think that wraps things up,“
Sadie says, holding out a hand to shake ours. “It was an absolute pleasure, and if you decide it’s right for you, I hope to get an invite to the wedding.”
I’m glad it’s dark so she can’t see the heat I’m feeling in my cheeks.
“Here, I’ll walk you back to the parking lot,“
I offer, knowing I have to go that way anyway, when suddenly there’s a hand on my waist.
“Stay a minute?“
Casey whispers, his lips grazing my ear.
Sadie answers at the same time. “The parking lot is well lit, it’s an easy walk from here, and I can use my camera flash as a pretty powerful flashlight. Besides,“
she says knowingly, “I’m not so sure you two are done out here.”
To stay here and not ensure she gets back to her car okay goes against everything I was taught. But as soon as Casey steps in front of me, crowding me with his frame, his scent filling my nostrils, I give in to what my body has wanted since first laying eyes on him.
We wait a couple minutes for Sadie to be out of earshot, and then I speak up.
“I’m a bit out of practice,“
I admit, knowing my last app meetup was six months ago, and we didn’t do more than share one kiss. The energy was just wrong. Nothing like it is with Casey.
“I’m not asking for anything more than you’re willing to give,“
Casey breathes against my lips. “I know you still don’t really know me—”
“But my body seems to think it does, or at least it wants to,“
I cut him off.
“Mine, too,“
he agrees before tugging on my hair to tilt my head all the way back. He then runs his tongue up my throat, igniting my skin as he goes.
I have no idea how much he wants tonight, but it seems like I’m willing to give it all.
My hips thrust forward, begging for friction, and a low, dark chuckle reverberates through his chest into mine.
“You are quite the pleasant surprise, Mason,“
Casey says, forcing my tank top higher. His hand trails over my abs again, and they contract under his touch. His fingertips dig harder into the ridges, forcing a strong exhale from me.
“Take it off, please,” I beg.
Casey told me he’s thirty-three. Suits me just fine, but I wonder how he’ll feel when he learns I’m only twenty-five. He obviously has money, which means he most likely had some high-powered job before hanging it all up for this place, while I still feel like a kid with a pipe dream.
There’s so much to learn.
“Hey, where’d you go?“
Casey asks, his voice bringing me back to the present.
“Nowhere, I’m here,“
I tell him, pulling my mind from its rabbit hole.
Fuck, it’s hard not to want more already.
But if tonight is all I get, then I’m going to make sure I get it all.
My hands fly to his belt buckle and begin undoing the mechanism holding it in place. In another second, I have his button undone and the zipper all the way down. Taking a step back, I hook my fingers in his jeans and begin sliding them down as I get on my knees on the dirt floor.
He goes to shove his boxers down, but I stop him.
“I like the tease,“
I admit. “I don’t want this to be over so fast.”
He nods and cups his hand under my chin.
“You’re so fucking hot, it might be over fast regardless of how long it takes you to pull my cock out,“
Casey says, swallowing hard.
Gripping the backs of his thighs, I tease him with my open mouth through the fabric of his boxers. I know he can feel my hot breath, and when I tongue the head of his cock, his hands pull my head into himself as he thrusts his hips forward with a groan. He’s been hard since before I got on my knees, and his pre-cum has soaked his boxers.
His flavor is intoxicating.
“No more teasing. Please. I’m wound so tightly I can’t stand it anymore.“
The sound of him begging has my dick leaking, and I grind the heel of my hand against it for relief.
“What do you want?“
I ask, not meaning to play games, just trying to figure out if he intends to fuck my ass or my face in this barn.
“I already told you,“
Casey grits out. “I want everything you’ll give me.“
Then, shocking the hell out of me, he adds, “Stay the night? I swear I don’t normally do this kind of thing, but I already know I need more time. Even if you just stay and talk.”
The whole time he’s talking, he’s rolling his hips into me in a continued plea for me to let him enter my body.
“Okay,“
I hear myself agree before finally shoving his boxers to the floor, baring his dick. I want to keep torturing him by going for his balls first, loving the sounds and whimpers he’s making above me, but instead of a bead of pre-cum, he has a whole stream of it, and I can’t stay away.
I run the flat of my tongue across his slit before sucking the head of his cock into my mouth, making sure I don’t waste another drop. Casey pushes on the back of my head, his voice close to tears when he whines, “More, Mason. More. Fucking please. I’ll do anything.”
I’m not sure I’ve ever had a partner beg me like this. Want my mouth on them like this. Driven them to the edge like this.
Fuck, it’s powerful.
I hum in contentment as I put him out of his misery and take as much of him in my mouth as I can manage. His cock pulses and makes me gag.
“Ohmyfuckinggod, yesssss,“
Casey hisses above me.
I readjust on my knees, bringing my left hand to the base of his shaft to match the rhythm of my mouth, ensuring his entire dick is being cared for.
Casey is propped up on his elbows on part of the tractor behind him, his cowboy hat still in the pumpkin patch somewhere, and he’s looking down at me with pure lust in his eyes.
I pick up my speed and feel his legs begin to quiver as his orgasm looms nearer.
“Fuck, that’s good, baby. I’m so fucking close.”
I love a man who talks. Not that I’ve been with that many men, but still, I know what I like. I’ve already told him I don’t like to have to guess what someone’s thinking.
As if he can read my thoughts, he kicks it up a notch.
“Mason, I’m about to spill my cum down your throat, baby. There’s no pressure to swallow, but I’m cl…close…oh shit.“
Both of Casey’s hands are on the back of my head, and I can tell he’s trying not to forcibly fuck my throat, but I can also tell he wants to.
I don’t know anything about his past, his partners, if he’s negative, or if he’s ever been tested, but still, I don’t pull away. Confident he’d tell me if there was something I should know, I stay on my knees, drunk off his scent, feel, and taste, drinking him down.
I work him through his orgasm until the hands that were holding me against him begin gently pushing me away from his overly sensitive cock.
“I can confidently say that’s the best welcome I’ve received yet,“
he says with a smile, pulling me to my feet. “Now, just to clear the air, since we’ve skipped some steps. I’m negative. Was in a monogamous relationship for two years. Got tested when we broke up eighteen months ago. Haven’t been with anyone since.”
Following suit, I give a quick rundown of my life as well.
“Only ever had a few casual hookups. I’m on PrEP. Last date was six months ago and didn’t amount to anything more than a kiss.”
Before I can feel too awkward about that last part, Casey says, “Well, the guy must’ve been an idiot to let you get away with nothing more than that, and if it was your choice to not go farther, then I’m sure as fuck glad you’re comfortable enough to do more than just kiss me.“
As if capitalizing on our situation, he leans down and kisses me deeply before speaking against my lips. “And if you’ll allow it, I want to spend the rest of the night hearing you scream my name and feeling your fingers dig into my flesh.”
At this point, my cock is pushing against my zipper so hard, I’m positive it’s leaving an imprint.
“I’m down with that plan. But you tasted so fucking good, I’m afraid I’m going to lose a nut if I don’t come soon,“
I tell him, riding his thigh, seeking any kind of friction to ease this ache.
Wasting no more time, he gets my jeans just past my ass and wraps a firm hand around my shaft, squeezing as he pumps. Despite having no lube, the contact feels amazing.
And then he’s on his knees. Looking up at me through long lashes, he says, “I’ve got big plans for those, so let’s make sure they stay intact, hmm?”
And then my dick is enveloped in the warm heat of his mouth. It’s clear he’s done this a lot more than I have because Casey wastes no time sucking me down his throat. In two bobs of his head, his nose is flush with my pubic bone.
“FUCK!“
I cry out in the barn, praying all the pumpkin-pickers are gone and no employees are lingering.
The slurping noises coming from this man push me even closer to the edge, and when he pulls off my dick and says, “Paint my throat, Mase. Fill me up, and quench my fucking thirst,“
I explode. My entire body convulses as I come harder than I ever have in my life.
I’m positive he can’t breathe with how deep I am, and yet, he takes it all.
By the time my balls are empty, Casey pulls back and gasps, trying to fill his deprived lungs with oxygen.
“I’ve…never seen…anything so hot…in my entire fucking life,“
I pant, just as breathless as he is.
“Just think,“
Casey says with a grin, “we’re only getting started.“
He stands and extends his hand once more, officially introducing himself a second time. “Name’s Casey Porter. Can I interest you in a drink?”
Smirking, I clasp his hand. “Mason Turnigan. You’ve got me interested in a helluva lot more than a drink, but we can certainly start there while I recover.”
As we right our clothes and exit the barn, Casey clasps my hand and leads me toward his four-wheeler.
He climbs on first and scoots forward so I can throw my leg over the seat behind him. Lifting his shirt with one hand, he grabs my hand with his other and wraps it around his bare stomach, causing me to groan and punch my hips forward into his ass.
“Now you’re getting the idea,“
he says over his shoulder with a cocky grin.
Who knew when I woke up this morning, I’d end my day in the company of a stranger who feels like I’ve known him all along.