Chapter 15 Lee #4
“I know you are capable of having an erection,” I said, eyeing his crotch and waggling my eyebrows at him suggestively until he laughed, then laying a gentle kiss on his nose, “…especially if that boner you were sporting at my moms’ earlier is any indication, but have you ever had an orgasm?
” I asked quietly. He darted a glance at me, then away again, and if possible, I thought his ears got even redder as he lay there by the firelight.
“…Yes,” he answered finally. “I mean, the normal morning stuff. Everything, well, works, and all. I’ve got the medical bills to prove it.
I’ve just never… well, never been interested in anyone, before.
Never really attached anyone to it, in my mind, I mean, until, only, um…
just… uh… recently.” He stammered and looked away again. I felt my eyes narrow a bit.
“How recently?” I asked, feeling a touch of a smug smile tugging at the corner of my mouth, but not wanting him to think I was laughing at him. He mumbled something that I didn’t quite catch, so I politely asked him to repeat it.
“Yesterday, okay, asshole?” he said, sitting up and scooting away from me, embarrassment plain on his face.
He sat there for a moment, huddled on the couch, his arms pulling his knees up to his chest. “And… I don’t, um, I don’t know if I can, uh, b-bottom,” he stuttered, a shudder running through his body as he hid his face against his knees. “…ever.”
I moved up behind him slowly and wrapped my arms around him again. I waited several minutes, just holding him, until slowly, he relaxed against me again. He sighed and I felt some of the tension leave his body.
“We’ll work it out,” I said simply.
“It doesn’t, you know, freak you out that I, um, used to be a hooker? Or that I thought about you when… you know…?” he whispered, still hiding his face against his knees. I could almost feel the heat of his embarrassment coming off his body in waves. God, he was so adorably awkward.
“Oh, Beautiful,” I sighed, pulling him closer and nuzzling up against his warmth, my fingers laced with his again.
“First of all, you were never a hooker. You were a kid who was hurt, abused and put into an untenable position in order to survive. And even if you were, I wouldn’t judge.
You did what you had to do to survive. Second, it will take a lot more than you thinking about me during masturbation to freak me out.
I’m honored, Mason, truly,” I said, laying small kisses along the back of his neck.
“You don’t know how much it means to me that you shared all of this with me. Not just some ‘firsts’, but the fact that you trusted me. enough to share all of this with me.” I leaned him backward toward me until his head lay once more in my lap, and we were looking at each other upside down again.
“And third, regarding bottoming, I value the trust you’ve placed in me and I would never ask you to do anything that would make you uncomfortable, or that would hurt you in any way.”
Mason looked back up at me, a small spark appearing in the depths of his eyes. Something… hope, maybe? Lighting them from within.
“And as luck would have it,” I continued, “I happen to like a little bit of everything in the bedroom, so who’s topping who isn’t really an issue for me.”
“…Seriously?” He asked, wrinkling his forehead as he looked up at me, doubt moving across his face as his gaze flitted up and down my body. “I mean… I figured…” his voice trailed off.
“Figured what?” I asked, smoothing the wrinkles on his forehead with my fingers.
“I guess… I figured… you’re just so…” he waved a hand at me in a quasi-salute, then waved vaguely at my body. I thought I finally figured out what he was trying to say.
“…Military?” I laughed.
“Yeah, kinda,” he answered, a relieved grin on his face as I translated from Mason-speak.
“What you like, or are like, in bed has nothing to do with assumptions people make about your appearance,” I said, bringing his fingers up to my lips and laying kisses across his knuckles, making sure to take the sting out of any hint of criticism in my words.
“I’ve known some of the most femme-looking men who were incredibly dominant in bed. I’ve also known some drill sergeants who have never topped a day in their lives,” I finished, sucking one of his fingers into my mouth.
He groaned as my tongue danced over his skin, nipping and sucking gently at the skin between his fingers.
A moan slid from between his lips as I continued my caresses.
“Lee…”
“Yes, Mason?” I asked, continuing my exploration of his beautiful skin.
“…make love with me…?” he asked questioningly.
“It would truly be my pleasure,” I breathed.
“I intend to make this so incredible for you, Mason,” I whispered, leaning forward and dropping little kisses on his eyelids, his passion-warmed cheeks, his lips.
He opened his mouth for me, and I licked and nipped and teased his lips, enjoying the unique taste that was only Mason, and the odd feeling of kissing upside down.
By the time our kiss broke, he was panting, a fine sheen of sweat breaking across his forehead. His eyes had closed, and I didn’t like the way he seemed to withdraw from me. I gently kissed him again, then drew away from him. His eyes opened and his gaze followed me as I sat up a bit.
“Remember, Mason, nothing happens tonight that you don’t want to happen,” I whispered. He nodded hesitantly in response.
“At any time,” Mason dropped my gaze and looked away, but I tipped his chin back up with my finger and continued, “Any. Time. You say stop, we stop.”
He watched from that oddly disconcerting position for a moment, our heads upside-down relative to each other. He hesitated for a moment, but then nodded.
I urged him up to his feet and stood, kissing him again, taking hold of his hands and bringing the unbruised portions of our foreheads together, our faces properly aligned finally.
My lips brushed his as we kissed, one hand stroking his neck, his back, sliding down to his waist, silently cursing all the clothes we were wearing.
“Come to bed with me?” I asked, raising one eyebrow in question. He nodded, and a small smile slid across his lips. I turned us around and backed toward the bedroom.
We slowly made our way to the bedroom, stopping every step or two for more kisses, mouths hot and wet and hungrily searching over the parts of each other’s skin we could reach.
He was tentative at first, but his movements became increasingly confident the more we touched and the closer we got to the bedroom.
I maneuvered us into the bedroom, slowly urging him backward toward the bed. When his feet brushed the throw he paused, and I saw the same hesitation go through him that I’d seen earlier.
“Any. Time.” I reiterated, following each word with a kiss. He nodded again, his eyes hungrily following mine.
“Sit down, Mason,” I said. “Please.” He sat down slowly on the bed, his eyes never leaving my face.
I slid my hands beneath his t-shirt, bunching it and his dress shirt up together as I pressed kisses to his body.
I spotted tantalizing glimpses of his chest and abdomen as I started pulling them up.
I began working on undoing the buttons of his dress shirt, moving slowly to give him time to adjust, but apparently too slowly for Mason, who ended up growling and tearing his shirts off over his head and flinging them across the room in frustration.
I heard the tick-tick sound of buttons landing on the hardwood floor and couldn’t help but grin. Hope someone knows how to sew…
Then my eyes caught on the perfect body in front of me, and I thought I was going to swallow my tongue.
His skin was almost an ivory color, so white against the curly black hair that brushed his shoulders that the difference was startling.
His chest was almost hairless, lean, but well-defined.
His nipples were small and pink, the exact right-size for my lips to nip and suck.
I saw a dusting of dark hair leading down his stomach to his happy trail, which disappeared beneath the waistband of his low-slung jeans.
I kissed my way down his neck to his chest, then lower. I sucked each of those perfect nipples into my mouth, nipping and licking them until he moaned and writhed against me as I worked the hard nubs. I felt his muscles bunch and tense as I moved across his body.
Kneeling between his thighs, I looked up at him.
His face was dazed, his eyes half-closed.
I could see his erection straining at the front of his pants.
I wanted to make this so good for him, but when I brushed a hand across his crotch and felt him tense against me, I knew the only way that was going to happen was if he knew he was in control.
“Mason, we’re going to play a game…” He looked up at me in surprise, his eyes glassy, his pupils half-blown.
“A… game?” he asked in confusion and a little trepidation apparent in his voice, his breath coming in pants. “What… game?” he asked breathlessly.
“Oh, baby, don’t worry,” I said. “It’s called ‘Mason, May I?’”
I felt one corner of my mouth twitch upward as a grin spread across my face, and I saw understanding work its way through his lust-addled brain.
“Fuck… I think I’m going to like this game…” he whispered, his voice unusually low and choked with lust as he spoke. “What are the rules?”
I grinned at him. “Well, I think it’s going to be one of my new favorites…” I said.
“Here’s the rules. Before I do anything with you, I have to get your permission,” I said, licking my lips as I looked up and down his gorgeous body.
“For example, Mason, May I… touch you?” I asked, breathless with lust at the sight of him sitting on my bed.
His head was thrown back, his neck arched, and arms bracing himself against the mattress as I’d sucked on his nipples.
His lips were parted, and his face flushed with arousal.