Chapter 15 Lee #6
I froze. As much as I wanted to make this happen for him, as desperate as my own cock was, there was absolutely no way in the world I was going to do anything to jeopardize this for him.
“Your turn, hot shot. Get your own fucking clothes off, then we can talk.”
I grinned at his sudden confidence, but wasn’t about to argue. I quickly shucked my t-shirt and jeans, underwear and all.
“Oh, my fucking zebra gods,” he said, staring at me. I froze for a moment at the unusual curse, fearful I might have triggered him somehow, but then sighed as he continued. “You are absolutely stunning,” he finished, his eyes raking me from head to toe, licking his lips.
His praise caught me off guard, and this time I was the one who blushed.
God damn it, I was a fucking thirty-year-old veteran.
Vets did not blush! But tell that to my ears, which I knew had to be burning right then.
When I shed my clothes, I hadn't stopped to think about the scars that criss-crossed my body, the long scar on the outside of the hip that had been replaced, or the scars from where I'd been shot. Other than my physical therapist and my doctors, I didn’t think anyone else had ever seen them. At least, not all of them. I’d never really expected to have another lover after Mack, and the few times I’d met with prostitutes, I’d never gotten completely naked.
His frankly appreciative look made me suddenly feel…shy? Unsure of myself? I decided the best thing to do was refocus back on him.
“You’re not so bad yourself, baby,” I whispered, as I looked up and down his body.
That was vastly underrating him, of course.
Saying Mason’s body was “not bad” was like saying that chocolate ice cream was “all right”.
If I could eat either of them for the rest of my life, I thought I’d die a happy man.
“Lee, I’d like you to… help me get these pants off,” he whispered, his eyes locked with mine.
I moved my hands down his back to his waist, my eyes staying locked with his.
My hands slid beneath the waistband of his jeans, sliding them down and urging him to lift up so I could move the offending denim down his hips and over the curve of his ass.
As his jeans and underwear pooled at his feet, I got a chance to see his beautiful cock for the first time, dark pink and dripping with pre-cum.
My mouth literally watered at the sight of him.
I couldn’t wait to see what he would taste like.
I urged his body down to the bed as I leaned into him for a kiss, and felt the deliciously electric spark as our cocks brushed together. Mason froze for a moment, and I felt his erection wane slightly at the touch. I smiled gently at him and whispered in his ear.
“You okay?”
He paused for a moment then nodded, smiling tentatively back at me, looking up through his dark lashes, his hair falling over his face.
“Will you kiss me?” he asked.
Those beautiful blue eyes were wide, lips slightly parted as small pants of air escaped his lips.
I ran my hands down his chest, across his abdomen – he was long and lean, his muscles clearly defined.
I promised myself that I would take the time to explore each curve and divot on his body with my tongue.
He obviously worked on his body, but it was even more obvious he did it somewhere far away from the sun.
His skin was pale and creamy, with only the occasional light freckle to break up its perfection.
He had more upper body musculature than someone who was just a runner, though genetics probably guaranteed he would never have my size.
I leaned in for that kiss, then began working my way down that gorgeous body.
“Your skin is amazing, Mason… so smooth, so hard and soft at the same time,” I whispered as I moved slowly over each inch of his skin, kissing, nibbling, nipping and tasting.
I loved the smell of him, the taste of him, the smell of soap, the taste of salt – a combination of sweat and tears, and that unique flavor and smell that was all Mason.
He moaned as I adored the entire surface of his skin.
I gave my full attention to my work, worshiping my way down his body, trying to make up for all the years and all the men who had failed to give him his due, but for all my efforts, there seemed to be one area of his body that Mason felt I hadn’t been paying adequate attention.
I'd diligently worked my way down his long, lean build, bypassing his cock. I took pity on him momentarily and stopped for a brief time to lick and suck at the sensitive skin on his balls and the tender skin of his upper thighs, but I didn’t urge his legs apart or explore further.
I felt a fine tremor move through his body as I slowly took one, then another of his balls into my mouth, slowly and tenderly playing with them with my tongue.
“Please, Lee… Please...!” he moaned, repeating my name over and over as I licked and sucked those velvety balls.
My reward was a fine trembling, the occasional soft gasp as Mason enjoyed my ministrations. By that point so much pre-cum was leaking down his cock from where it welled up at his slit, I doubted we’d need any lube, but I wasn’t sure he was ready to go that far yet.
I allowed one of his balls to slip free of my mouth and watched in fascination as another small bead of pre-cum rolled down his cock and over his sac.
This time I couldn’t stop myself from flicking my tongue out to taste it.
His slightly salty flavor exploded on my tongue and I couldn’t hold back a groan.
“Mason… Oh god, you taste so good, baby…” I sighed, my hands kneading his thighs and ass.
To his apparent frustration, I then continued my way down his thighs, to his calves, then his feet, until the moans and noises that escaped his lips began to make me feel that I might have made an adequate start to adoring his gorgeous body.
I might have done my work a little too well, because by the time I got to his feet Mason was writhing with need, alternating between exulting over my efforts and cursing me for not touching the one area I'd neglected.
Several times I had to bat his hands away as he reached for his cock, until finally, I took both of his hands in one of mine and pinned them above his head against the wall behind the bed.
He froze for a moment, his eyes squeezing shut when I did that, his body taut, his cock beginning to wilt as I hit some trigger for him.
“Mason,” I groaned. “Mason, look at me.” He just shook his head and didn’t open his eyes for the longest time.
“Mason, I need you to see what you’re doing to me,” I hardly recognized my own voice, so low and gravelly, strained with desire. I pulled his hands down until they were in front of him, then down to my crotch, folding his fingers around my length.
I gasped when his hands tightened reflexively around my cock and the sound made his eyes fly open.
I chuckled at him as he tentatively stroked me, moaning as he thumbed my slit.
I l moved backward on the bed and snagged his hand, sucking his thumb into my mouth.
I reveled in the flavor, enjoying the salty bite of pre-cum, but mostly adoring the way it mixed with the taste of him in my mouth.
I slowly pulled his thumb from my mouth and settled his hands on my shoulders.
“Hold onto me,” I said. “Can you do that? Keep hold of my shoulders.” He nodded, hesitantly.
I looked between our bodies as I knelt in front of him on the bed.
His gorgeous cock was long and pink, its swollen head almost purple now with want and need.
I glanced up at his face, thinking this had to be the single most erotic sight I’d ever seen.
Mason’s head was thrown back in abandon, his hips helplessly rutting into the air as I nipped and sucked on the sensitive skin behind his balls.
“Oh god, Lee…” he stuttered, his thoughts obviously lost in a haze of lust and desire.
“It’s Ripley,” I teased as I moved back up his body, taking full advantage of his arched neck to begin sucking little love bites onto his thighs, alternating between sucking, nipping, then laving with my tongue. “But close enough.” A devilish grin danced across my lips. “Are you ready for more?”
“Oh god, yes, Lee, I need…” When his voice paused again, I sucked one of his balls into my mouth, tugging gently until even more pre-cum slicked down his cock.
“What do you need, sweetheart?” I murmured, as I let it slip free, finally moving my mouth down his body, burying my nose between his legs, nuzzling the trimmed hair there, smelling that sweet musky smell that was uniquely Mason’s.
He moaned as he felt me at his groin, his hands sliding from my shoulders to my head, his fingers gripping my too-short hair.
I gently moved him back up the bed and urged his feet up to lie flat as I kissed and nipped the sensitive skin of his thighs, urging him to give me full access to his body.
The sight of the scar that lay hidden between his cheeks gave me pause.
I’d seen it when it was fresh, still oozing blood and fluids, blackened flesh clinging to its outline where Ricky had branded Mason.
Fresh fury pulsed through my blood at the thought of Mason having to deal with the remnants of that cruelty for the rest of his life.
My pause hadn’t gone unnoticed. Mason looked down at me, and I could see the moment he realized what had caught my attention. “Ricky…” he whispered, his face white. His hands moved faster than I thought possible and flashed down to cover himself.
At the shattered look of humiliation that flushed through his face, I couldn’t stop myself from barking “No!”
Mason eyes flew shut and his body froze, whether it was my word, or my tone, I wasn’t sure.
I leaned forward until I reached his hands where they covered the brand.
I peeled his stiff, white fingers away from his ass and I almost came myself at the first sight of his tight, pink hole next to the scarred flesh.
“Fuck…” I moaned. “Look what you’re doing to me, Mason,” I groaned, looking down as I felt my own cock jerk, and more pre-cum slid down its stiff length, only to slide down my balls and drip to the floor.
“Look at what just the sight of your pretty hole is doing to me, Mason. I’m so hard, I don’t dare touch you this second, or I will blow my load all over this bed.
” I panted as I watched him, his body had originally stiffened with tension, but had started to relax at my words.
I saw his hole flutter as the hot air from my breath flitted across it.
“Do you see what you’re doing to me, baby?
” I asked. After a few moments I saw Mason’s eyes flutter open, then grow comically wide.
“Yeah, you see it, don’t you, baby,” I said, lifting my body up so he could see me running a finger down my cock, shuddering at the feel of what seemed an inexhaustible supply of pre-cum.
I’d wanted to go slow, but when I saw Mason’s lips part and his tongue come out to moisten them, I couldn’t hold back any longer. My tongue flicked out and lapped at his puckered flesh, teasing and sucking at the wrinkled skin.
He gasped as his body responded reflexively while I laved him with my tongue.
I nipped and sucked at his hole, slipping my tongue along his rim ever so gently.
I couldn’t believe how incredibly responsive he was to me.
I’d barely even touched his cock yet, but I could tell he was on the verge of coming.
I’d been worried that his scars might have damaged his sensitivity, but he seemed to be doing just fine in that regard.
“Tell me what you want, Mason,” I demanded, looking up at him from between his legs. “Tell me what you need, baby.”
“Oh god, Lee, I need… M-my dick… y-your lips… your mouth… I… I…” He was so far gone to the sensations he was experiencing that Mason couldn’t even make complete sentences at this point. I smiled smugly at him, then turned my eyes to that gorgeous cock of his.
“Oh goody!” I chuckled. “Level Three…”
All I heard from him in response was something that sounded like “Ungh!”
My tongue flicked out along his shaft and lapped at the pre-cum welling from his slit.
Mason’s body bucked and writhed beneath me as I sucked his cock deep into my throat.
He thrust against the bed, his fingers digging into my shoulders as I alternated between sucking his cock down my throat and rimming the hell out of him.
“Lee…” his voice broke when I hollowed out my cheeks and sucked deeply on an upstroke. “I-I need… I need…” he continued, his mind was so overwhelmed by what he was feeling. He was completely unable to finish his thought, unable to elucidate his need.
“I know, baby… I’ve got you. I’m going to give you what you need. Make you feel so good…” I growled.
I licked and sucked on his balls more as he moaned and writhed above me, one hand gently stroking his cock.
At one point he lost his grip on my shoulders and his hands began flailing around trying to find something, anything, to grab hold of, until I grabbed his hand with one of my own, lacing our fingers together.
Then I darted my tongue down behind his balls and started thrusting into that tight, wrinkled hole.
His eyes went wide with surprise.
“Lee... I’m… Rip-leeeee!” he howled as he came, shooting thick lines of white come across his chest and parts of the bedspread, a tiny drop landing on his chin.
The sight of him was enough to drive my own release over the edge, and I thrust my cock against the bed as I continued to lick and suck at him as his body shuddered over and over in release, until finally we both lay boneless on the bed, completely undone by Mason’s first orgasm with another man.