Chapter 23 Lee
Lee
The walk toward the bedroom was a blinding blur of hands and skin and mouths.
By the time we made it to the door, we were both naked.
Our bodies stroked against one another as we moaned and gasped.
I’d even admit to the occasional whimper of need.
Whimpering during sex was still manly, right?
Don’t answer that, I told myself. Just go with it.
Fuck, now I was talking to myself. Mason was rubbing off on me.
I couldn’t believe Mason was able to forgive me my portion of his hell. If positions were reversed, I didn’t know if I would have been able to do the same. If he’d had anything to do with Mack’s death... The thought of Mack made me pause and Mason noticed my hesitation.
“What?” he asked, sucking gently on the skin of my neck.
“I—” He nipped gently, and I lost the thought.
We moved together slowly, tentatively at first, as if we hadn’t already spent hours exploring each other’s bodies, but everything was suddenly new again.
Mason moved with unexpected skill as he stroked my body.
I realized with a shock that there were many years of experience behind his actions.
Even though I knew his history, logically, it would still take getting used to.
He came across so inexperienced in so many ways, I forgot that he had a lot of experience with sex.
Sex, though, not love. I’d have to teach him love.
I looked into his eyes and couldn’t keep from smiling. His blue-gold eyes were still shiny from the tears, but now were turned on me with a heat and passion that I didn’t think I’d seen in them before. Teaching him about love would be no hardship. After all, it was something I was passionate about.
“Mason,” I whispered as my hands cupped his face, then stroked down his sides, around his waist, then over the tight mounds of his ass.
“Yes, Lee?” He asked, his head leaning towards my chest, his tongue flicking out to lap across my nipple.
“Fuuuuck…” I groaned, sliding a hand around to stroke across Mason’s length.
“Yes, I think that’s what we’re doing…” he muttered.
“Smart-ass,” I said, slapping his ass lightly with my other hand. He grinned up at me, his teeth nibbling at my nipple gently.
“You like my ass, just the way it is,” he said, soothing the sharp bites with licks.
I could only nod repeatedly in agreement as he moved his attention to my other nipple. The man’s mouth was wrecking me.
“God, Mason…” I whispered again, moaning as his hand reached down to cup my balls and knead them gently.
“Yes, Lee?” He asked, a devilish grin lighting up his eyes.
“Will you please, please fuck me?” I begged, taking both of our cocks in my hand and stroking them together. “That is… if you’re ready.” I added. I didn’t want to put pressure on him, especially after the previous night, but the things he was doing to me were driving me crazy.
Mason hissed as my tugs increased in pressure and speed.
“Fuck, yes. Fucking. Yes, moving on with the fucking…” he babbled.
He was adorable when he babbled, and I couldn’t help but grin at him.
I was so certain I was in charge of this encounter and so enthralled by the feel of him and the words he was saying, I didn’t notice he had maneuvered us to the bed.
He stopped all movement and looked at me, that mischievous grin back on his face. With an unexpected wink and laugh, he pushed hard against my chest and I tumbled backward onto the bed, arms windmilling.
“Wha— Ooof!” I exclaimed, the air momentarily knocked out of me as I landed unexpectedly on the bed. Mason laughed as he practically pounced on top of me, raining kisses down across my face.
“I’m going to make you crazy with need, Ripley David Devereaux,” he whispered in my ear, sucking one earlobe into his mouth. The sound of my full name on his lips caused my dick to jump and do a little jig between us.
I looked at him in surprise. “Who told you my middle name?” I demanded. I hated my middle name. It was just so… normal.
Mason laughed.
“I may or may not have traded some sketches for the information with a certain female member of the Devereaux household,” he teased.
“Well, that really narrows it down,” I said, reaching up and wrapping my arms around Mason, pulling his tight body against my own. “I mean, there’s only three of them.”
“Well, Weaver might have also promised me some naked baby pictures, too,” he trailed off.
“Traitor!” I snarled, but my growl turned to a groan as his fingers slid between us and down around my balls. “When did she do that? You haven’t even met her yet!”
“Bishop was kind enough to introduce me to the family chat,” he grinned, his eyes twinkling at me mischievously.
I groaned as he caressed me, but a thought occurred to me and I grabbed his hand, stilling him for a moment. I pulled his hand up between us, which halted most of our movements.
“I really don’t want to talk about my family right now. We should have had this discussion already, but I have to ask two questions,” I said, and despite my best efforts at being responsible, my hips rocked back and forth, stroking our cocks together. “First, are you sure about this?”
“Ohhhh, you don’t play fair, Lee Devereaux,” he moaned, his eyes practically rolling backward in his head. “But seriously,” he paused all movement below the belt and looked into my eyes. “Yes, I am absolutely sure I want this. I want you.”
“You’re right, I don’t play fair. I play to win,” I grinned at him, one hand gently pinching a nipple.
“But I think I told you that already.” I smiled wider as he groaned in response, then continued, “Second, I want you to know I’m negative.
I had a physical about six weeks ago when I was cleared to work for Uber and I had the doctor checking everything else, too.
I was given the all-clear and I haven’t been with anyone since,” I said, my eyes captured his, but my hands stroking his sides.
Mason smiled at me. “Me neither. I mean, other than you. I got tested six ways from Sunday when I was in the hospital and for months after I moved in with the Grahams. I felt so… dirty. I was almost pathologically afraid they might catch something from me if I didn’t,” he said, rolling his eyes at himself.
“You know—” I started, but he interrupted me.
“Yes, I know. I couldn’t have spread HIV, or anything else for that matter, if I wasn’t engaging in sexual activity with them, but I was young, and stupid.
Ricky did his best to keep me ignorant about a lot of things.
Thank god for public libraries with internet access,” he said, grinning at me.
“I know a lot more now than I did then.”
He smiled at me again, his smile bittersweet.
My heart hurt for all he’d gone through to gain this knowledge.
I swore to myself if I had anything to say about it, Mason wouldn’t have to struggle with anything else as long as he was with me.
I knew it wasn’t a vow I could really keep, but my intent was there.
I intended to love and cherish him for the rest of our lives.
Fuck. That sounded awful permanent.
Mason snagged my thoughts away from the rabbit hole they’d started to go down by thrusting against me.
“So.” he said, once again starting to rock his hips against mine. “Now that we’ve been all adult-y, are we cleared for sexy naked time?”
“‘Adult-y?’” I asked, looking at him dubiously. “I don’t think that’s a word.”
“Do you really want to spend the next few minutes challenging the Word Boy of February when we could be doing this?” he asked, his fingers sliding down and exploring my crease.
“Fuck, no,” I said, my skin prickling at the feeling of his fingers sliding across my ass.
“Oh, goody…” he said, grinning. Mason reached his hand over to the bedside table and fumbled with the drawer, pulling out the lube and condoms. He laid them on the bed, then looked up at me.
I anticipated what he was going to say and started to move off him, planning on getting on my hands and knees on the bed.
Mason lay on his side looking up at me.
“Wait,” he said. “I need… Lee, I need to see you.”
I paused for a moment and berated myself. I'd thought about this earlier and had figured that face to face would make things easier on Mason. I’d meant to suggest it myself, but in the heat of, well, everything, I’d forgotten.
I lay down next to him, my mouth pausing for a moment to lay long, drugging kisses on his. He looked up at me, his eyes a little glazed.
“Like this?” I asked, rolling onto my back, bringing my feet up on the bed.
I felt horribly exposed for a moment, not because of the expected, but because all my scars were facing Mason.
I closed my eyes a moment, reminding myself we both had scars.
When I opened my eyes to see Mason watching me closely.
As I focused on him, he smiled, his beautiful lips pink and swollen from our kisses.
“Just like that,” he said, his voice thick with the arousal that was evident by his hard length jutting toward me.
I stifled a groan as he moved between my legs, his hands and fingers playing over my skin.
He stopped when he was between my legs, then leaned forward without warning and wrapped those perfect lips around my cock, sucking me down to the root.
I wasn’t porn star large, but I was thick enough that some men used to have trouble coaxing my cock all the way into their throats, and I’d never had anyone deep throat me before.
Mason had no such problems, just sighing and relaxing the muscles of his jaw and throat as he pulled me deeper into the hot, wet cavern of his mouth.
“Christ,” I exclaimed, my body arching up off the bed as I struggled hard not to allow my hips to piston forward and fuck his mouth.
“Mmmmm,” he moaned, taking me deeper. The feeling of his throat vibrating around my cock almost made me come right then and there, and I started doing multiplication tables in my head to try and stave off my orgasm.
“Stop!” I finally gasped and grabbed the base of my cock, struggling to avoid blowing my load so quickly. “If you keep that up, I’m going to come.”
Mason grinned up at me as he released my erection with a pop, his lips leaving a trail of saliva and pre-cum across my dick. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, his whole demeanor changing. This was confident, sexy Mason—and I was completely enamored of him.
“I’m just getting started…” he whispered, then dipped his face back down between my legs. I cursed as I felt his tongue trail across my cock, then down behind my balls.
The moment I felt his tongue land on the sensitive skin around my hole, I knew one curse word wasn’t going to be sufficient.