Chapter 4 #3
“I never renewed my license,” Sky admitted. “It’s too expensive to keep a car in the city and driving anywhere is such a hassle. You know how much I hated driving and it’s easier just to walk or jump on a train.”
“Makes sense. I’m so sorry about Lance, Sky, but it’s really good to see you. I wish it didn’t take something like this to get you to come back.” Ever so tentatively, Mason cradled Sky’s cheek and searched his eyes. “I miss you and I think about you—”
“Don’t!” Sky didn’t want to hear it but instead of getting up and walking out he leaned in and covered Mason’s mouth with his, kissing him roughly. Fuck him for making everything better, while still being a heartless creep.
To make matters worse, Mason pulled Sky into him, clutching at his ass and twisting his fingers in his hair.
He bucked against Sky, hard and starving as his tongue lapped and swirled hypnotically.
Sky was immediately pulled under, moaning against Mason’s tongue as lust and anticipation rose within him.
Their hands were shaking and they were frantic as they attacked each other’s buckles and zippers.
Sky made it first and gasped in shock when he slid his hand into the front of Mason’s boxers and found thick, throbbing heat.
He had only a moment to catch his breath before Mason’s hand pushed into his briefs and gripped his cock.
The kiss became wild and sloppy as they struggled against their trousers and the cramped loveseat, neither able to get a good grip or manage anything close to a decent stroke.
It was still hot and Sky couldn’t remember being this turned on as Mason’s lips glided along his jaw and his neck was licked and sucked. “Yes! Don’t be afraid to bite!” Sky begged, then let out a strained whimper when Mason’s teeth grazed his skin. “Harder!”
“I’m not biting you,” Mason chuckled hoarsely. “But… fuck, I need to taste you, Sky!”
“Okay,” Sky panted, unsure of what Mason meant until he moved.
“Oh, fuck!” he whispered as Mason slid off the loveseat and between Sky’s legs.
Suddenly, his lips were around Sky’s cock and it was wrapped in slick, sucking heat.
Every nerve in his body reacted, burning and flickering as pressure coiled in his core. “Holy—!”
“Shhh!” Mason breathed against the head before taking Sky deep into his throat and sucking harder.
One hand was tight around the base of Sky’s cock and the other kneaded his sac, making his toes curl as he clenched tight.
He refused to acknowledge the gnawing ache in his ass, just coherent enough to know he could not beg Mason to mount him right then and there.
The thought and the irresistible pull of Mason’s lips as he sucked and moaned ecstatically around Sky’s shaft was too much.
“Mase! Slow down! I’m—!” But it was too late, heat and pleasure swept up his spine and down his limbs as his body imploded. Sky came deep in Mason’s throat, hard. “Fuck! I’m sorry! It’s been a while and I—”
“Mmmm…” Mason raised his head slowly, giving the end of Sky’s softening erection one final, indulgent suck before releasing him. “Perfect. I knew you’d taste like heaven.”
“Heaven.” Sky snorted, raising his head.
He blinked until the pastel blurs in front of him formed a fake stained glass cross and recoiled.
“Oh…fuck! What is wrong with us?” He shoved Mason away and yanked up his black briefs and his trousers.
“We are in a funeral home, Mason!” he hissed and flailed.
Mason rose on his knees, scrambling to fix his fly. “Jesus! I’m sorry, I—!”
“Don’t make this worse by taking the Lord’s name in vain!
” Sky gave Mason a disgusted look as he leaped off the loveseat, shuddering at their depravity.
“I barely believe in Heaven but you and I are persona non grata after this. Who, in their right minds, would do such a thing?” he asked while smoothing the front of his shirt and his tie.
“Lance?” Mason guessed with a sheepish wince. “That’s kind of why we’re here.”
Sky shook his head and pointed. “You aren’t allowed to make jokes. You’re married to my sister. We’re in a funeral home.” He swung his head at the door. “Your wife and child and our families are out there!”
“You’re right! This was…bad.” Mason didn’t sound the least bit repentant. “We shouldn’t have gotten carried away in here but if you just let me—”
“Not here or anywhere. This is so wrong!” Sky clutched his head as it started to pound. He couldn’t look at Mason without wanting to scream or throw up so he grabbed the door handle and yanked it open. “I just want to see Nana and my nephew and then I’m getting the fuck out of here.”
“Sky, please!” Mason started to follow but Sky held up his middle finger as he stormed out.
The sweet older woman looked up from her planner when Sky rushed past the front desk.
“How did it go, dear?”
“Thank you. Fine,” he mumbled, unable to look her in the eye as he pushed open the door and turned towards Sutton House. It was about a four mile walk to Nana’s but Sky would use the time to curse Mason Cartwright’s soul to Hell for eternity.