Chapter 22 #3
“It had to be out here somewhere,” he said, motioning to the darkness around us. “We walked a long way. But it was a cool find.” I just nodded.
We pulled into my driveway and Mason grabbed the gun, then insisted on opening my door and leading me inside.
He locked his car on the way in. I could sense that he was somehow watching in every direction without actually turning around as we walked to the front door.
I unlocked it, thinking about how happy we’d both been when we left, but the air seemed different now. Everything seemed off.
Enyo greeted us when we walked in, but even she seemed different, more on edge.
Maybe she was feeding off my energy, but she wasn’t herself.
She ate, but didn’t finish her food like she normally did.
She was wandering around, almost pacing, but she rubbed against my legs and purred, so I tried not to read too much into it.
Mason went around, checking every door and window to make sure they were locked.
He pulled all the blinds and turned off unnecessary lights.
I raised an eyebrow when he started checking the closets but didn’t say anything.
“Do you want something to eat?” he asked me, probably trying to sober me up faster, but I shook my head.
I wouldn’t have been able to eat even if I were starving.
He nodded and put the gun in the bedroom, placing the knife and bug spray on my nightstand.
He gave me some water and led me to my room.
He undressed and got into my bed, patting the spot beside him. “Come on. Let’s get some rest. We have to get up early, and we need to be able to think clearly to figure this out.”
I undressed completely, clumsily, and downed the bottle of water he’d given me, but I wanted more, so I went to the bathroom and refilled it, almost finishing it before I got back to the bed. “Nice to see you’re not so modest anymore,” he said, smirking as though he’d accomplished something.
“Don’t pat yourself on the back. I’m just drunk.
” I fell into bed beside him. His arms wrapped around me and I immediately felt safer.
He was rubbing my arm and kissing the top of my head.
“It’s going to be okay,” he whispered. It wasn’t, but Mason was so determined to be the hero, it was pretty hot.
I moved my head up so I could meet his lips with mine the next time he attempted to kiss my head.
He smiled and kissed me gently, and for probably the first time since we’d started hooking up, I had to be the one to deepen the kiss.
It was clear he didn’t think I was in the right frame of mind to fool around, but he was ignoring the part where it could be the last night of my life.
I parted my lips to welcome his tongue. He lost whatever battle he was fighting with himself, and his hand came up to the back of my head, holding me in place as he moaned into my mouth.
His hand slowly slid down my arm, to my belly, and lower. He finally gripped my dick and ran his hand up and down it a few times. He was still hesitant even though I was already hard when he got there. “Elijah . . .” he started.
“More,” I whispered.
He pulled back and propped himself up on his elbow, gazing down at me. “Aren’t you sore from earlier?” he asked me. “I was pretty rough.”
I shrugged. “A little bit. But I don’t care.”
That gave him the tiniest smile. “Mm. So my lit—”
“Yes,” I practically moaned. “Yes, I do.”
He sat all the way up and smacked my ass so hard I yelped. “Stop interrupting me, you horny little fucker. Alright, then. Get up.”
I just looked at him.
“Get up,” he repeated. “Stand beside the bed, hands on the mattress. Be a good boy for Daddy, and I’ll give you what you need.”
No he did not.
Did I correct him? No. I stood up and moved to the side of the bed, leaning down with my hands on the mattress like he told me to.
He stood up on his side of the bed, walking around it agonizingly slowly, watching me.
He stopped behind me and put a hand on my shoulder, then slid it lower until he gripped my ass tightly.
He leaned forward, blanketing himself over me.
“You want Daddy to be gentle tonight?” he practically whispered.
My dick twitched, and he noticed.
He chuckled. “I’ll take that as a yes. You’ve been through a lot this week.
You’ve earned the right to have it any way you want.
” He straightened, but I heard the drawer open and the pop of the lube cap.
Before I could even turn to look at him, his finger was at my entrance, pressing gently.
“Let me in,” he said lowly. I did as he said.
By the time he had two fingers working in and out, hitting my prostate but being gentle like he’d promised, he had me panting and pressing back to meet him. He hummed. “You’re so pretty like this. Maybe I should let you come from my fingers. Would you like that?”
I shook my head. There was some bad shit coming for me. If it really was my last night, which was knowledge the universe seemed to want to suffocate me with, I didn’t want an orgasm from being finger fucked. I wanted all of him, and I wanted to feel it in the morning. “No. I want you.”
I didn’t interrupt him this time. “Ah, my little cockslut needs Daddy’s dick tonight.
I see.” He added another finger and scissored them as he grabbed the lube again.
He pulled his fingers out and before I could even react to the loss, his slick cock was there pressing in.
“Let me in,” he said again, and I relaxed for him.
I was still sore, but I wasn’t lying when I said I didn’t care.
I didn’t even care if he was rough. I just wanted to feel him.
Mason hadn’t lied. He rocked gently into my body, making sure to hit the spot with each slow thrust. He put a hand on my hip to steady me, and my hands gripped the sheets tightly, needing more even though he was slowly getting me there.
I was pressing back to meet every thrust, moaning softly with nearly every breath, my head hanging between my shoulders as I desperately tried to move with him.
I wasn’t used to him being so careful with me, but I was close when he suddenly pulled out.
I let out a desperate cry without meaning to.
“I want to look at you,” he said simply, turning me around and pressing me to lie down on the bed.
He pulled me to the edge and bent down to slide back in, bracing himself with one hand on the bed as he gazed down at me and started thrusting slowly again.
“Fuck, Mason.” I was squirming beneath him. I needed more even though it was perfect. Even though I was speeding right back toward the orgasm he’d cut off.
“How does it feel?” he asked me, but he already knew the answer since he was watching my dick leak all over my belly. The sounds leaving me without my permission were desperate as hell.
“Please,” was all I said.
He leaned down and kissed me, much more gently than he usually did.
“I’ve got you,” he whispered. He started hitting just a little bit harder, but still slowly.
My legs were shaking and I grabbed the sheets again.
My body shuddered. “That’s it, feisty,” he said, out of breath and with slight desperation himself. “Come on, baby. Let it go.”
His arm was shaking beside me but he kept going just like he was.
My hips were rocking up toward him on their own.
I wanted to touch my dick but didn’t dare try because I knew he’d stop me.
“Come on, Elijah,” he whispered. When he said my name, it threw me right over the edge.
My entire body stiffened, my back arched off the mattress, and I did little more than grunt as cum shot all over my abs and chest.
“Oh, fuck, Elijah,” he said, thrusting harder and holding my hip in a grip that would probably bruise. I could feel his orgasm inside me as he cried out, falling forward and thrusting erratically as his lips met mine and our tongues tangled together.
When he stilled, he pulled back to catch his breath, pulling out as he backed up, and he looked down to watch his cum drip out of my ass. He pushed some back inside like he enjoyed doing, a little smirk playing at the corner of his mouth. “That means you’re mine.”
“Yeah,” was the only thing I could be bothered to say. He pulled at me to move so my head was back on my pillow, then he climbed over me and covered both of us up. I’d probably regret not cleaning up in the morning, but right now I didn’t care.
“Get some rest,” Mason whispered, running his hand through my sweat-damp hair. “We’ll figure everything out in the morning.”
I trusted him. I knew our plans would be futile, but his arms gave me enough comfort that I relaxed into them and fell asleep.
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It was still dark when I woke up to Enyo scratching at my bedroom door.
Mason had shut it, probably under the pretense of more safety, but Enyo wasn’t used to doors being closed to her, and I was sure she didn’t like it.
The scratching came again and I sat up in bed.
“Okay, girl,” I said softly. Mason didn’t stir beside me, so I finished the water on the nightstand and crossed the room to the door.
I pulled it open expecting Enyo to dart in, but the hallway was empty and I instantly regretted my decision.
I could see the area clearly thanks to the night light, and Enyo was nowhere to be seen.
“Enyo?” I called out quietly, my voice shaky.
I heard a noise in the living room and glanced in that direction, but it was too dark to see anything.