Chapter 8
Chapter Eight
Kip
I swear my cock was like a fucking brick all damn night.
Whose idea was it to get a room with a king bed instead of two queens, just to save a few bucks?
Yeah, that would be me.
Mason lay beside me, breathing. I mean, that was all he was doing, just inhaling and exhaling, and yet my dick was growing more painfully erect with each passing minute.
What the hell?
When we were in high school, I’d find a willing girl and we’d spend a few hours in bed, and then either she’d leave or I would. That was it. I was happy and sated, and I’d sleep like a baby.
But tonight I’d snuck into the bathroom, tugged out three loads, and still the fucking thing wouldn’t deflate.
The urge to watch Mason rode me hard, but that was taking creepy to a whole new level, so I forced myself to stay in bed with my back to him and his damned breathing.
And that was when it happened.
The mattress dipped as he rolled, and a moment later an arm slid around my stomach and he buried his face in the back of my neck.
I nearly shot in my sweats. His hand was so soft, his breathing so sweet. I knew I shouldn’t, but I reached up and wrapped his fingers in mine. Lying beside him felt… right.
It felt amazing.
“Mase?” I let go.
Nothing.
“Mason?”
“What?” he grumbled, clearly annoyed at being woken up.
“Check where your hand is, my dude.”
He flexed his fingers, his nails scraping over my fuzzy abs. A few seconds passed, his fingers probed a bit more, then came a whispered, ‘oh, fuck!’ as he scrambled back to his side of the bed.
“I’m so sorry.” The words came out in a rough whisper.
I wanted to remind him I was straight, but that seemed stupid.
He knew it, and I knew it. Why then was I so fucking hard I could pound nails into a diamond?
Why did his mere touch have me on the edge of shooting another load?
And why the hell was I picturing his pouty lips stretched over my cock, his eyes on me, pleading for my approval?
Why did I imagine his mouth wasn’t going to be enough?
That I wanted more. Except that was a lie.
I wanted it all. I wanted him spread out in front of me, like some weird buffet, where I could eat my fill. Or he could….
Thoughts rose in my head, and I tried to banish them, but they remained lodged in there. I got up, telling myself this was a bad idea.
Then I remembered a hard cock had no conscience.
I walked around to Mason’s side of the bed and stood over him, staring down. He was shaking, so I knew he was afraid. Somehow I could feel his anxiety flooding through me.
I can’t have him feeling like that, not now, not ever.
I grabbed my cock with one hand, then leaned forward and placed my other hand on the wall, bending my knees so my crotch was in his face. His mouth was right there, so easy to access, so warm and inviting.
I put the sticky head against his lips, smearing the pre-cum over them like lip gloss. He’d never looked better.
“Open your mouth, Mase,” I whispered.
He hesitated a moment, then his lips parted and my cock slipped into such perfect heat that I gasped. I loved head. I didn’t get it nearly often enough. A lot of girls were put off by the idea of sucking cock.
Mason was enthusiastic, eager, and more than willing as he slid down the shaft.
He couldn’t take it all and choked several times, something that made me insanely proud.
My dick was only an inch or two bigger than average, but had some girth to it.
Still, Mase didn’t hesitate. He went after it like a starving man being offered a prime cut of beef.
“You’re so good at that, dude,” I groaned, sliding my fingers through his hair.
His smile around my cock meant everything to me. I gave little thrusts, then moved my hand to the back of his head, urging him to try for more. He choked and sputtered which had me releasing my hold on his hair. He pulled back and his gaze snapped to mine.
“No, please. Keep doing it.”
“Are you sure?” I wanted to be buried in his throat, but no way would I hurt him.
Instead of answering, he went down on me again, then cupped my balls. More images played in my mind.
“Suck ’em, buddy,” I groaned out, cupping his head once more.
He drew back, then pushed his face between my legs, laving my balls with his hot tongue. After he got them wet, he drew one into his mouth, licking around it.
No one had ever taken my balls into their mouths, and I was hooked. But when I thought about it, I couldn’t see any girl doing this. Only Mason.
What the hell is happening to me?
My mind was yanked back to the here and now when Mase took my other ball. Fuck, that shit felt amazing. I stroked his head, and I swore he fucking purred. His fingers were busy rubbing the ball he’d had previously, and my load was building.
“Mase, dude, you gotta stop. I’m gonna shoot in a sec.”
Then he did the strangest thing. He let my ball pop out of his mouth and took my cock back into it.
“Do you want me to drop a load?” I asked, my balls aching from the effort of trying to hold back.
He sucked a bit deeper, and before I could stop it, I cried out as the orgasm to end all orgasms ripped through my body as far as the head of my dick, spilling my seed into Mason’s mouth.
I was ready to apologize when I felt his throat working and realized he was swallowing my nut.
My dude was taking everything I gave him.
I was mortified, yet so freaking turned on.
I glanced down and saw his cock bobbing in his pants.
I reached out and yanked them off him, then wrapped a hand around his shaft.
Not as thick as mine, but still a good size.
I tugged it once, twice, and then Mason cried out and splattered his stomach, chest, neck, and even got a few drops on his face.
It was then I realized what we’d done. What I’d done.
What shook me was the realization that I wanted my cock in his mouth again. Often. And a few other places too.
This changes everything.
Mason
I’d heard of straight men wanting head, even if it came from a guy. I figured that was what this had been. Kip had woken up horny and I was here, so why not use me? Nothing gay about that, right?
But then he took off my pants and jerked me until I shot.
Straight men didn’t do that, did they? In porn I’d heard about bro jobs and about guys going gay for pay, but I was broke so no payment going on here.
And when I looked at him? His face was flushed, and he had this blissed-out, sated, happy smile I’d never seen on anyone before.
His dick had been in my mouth, his cum coated my tongue, and what filled me was the sheer overwhelming urge to keep going, to get more of him into my stomach.
I could never see doing this for another guy.
Then it hit me.
Somehow I’d fallen for Kip and his ‘aw, shucks’ way that had won over plenty of girls.
Is that how he sees me now? A conquest?
“Stop that.”
My gaze snapped up and I found him glaring at me. “Stop what?” I asked.
His eyes glinted. “Thinking I used you to get off.” He shrugged. “Okay so maybe I did. I don’t know. My head was saying no, but my cock was hard and your mouth was sending out all kinds of invitations. If I used you, I’m sorry. That wasn’t my intention, I swear.”
“Then what was?” I challenged.
He sat down on the bed beside me, putting his hand on my arm. “I can’t honestly tell you. All I know is I couldn’t get the thought out of my head. Something kept… pulling at me, tugging me, and I couldn’t fight it.”
Shit.
It can’t be.
It wasn’t supposed to be, that was for damn sure. It should only have worked on another wolf.
“It might be my pheromones,” I admitted.
Kip blinked. “Your what?”
“Someone didn’t pay attention in class,” I teased.
There was that dangerous glint again. “Don’t make me spank you.” His words sent a shiver through me. “What are you talking about?”
“Wolf shifters have pheromones in pretty high concentrations, but they’re only supposed to work on other wolves. An Omega, like me? They’re meant to attract our mate to us.”
“So like Jerome?”
I sneered at him. “He was not and never could be my mate. I might be submissive, but I do have taste. Yes, my body would’ve been bound to him, but he never could have had my heart.”
Because I think that belongs to you.
“Then why would your pheromones affect me?”
I held my hands up. “I don’t know. I mean, it’s just a guess. It’s not like you wanted me to suck you off, right?”
“Dude, if I could get it up again, I’d push it back into your mouth in a heartbeat. That was amazing. Best head ever.”
I dropped my gaze to the floor. “That’s what I mean. You only wanted me because of the pheromones.”
He jumped off the bed, grabbed my arm, and tugged me up beside him. “No, you’re wrong.”
“What do you mean?”
“Someone’s pheromones wouldn’t make a straight man gay. They wouldn’t make me want to kiss you, or fuck your mouth, or plow your ass.”
“What?” He did not just say that.
I tried to step back, but he held me close.
“I, Kipper Sampson, want to shove my cock into your ass, wiggle it around, and drop a load inside you. I wanna watch my stuff drip from your hole. I’ve been fantasizing about seeing your expression as I push into you.”
I swallowed, goosebumps erupting all over my arms. “That doesn’t sound very straight.”
“No, it isn’t. Wanna hear something that’ll really blow your mind?
My parents told me they’d always suspected the two of us would get together.
They said they saw me leading you even when we were kids.
They always saw me as your Dominant, although they didn’t use that word.
But I swear, I never thought about another guy like that. ”
“See? You’re straight,” I insisted.
“Maybe it’s just you.” He stroked the pad of his thumb over my cheek.
“Maybe I’m bi.” Another shrug. “I dunno, but honestly? It doesn’t matter.
I’m with you, Mase. I won’t ever cheat on you or walk away unless you tell me to, and even then I’ll fight to keep you.
You’ve always been my best friend, so maybe this makes us best friends with benefits. ”
I was this close to snapping. I wanted to tell him to fuck off if all he wanted was my ass on occasion.
He cupped my chin. “And I do not mean that as a dig. Benefits for me include spending quality time with my best friend. Maybe even living with him, if that’s something that interests him. Sleeping beside him would be a bonus.” He smiled. “Building a life with him would be amazing.”
My head was spinning at his admission. “You want us to live together?”
“I think we did really well in college, so why not continue?”
“But what about your girls?”
He bent forward and kissed me. It was soft, gentle, and sweet.
“What girls?”
Kip
“We’ve never done this before,” Mason murmured as I flipped on the water in the shower.
“First time for everything, right?” I handed him the cloth.
He added a bit of soap to it, then set to scrubbing my chest and abs.
It only took me a few seconds to realize he wasn’t cleaning—he was worshipping.
I crowded him into the corner of the small cube and pressed my face into his neck.
His skin smelled sweet, enticing. I opened my mouth, then closed it over the tender flesh, nibbling gently.
I wanted to hear him as he came apart, which didn’t take long.
He tilted his head a moment before he began moaning my name.
It sounded like a prayer on his lips.
Is this what it feels like to be his Dominant? To know everything I do to and for him is enjoyed and appreciated? I hated to admit it, but it was a heady feeling I could so easily become hooked on.
“Mase, baby….” I groaned as he wrapped his fingers around my shaft, tugging gently. I wanted to push him to his knees and plug his mouth again, but I was trying to be good, to let him know he had a place in my life and kneeling before me wasn’t it.
Well, wasn’t just it.
“Are you tired?” I asked him.
“What? No, I—”
“Mason.” I let out a growl. “I don’t appreciate you trying to hide things from me.”
He smiled. “Yes, Kip, I’m a little tired. That orgasm tore a lot out of me.”
I flicked off the water then before he could grab the towel, I pulled it off the bar.
“Oh, but I wanted—”
“To let me take care of you,” I insisted. “Stand still.”
His shoulders relaxed. “Yes, Kip.”
As I ran the towel over his skin, I grinned at him. “You keep saying ‘Yes, Kip’. Is that your version of ‘Yes, sir’?”
He nodded. “You didn’t seem comfortable being my Dominant, so I didn’t want to push it.”
I finished drying him, then smiled as he took the towel from me to return the favor.
“Gonna tell you right now, I don’t want you to call me sir. I love hearing my name from your lips. It means everything to me.”
He put his head on my shoulder. “Tell me this isn’t a dream,” he pleaded. I reached up and pinched his nipple. “Dude, what the hell?” he bitched.
“Does that feel real enough?” I asked, laughing.
“It isn’t a dream, I promise. Now, I am not saying this will be easy.
We have to learn to be in sync. I have to figure out how to anticipate your needs, and you have to learn to do what I tell you to without snapping at me.
” I kissed his shoulder. “At least, not too much.”
“If I piss you off, you can punish me.”
Why did the thought of that send a shiver through me?
“I’m more interested in standing beside you, making our way toward a goal.
The way I see it, being a Dominant doesn’t mean I get to bully you.
It doesn’t mean I get to be a dick. I am not Jerome.
I never want to be him. I want us to talk about things and make decisions, not rule over you with an iron fist.”
I hoped he was hearing what I was saying.
I didn’t mind him needing me to dominate him, but I drew the line at him being a slave.
Mom’s words came back to me, and I wanted to talk to him, because there were things he needed to know.
Kinda urgent things. But right then we were trying to figure out what we were, and I didn’t want to add a helping of WTF to everything else we were dealing with.
That would come, probably sooner than either of us was expecting.
I just hoped when the time rolled around, Mase would understand why I hadn’t told him until now.
He thinks he had a secret. He has no fucking idea.