Chapter Ten
CHAPTER TEN
Ryan
There were two things I hadn’t expected to come out of Mason’s mouth: any kind of nickname and an earnest, pleading desire to touch my dick. I wasn’t sure which one shocked me more.
I wasn’t surprised that Mason liked a more take-charge kind of partner—it’d been clear as fucking day that he liked being told what to do from the second he’d stumbled into my room last week, wide-eyed and desperate for me to take charge. And I liked that.
Personally, I’d never been the sort to let anyone boss me around or give me orders, especially not in bed, but I had a weakness for men who’d let me do that for them. Their submission, their trust, was beautiful and just because I’d never do what I was told, didn’t mean I thought less of those who wanted that.
Sometimes, all they needed was for someone to take control and give them freedom from making decisions. And for someone like Mason, who I assumed people expected to pull some brash, in-charge, alpha bullshit as soon as the bedroom door closed, it must have been liberating to have his partner give him the structure and orders he craved.
And in what fucking world was I going to say no to the big, beautiful, soft man underneath with a hard, thick dick, begging to touch me while I got him off?
“Yes, you can touch me,” I said, slowly pulling my vest top off and dropping it on the floor, watching as Mason’s eyes went wide with awe. “As long as that’s what you want.”
“It is,” he said as he reached out and caressed my stomach, his touch almost reverent. He was almost too sweet to be real, and I knew it was going to ruin me.
His hand slid slowly up to my chest, his fingers toying with my nipples and making me gasp as he rolled them expertly between his finger and thumb.
“Can I suck them? Please,” Mason asked, his other hand reaching around to cup my ass, caressing it softly. The heat of his naked body was almost scorching and his dick was a steel rod against mine, the thin barrier of my shorts becoming more of a hindrance by the second.
“Yes,” I said softly, caressing his jaw as he leant forward. I groaned as his lips wrapped around one of my nipples, sucking the hardening nub and flicking it with his tongue.
I’d never had the most sensitive nipples in the world, but the way Mason was eagerly sucking and playing with them made tingling heat prickle across my chest. His desire was infectious and the way he was worshipping me, like my pleasure was the entirety of his focus, heightened the sensation and I moaned, grinding my cock against his and driving both of us wild.
Mason groaned and began kissing across my chest, his hand tightening on my butt as he encouraged me to rut against him. His hips bucked up, thrusting his naked cock against my clothed one and sending a burst of heat and friction rushing through me.
“Mason,” I said, forcing his name out as he sucked a mark into my chest. “Mason, wait…”
“Everything okay?” he asked, pulling back suddenly with a wild look in his eyes as he cast around for what he’d done wrong. “Did you want me to stop?”
“No, baby. I just want to take my fucking shorts off because I am not coming in them,” I said with a breathless laugh, kissing him sweetly before folding up onto my feet.
Mason looked at me with pure awe as I stood above him, my feet planted on either side of his hips, and I’d never felt sexier. There was just something about the look in his eyes—the need, the desire, the pure lust and reverence—that made me feel not just wanted but powerful too.
Mason trusted me, and I took that seriously. I’d promised to make everything good for him, to show him that sex with someone with a male body could involve so many incredible things and to bring him pleasure in so many ways. And I was going to follow through with that.
I was going to make sure that whoever Mason ended up with would have the best sex of their life, forever. Because there was no fucking doubt that he was eager, attentive, and desperate to please. I just had to give him a safe space to explore and learn how to bring someone with a dick pleasure.
And I was very happy to lend myself to the cause. Because Mason was everything I’d look for in a sexual partner, and I was definitely going to get just as much out of this experience as he was.
As I’d told Ink and Peaches, I was being altruistic. And if I got some incredible orgasms out of it, then it would just give Mason confidence.
That was what I was trying to tell myself anyway.
Not that I was doing this because I was so attracted to this man that the idea of him being with anyone else was almost painful. Those were thoughts for another time and place, far away from this moment.
His eyes widened and his mouth fell open in a soft O as I slid my shorts down, taking my tiny briefs with them and freeing my aching erection. “Fuck, Ry,” Mason said, his hands brushing up the back of my thighs. “You have a really nice dick.”
“Thanks,” I said as I wrapped my fingers around my shaft and pumped it slowly, adoring the way that Mason’s eyes were locked on my hand and the head of my cock. His tongue darted out to lick his lips and the temptation to let him try sucking me rose suddenly in my chest.
But I didn’t want to rush, regardless of my own desires in that moment, because I hated the idea that I’d get into bed later and wonder if Mason had actually enjoyed it.
“Can I touch you?” Mason asked as he slid one hand around my thigh, letting it rest by my hip. “Please?”
“Yes, but I want to touch you too,” I said, shifting my weight slightly and feeling the mattress wobble a little as I heard the bed frame creak. I didn’t think I was going to fall over or that we were going to break anything from hand jobs alone, but I also wasn’t prepared to explain to Jonny what was going on when something, or someone, broke and he came rushing in to see what all the noise was.
Instead, I let go of my cock and put my hand on Mason’s shoulder and slowly lowered myself back onto his lap, groaning softly as my cock bumped against his as I settled onto his meaty thighs.
I adored how broad his lap was and how thick and muscular his thighs were, and it wasn’t just because they were nice to look at or because there was power there I could definitely use to my advantage. There was something divine in how beautiful Mason’s body was—how he owned his size and didn’t shy away from it. I knew it came from hours of gruelling work, and to me, that meant it should be celebrated.
As cute as twinks were, I’d never been attracted to men I could accidentally snap like a twig. I wanted men who could crush me with their thighs. And then I wanted them to adore me and beg for more.
Mason’s mouth was too pretty to resist kissing again and he groaned as I slowly released my cock and brushed my fingers over his shaft. I knew it was teasing and the way Mason whined went straight to my soul, but I wanted to check he wasn’t going to freeze up as soon as I touched him.
But all he did was push his hips up, desperately begging for more .
I hummed with pleasure, dipping my tongue into his mouth as I closed my hand around his shaft and slowly began to pump him. Mason’s cock was thick and heavy, the foreskin rolling back as I worked him to reveal the silken head dripping with precum.
I swiped my thumb through it and spread it across the skin, drinking in Mason’s beautiful moans.
“F-Fuck, Ry,” he said, his deep voice soft and breathless. “That feels so good.”
“Good,” I said, lifting my other hand to my mouth before quickly twisting my head to spit into my palm. I lowered my wet hand down to his cock and switched it for the dry one, giving myself a little bit of slickness because jerking off dry had never been something I’d enjoyed. “You can touch me too if you want. Don’t worry about getting it wrong or it being bad. Just do what you like and I’ll tell you if I want you to change anything. Okay?”
“Okay.” He nodded, panting and groaning as I rubbed my thumb over his slit and slid it down to toy with the sensitive spot under the head, right where the vein was.
I didn’t know how much he’d be able to focus on getting me off, but that was fine. I could always fuck his fist or jerk myself off afterwards. My primary goal was making Mason come all over me.
One of Mason’s hands settled on my hip, his thumb rubbing over the edge of my stomach as he slipped the other between us and slowly, tentatively grasped my cock.
I groaned, thrusting up into his grip and leaning forward to kiss him again. “How does that feel?”
“Good,” he said, kissing me deeply as he began to jerk my cock using long, slow strokes, like he was getting used to the feeling of having a dick in his hand that wasn’t his own. “I really like how your dick feels in my hand. I can’t wait to have it inside me one day.”
“Mmm, yeah? You want to suck it? Want to feel my cock stretching your lips wide?”
“Yeah,” he said, casually tightening his grip and pumping me a little harder to see what would happen and letting out a pleased hum when I groaned. “Want you to fuck me with it too.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah. I… I had an ex who used to peg me,” he said almost shyly. “It always felt really good.”
“Fuck, baby,” I said. “That’s hot as fuck. I can’t wait to see what you can do on my cock. Bet you’ll look and sound so pretty stuffed full. Mmm, can’t wait to watch you bounce on it… watch that ass jiggle as I fuck you from behind. You’re gonna feel so fucking good. And—” I groaned as Mason changed his grip again. “Fuck! You’re making me feel so good now too. Are you sure this is the first time you’ve jerked someone else off?”
“Yeah, but I’ve given myself enough hand jobs over the years to know my way around a dick,” he said with a wry chuckle.
I snorted and kissed him again, pulling his bottom lip between my teeth as I worked his cock faster, mirroring what he was doing to me.
The sound of slapping skin and panting moans filled my ears as we worked each other towards climax. The burn of my orgasm was right there and from the sound of it, Mason’s was too, but I just needed a little more. I rolled my hips and thrust up into his hand, moaning as Mason changed his grip to form the perfect tunnel for me to fuck.
“Shit, baby,” he said with a groan as he jerked his hips, starting to fuck up into my fist. “You feel so good. I’m, fuck, I’m getting close.”
“Yeah? You gonna come for me? I want it, Mason,” I said, trailing kisses up his neck and panting in his ear. “Want to feel you come for me. Can you do that?”
He nodded and groaned, and with another couple of thrusts and jerks of my cock, Mason came, burying his head in my chest to muffle the sound of his orgasm as he painted our skin with his release.
He didn’t let go of me, though, just tightened his grip and pumped my shaft as I kept fucking into his fist, making my orgasm slam into me so hard it made me dizzy.
My head spun as my cum joined his and I forced shuddering breaths into my lungs in the hope it would steady me. The aftershocks of pleasure pulsed through me, and I smiled into Mason’s neck before pressing another soft kiss to his skin.
“Was that good?” Mason asked as I slowly sat upright and released his cock, cum trickling over my fingers.
“I’m supposed to ask you that.”
“Tough shit, I asked you first.”
I chuckled and kissed him. “Yes, baby. It was amazing.”
“Good… good…” He swallowed and suddenly looked more relaxed.
“Were you worried you did something wrong?” I asked, tracing his jaw with my cleaner fingers and tilting my head to study his expression.
“No, not wrong. I just… I wanted to do a good job,” he said, not quite meeting my eyes. “I didn’t want it to be bad.”
“Hey,” I said firmly. “None of that. You can’t be bad at something you’ve not done before and if I hadn’t liked anything, I’d have said so we could’ve changed it. And that’s the same every time and applies to both of us.” I smiled because his desperation to do a good job was so endearing it made my heart lurch. I just wanted to wrap this man up in my arms, spoil him rotten, and never let him go.
“I know,” he said as he finally looked at me, smiling now. He reminded me a little of a golden retriever. “And what you were doing was…. mmm, so fucking good.”
“I’m glad.”
“We’re totally doing that again tomorrow.”
I grinned. “Why do I feel like I’ve just unleashed some insatiably horny monster?”
“Maybe a little,” he said. “But it has been a while. And you’re so fucking sexy it’s hard to resist you. Even just thinking about you makes me hard.”
“Poor you,” I said teasingly. “Don’t worry, I’ll be here to make sure you don’t suffer.”
“And I’ll do the same for you.” He kissed me again, wrapping both arms around my waist. “By the way, I was thinking about your plans for Dungeons & Dragons .”
“Yeah?”
“I think it’ll be fun! It’ll be great for us to spend more time together,” he said brightly. “I mean, not just you and me, the others too… but it’ll be nice for the two of us to hang out more as well.”
My smile widened as my heart raced in a way that I already knew was dangerous. But I was too happy to care. Because spending time with Mason, in any capacity, was guaranteed to brighten up my day.
And I wanted to do it for as long as he’d have me.