Chapter Twenty-Eight
CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
Ryan
I woke slowly, warmth and comfort fighting to pull me back under. I let myself sink into the feeling of being cosy and half-awake because it wasn’t like I had anything urgent to do or anywhere to be.
Mason’s arm was thrown over my waist, his hand under my shirt and palm splayed out across my chest. I wasn’t sure if he was holding me in place or subconsciously feeling me breathe, but I didn’t really care about figuring it out. His body was pressed flush against mine, his groin tucked up against my ass, our legs bent so we were both curled up. It sent a warm rush of happiness through me, and I hoped we’d always end up like this. Mason was definitely a tactile person. He seemed to love having me in his lap or pressed against him.
Even when we were just sitting on the sofa, I’d noticed he liked us touching in some way, like having our thighs pressed together. I wondered if, now we were actually together, he’d be more open about asking for physical affection. I’d happily give him whatever he wanted whenever I could unless I was having a very bad ADHD day where everything felt wrong, including the feel of my skin on my body. But I knew Mason would accept that because there didn’t seem to be anything he wouldn’t try to listen to me about and understand.
He shifted behind me, his hand tightening on my chest as his hips rolled and he ground against me, a soft, sleepy moan working its way out of his mouth. I felt his cock hardening in the thin shorts he’d thrown on, pressing through the material and digging into my butt cheek.
I tilted my hips, slowly trying to wiggle his erection into the cleft of my ass. I groaned as I felt his cloth-covered cock trying to slide between my cheeks, cursing the fact that both of us had thrown on pyjamas last night. There was definitely going to be a new rule about no clothing in bed unless absolutely necessary.
My own dick was chubbing in my shorts as I slowly pushed my hips back, rubbing my ass against him and encouraging Mason to keep grinding. His cock was a thick, hot, hard length pushing between my cheeks and fuck, did I want more. I pulled my shirt up out of the way and reached down to start tugging my shorts down, working them slowly over my hips and the curve of my ass. It wasn’t the easiest or fastest process, and by the time I’d managed to wiggle my butt and dick free, my patience had been stretched very thin. But it was fucking worth it when Mason moaned again and ground harder against me .
I didn’t know whether he was still sleeping or half-awake like me, so I tried to twist my head to look around at him. I must have wiggled too much, though, because Mason whined and grumbled. “What are you doing, Ry?”
“Seeing if you were awake,” I said, my voice thick with sleep and rough from hours of disuse.
“Yeah, just about.” His hand tightened on my chest as he rolled his hips again. “I’m so horny. Been dreaming about you and… mmm, when I woke up…” He whined again as he tried to rut his cock against my ass, but his shorts were getting in the way and keeping him confined. “I… can’t…”
“I’ve got you,” I said as I reached back, fumbling for the waistband of his shorts and trying to tug them down. I’d made it harder than it needed to be by trying to do it myself, but Mason sounded so sweetly frustrated and I wanted to help. He lifted himself and moved the hand that had been trapped between us, his fingers brushing across mine as he helped me get his shorts off. His breath was hot on the back of my neck, coming in desperate pants as he got closer to what he wanted.
The mattress shifted as he kicked his legs to push his shorts off and he groaned as his freed cock pressed into my crack, sliding along my taint.
I pushed back against him, squeezing my thighs to make a hot, tight tunnel for him to fuck into, but I knew with no lube it was going to be rough and there was a good chance the friction would easily get too much, too quickly. But I loved the way Mason’s cock felt sliding against my skin and pressing on the back of my balls, the way he groaned and gasped as he tried to find his rhythm but his hips kept stuttering from sleepy desperation, and the way his hand squeezed my chest and slid down my stomach, wrapping around the soft swell under my belly button and holding me close against him.
I knew I’d put weight on in the last six months, and I thought I looked hotter than ever. There was something divine about Mason touching my stomach like this, holding it, squeezing it, using it to pull me back against him.
“Ry,” he said with a needy moan. “It’s not… I need…”
“Do you need more?” I asked, already knowing the answer because I felt it too.
“Yeah. Can I fuck you? Please, baby, let me fuck you.”
“Yes, I need that.” I groaned and twisted my head round, trying to find his mouth because I fucking needed him to kiss me. I didn’t give a fuck about morning breath or dry lips, just needed his mouth on mine.
Mason kissed with a desperate hunger that made desire surge through me. I reached behind me, finding the back of his head and sinking my fingers into the short strands at the base of his neck as we exchanged heated, messy kisses, my tongue diving into his mouth and claiming him. “Need some lube,” I said, breathing the words into his mouth between kisses. “Where’s your lube?”
Mason murmured something I didn’t catch and then pulled away. I bit back a whine at the loss then gasped in surprise when instead of rolling away, Mason slid down the bed under the duvet and gently prized my cheeks apart. His tongue flicked over my hole and I groaned, pushing back against his mouth to demand more .
And that was all the permission he needed to devour me.
I’d still been half-asleep up until that point, but the way Mason was eating me out sent a jolt of pure electricity shooting up my spine. Fuck, it was like he was trying to win an award for eating ass, and despite the fact there wasn’t a prize on offer, I somehow wanted to find him a little trophy because fuck, shit, damn, he was taking me apart with his mouth in a way that was so beautifully exquisite I could almost see heaven.
“M-Mason,” I said with a broken, breathless moan, my fingers fisting into the pillow as I pushed back onto his face. My body felt like it was floating—still heavy from sleep but burning with pleasure. I gasped as Mason teased my rim with the tip of a thick finger, slowly pressing against my tight entrance.
Fuck, I needed more.
“Mason,” I said again, trying to be firmer and failing spectacularly as he began to work his finger inside me. “I need… you have to… fuck, baby…”
He hummed and pressed a smacking kiss to my cheek that made me laugh. I twisted around to look over my shoulder and saw Mason looking up at me from under the duvet with a mischievous glint in his eyes. “Something wrong?” he asked, voice deep and beautifully rough.
“You’re a menace.”
“You love that, though.”
“I suppose,” I said with a grin. “I’d love it more if you fucked me. I want your pretty cock inside me.”
He kissed my cheek again and then surged upwards to capture my mouth in a soft kiss. “I’m here, baby. I’ll give you whatever you need. You know I love serving you. Making you feel good… fuck, it’s everything to me.”
“That’s because you’re a good boy,” I said, kissing him again as emotion swelled in my chest. “And I’m so lucky to have you.”
“I won’t argue because fuck that, but I’m just as lucky. The day I met you was the best day of my life, even if I didn’t know it.”
Mason might not have said I love you, but he might as well have because that was what those words felt like. And I’d never heard anything as perfect. Our relationship might not have started out traditionally, but who gave a fuck about tradition anyway? Tradition was for boring old straight people, not us. Never us.
“The first time I saw you, I told myself you were special. And I’m always right,” I said.
“Is that so?”
“Yes.” I smiled as I kissed him and then nudged him playfully with my nose. “You better get used to it.”
“Don’t worry, I doubt you’ll ever be wrong. You chose me, after all, and I am the best.” He winked and the pair of us laughed, and I was reminded just how fun this was supposed to be. Sex, relationships… they were always work because people were involved and people were complicated as fuck, but with the right person, the good times always felt easy.
And with Mason, I had a feeling that the good times would always outweigh the bad. And if there were bad days, or weeks, or even months, we’d get through them together, and we’d still be standing afterwards.
“Then would the best like to get some lube and fuck me like he promised?”
Mason grinned and kissed me. “I’m going, I’m going. I was just being affectionate.”
“And I love that,” I said, because I did. Mason really was like a giant cheeky puppy. “But I’d love for you to get your fucking cock in me even more.”
He chuckled and then groaned softly. “Mmm, I do love when you tell me what you want. It’s hot.” His next kiss was harder and left me breathless, and when he pulled away to roll over and grab the lube, my head was spinning. He was back a few seconds later, bottle in hand, completely naked having ditched his T-shirt and slotting in behind me like he’d never left. I quickly used one hand to throw my own T-shirt off, sending it sailing over the edge of the bed to find later. Mason’s skin was hot against mine, making me melt against him.
“Can I fuck you like this?” he asked, trailing kisses down my neck and making me shiver.
“Yes,” I said with a groan as I heard the bottle open, Mason’s slick fingers dipping below the duvet to find my hole. I moaned as he slowly circled my rim, driving me wild with teasing touches until I was this close to begging. Or at least, thinking about it.
But Mason knew what I wanted and he began to open me up with his thick, perfect fingers until I was gasping and shaking, my cock dripping precum onto my thigh as I pushed back onto him, trying to split myself open and fill myself up on him. I cried out, desperate for more, and Mason obliged because he was too fucking perfect not to give me what I wanted. His fingers dug into my hip as the head of his cock pressed against my rim, pushing slowly inside, and I had to bury my face in my pillow to muffle my moans.
I pushed my top leg forward, spreading myself wider and allowing Mason to go deeper, groaning as every inch of his fat cock filled me.
“Is that good?” Mason asked as he pressed kisses to my neck and pulled my earlobe gently between his teeth. There was a soft, needy edge to his voice, like he needed my reassurance, and it sent another bolt of pleasure running down my spine.
“So fucking good, baby,” I said, twisting my head to capture his mouth in a filthy kiss as his balls brushed against my ass. “Love the way you fill me up. Mmm, I’m going to want you inside me so much, Mason. Never gonna get over how fucking good it feels.”
He panted and groaned into my mouth, his hips giving an aborted thrust. “Can I… can I fuck you, Ry? Please?”
God, this beautiful man was going to ruin me in every way possible.
“Yes,” I said with a groan. “Fuck me. Make me come on your cock.”
Mason began to roll his hips, his hand squeezing my body to pull me against him as he rocked his cock in and out of me. His thrusts were slow, almost tentative at first, like he was scared he was going to break me if he was too rough. But when I groaned and begged for more, he did exactly what he was told.
What had started as something soft and sleepy had turned into sex overflowing with heat and passion. It wasn’t just the most perfect morning fuck. It was an intimate connection that threatened to undo me at the very seams. I didn’t just want this today—I wanted it every day. Fuck, I wanted it forever.
And with Mason, that didn’t feel like such a terrifying or unrealistic prospect.
Mason’s breath came in short, desperate pants as he fucked me, his cock grinding over my prostate and making me see stars. “Ry,” he said with a groan. “Ry, I’m so close.”
“Fuck, baby, you’re so good… hold on for me, just a little longer,” I said, reaching for his hand and guiding it down to my cock. “Be a good boy and don’t come. When I do, you can. Okay? Can you do that for me, Mason? Can you make me come first?”
“Y-Yes.” He nodded as I looked over my shoulder at him, sliding my hand back and around his face to rest on the side of his head, pulling him as close as I could. He groaned and kissed me as his fingers wrapped around my cock, making me moan into his mouth. “Yes, I’ll be good.”
“You always are.” I kissed him fiercely, melting under his touch as he jerked me off so perfectly that I was barely hanging on within two minutes.
I bit my lip as I came, shuddering through my orgasm and trying not to cry out and disturb Jonny as pleasure coursed through me. My cum painted Mason’s fingers and my thighs, dripping down my skin and onto the sheets as I lost myself to the feeling, Mason’s cock still rubbing over my prostate as he kept fucking me, desperately chasing his own release. It almost made me oversensitive but fuck, I loved bringing him pleasure like this. Loved knowing that I was the one making him feel this way.
And I loved knowing that, if I had my way, I’d be the only one making him feel like this for the rest of his life.
Mason came with my name on his lips and a choked, strangled cry of pleasure as he filled me with his release, his face buried in the back of my neck, his breath hot and wet against my skin, and his hand still wrapped around my softening cock.
We lay there for a moment, our breathing filling the silence, and then slowly I pulled away from him so I could roll over in his arms. I felt Mason’s cum trickling down the backs of my thighs as I snuggled close against him, the cool morning air kissing our bodies and the duvet long since kicked onto the floor.
“How’re you feeling?” I asked, kissing his lips softly before tracing his jaw with my mouth. “How’s your head?”
“Fine,” he said. “I feel fine… better than fine actually. A good orgasm will do that to you.”
I chuckled. “We probably shouldn’t have done that, especially if you have a concussion.”
He shrugged. “I doubt it. It doesn’t feel like the other times I’ve had a concussion. I’ve probably just got some stonking bruises.”
“You do,” I said and gently let my fingers ghost along the large patch of purple that’d bloomed above his eye socket .
I must have pulled a face because Mason added, “Don’t worry, it looks worse than it feels. Always does.”
I hummed because I wasn’t convinced but I also wasn’t going to ruin this moment by arguing with him.
“What do you want to do today?” he asked, kissing the closest part of my body, which just happened to be my nose.
“I’m doing a drag story hour this afternoon,” I said, mentally running through my calendar. “But that’s not until three. And Jonny mentioned something about pancakes this morning? Or carvery?”
“I think we should do both. And between all the food and your story hour, I’m going to kiss you as much as possible.”
“Yeah?”
“Of course, it’s my prerogative as your boyfriend to make sure you have enough kiss power to get you through the day.” He grinned and then winced as he stretched his legs out. “I should also do some stretching.”
“Sounds like a plan to me.”
We kissed slowly until we heard Jonny moving around on the landing, which was followed by a knock on the door. “I’m not coming in,” Jonny said. “But just know that if this morning was your attempt to be quiet, you failed fucking spectacularly.”
“I’ll buy you lunch to make up for it,” Mason said, trying to hold back his laughter.
“You fucking better. I’m going to put the kettle on. If you want breakfast, come down with clothes on.” He walked away and once we heard his heavy footsteps on the stairs, Mason and I both burst out laughing.
“Poor Jonny,” I said.
“Ah, he’ll live,” Mason said with a shrug and kiss before sliding out of my arms. “Come on, let’s go and help Jonny before he decides he’s only making pancakes for one.”
“He wouldn’t!”
“He might.”
I laughed and slowly pulled myself into a sitting position, trying to look for my PJs. “What are you doing next Friday night? Want to come to The Court?”
“I wouldn’t miss it,” Mason said, walking around the bed just so he could lean down and kiss me.
A smile broke out on my face as a peaceful feeling settled into my chest.
This was us now, and I couldn’t wait to see where we went because I knew it was going to be spectacular.