Chapter Eight
How could one sound cause such a fire in his insides? Sebastian had always imagined such a connection between two people possible but thought it something he would never have. Mason drove up again, hard and fast, and he’d never been so happy to be wrong.
“Fuck, you feel so good.” Sebastian couldn’t have agreed more. Never had he ever felt so full—and not only in his ass. Mind, body, and soul, all hummed with a satisfaction that only came with everything being perfect.
Again and again, Mason pushed into him, but, lying on his chest, the penetration was shallow and nowhere near what Sebastian wanted. He sat up and sank down until every inch of Mason’s considerable cock filled him. “Oh fuck!” he cried out as Mason thrust again, this time lifting him with the force of it.
As much as he enjoyed riding Mason’s dick cowboy style, he wanted to be able to kiss him as they fucked, and the position didn’t allow for it without reducing the penetration. Before he had the chance to second guess himself, he pushed up with the intention of swinging his leg over, but Mason stopped him.
“Where are you going?”
Sebastian thought of making some sassy comment about a different position, but the truth tumbled out. “This position is not intimate enough for me. I want to be on my back, your lips against mine, your weight on me as you drill my ass.”
Mason growled another of those sexy-as-sin sounds and swapped their position in an instant. “Is this what you had in mind?”
He didn’t even bother answering, just put his hand around the back of the sexy shifter’s neck and pulled him down until their lips collided. Mason didn’t need any further encouragement. He took control, licking and nibbling until his tongue plunged deep, exploring and plain fucking his mouth.
Caught up in the kiss, it took him a couple of seconds to realize Mason had positioned himself for re-entry. In one swift move, he pushed his way inside.Perfect.
For what felt like way too long, Mason remained still, all the while doing erotic dirty things with his mouth. Sebastian had enjoyed his fair share of sex. Some experiences had been good, some great, and some fantastic. Being with Mason took things to a whole other realm of ecstasy. No man had ever entered him and enjoyed doing nothing but being there; they were always in such a rush to get to the orgasm prize. Not his man. He seemed perfectly content to kiss and grope and remain inside him forever. An emotion he didn’t yet want to admit to bubbled up in his chest and tried to push its way forth. He tamped it down, though. Two nights of amazing loving sex did not a relationship make.
Sebastian wriggled, he needed him to move and get to the fucking so he could remember they were basically strangers. He pulled his lips free so he could get some words out.
“What’s wrong?’ Mason asked.
“Move please, I need more.” Not exactly the truth; he’d have been quite happy to kiss Mason forever. But the longer they remained intimate without actually fucking, the more his heart got the idea there was more between them than sex.
With a devilish grin, Mason propped himself up on his elbows then, at a pace even a snail could beat, withdrew until only the tip of his dick remained inside. He repeated the process as he pushed back inside. “Is that what you wanted?”
The big tease tormented him on purpose. Every nerve ending hummed with anticipation. “No, you prick, fuck me properly.”
“Oh yeah? And what exactly do you consider properly?” The jerk winked. He knew he was driving him wild.
“I want you to pound my ass so hard and fast I pass out from the orgasm.”
He gave himself a mental pat on the back as Mason’s expression changed from cheeky to animalistic in an instant. “Your wish is my command.”
The strength of the first ram caught Sebastian by surprise. The pleasure ricocheted through him, exactly what he wanted. He reached down and grabbed behind his knees, pulling back, making him as open as he possibly could be. “Holy shit!” The change in angle meant each plunge and withdrawal of Mason’s cock rubbed against his prostate.Exquisite.
“Is that good?” Mason asked, a knowing gleam in his eye.
“Fuck yes, don’t stop.” Lord, he could have the big lug inside him forever and never get sick of it.
His climax barreled down on him like an out-of-control freight train, with no way to stop the inevitable explosion.
“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” Mason’s shouted curses accompanied his thrusts, and then the shock wave of gratification hit him.
Lights burst behind his eyes, and cum exploded from his dick, splattering all over his chest and face. His back arched, and pleasure crashed over him. “Holy shit!”
Somewhere amidst the haze of ecstasy, he heard a growl then the shouting of his name. Mason’s weight returned to lay upon him followed by a sharp pain on his left shoulder that morphed into pleasure almost instantaneously. It burned its way through his veins, reigniting his waning desire. Then something he didn’t think possible happened. He came again.
“Fuck, Mason!” He screamed and wrapped his arms around his man, hanging on for fear he’d float away.
What felt like hours later, he finally returned to himself. He opened his eyes and saw Mason staring at him. “You okay?”
“Yeah, I’m fantastic. What happened?”
Mason closed his eyes and shook his head, his expression not a happy one. When he opened his eyes again, they were shrouded in sorrow. “You passed out. I’m sorry.”
