Starlight is standing by the closed door, his clothes on the ground by his feet, looking at me like he’s drowning and I’m the only one with any oxygen to offer him.
“Come here,” I whisper.
And he does. He steps into the shower beside me, and we don’t even bother closing the curtain before we’re kissing. He envelops me in his big body, and I melt into him.
I’m not a small man, and even though he’s not that much taller than me, it’s like being surrounded by a dark forest, a forest you feel safe in. His hands roam across my back and then down to my ass, grabbing onto me and pulling my hips up against him.
He wants more of what we did this morning, and I can’t blame him, especially now that there are no clothes between us. It’s just our bare, slick cocks rubbing against each other, and it feels incredible.
But I don’t know how much time we have together, and I want to show him everything.
So, I drop to my knees, the water cascading down over me. Star watches me curiously, and I feel a bit of a thrill knowing he doesn’t know what I’m going to do next, but that he’s going to enjoy it immensely.
I press a kiss to the head of his cock, and he lets out a heavy sigh. I give him a few strokes, my eyes locked on his, and then take him into my mouth. He cries out, looking down at me like he just discovered every wonder of the world all at once.
“Mason,” he chokes out. His hands ball into fists at his sides and as I slide him deeper into my mouth, I reach up to take them in mine. Pressing my thumbs into his palms, I settle his hands on the back of my head and meet his eye. I want him to know he doesn’t have to hold himself back if it feels good. I’ve got quite a bit of practice with this sort of thing, and I don’t gag easily.
While he does clench his fingers in my hair, he doesn’t use the grip to move or control me. He just watches me as I suck on him, taking him as far as I can and humming at how good it feels.
When he starts to make helpless little noises, his eyes falling closed, I reach down to wrap a fist around myself. I’ve always loved giving head, but doing this for Star, someone so genuine and generous with himself, is even better. Watching him unravel is enough to bring me to the edge.
His eyes pop open, and I know it’s because he’s about to come, that he’s so close that the sensation is startling.
When he looks down at me and sees what I’m doing, his eyes widen, and I feel the first splash of his cum on my tongue. That’s all it takes for me to go off, swallowing even as my eyes roll back in my head from how good it feels.
We both gasp for breath, him leaning against the wall and me half slumped against the side of the tub. And then we look at each other—him down at me, me up at him—and for some reason, we start to laugh.
CHAPTER TWELVE
Later, we’re still naked, tangled up in my bed. We went straight from the shower to here and haven’t exactly made any moves to try and get up and go about our day.
I think we’re both a bit exhausted, emotionally drained from these past few days of being so unsure about everything. But here, for just a moment, I feel content.
When we’ve been laying there for a long time, my skin going cold as it dries, he says, “Tell me about your paranormal group. Do you think they can help us?”
I don’t want to think about the group. I don’t want to think about solutions that will take him away from me, not when having him here, arms around each other, feels so right.
I pull back a bit, leaving on hand on the dip at his waist. “I’ve only been going to the group for a few months. We meet in the basement of the library. I was pretty set on never going back because I feel like some of the people there take it all a bit too far.”
“Too far?” His cheek presses into my pillow, squishing it in a way that makes me want to kiss him.
“The thing is, all this stuff with the ley lines, it's not new or anything.Everybody in town knows that we're meant to be livingon this thing, but people just pretend that weird stuff doesn't happen.”
“What kind of weird stuff?”
I swallow, shake my head.“Nothing too strange.There have been stories of people seeing things before they happen, like premonitions, or seeing people who aren't there, and then less obvious stuff, cell towers being weird, people's lights turning on and off. One of the ley lines goes through town, but the intersection of two lines hits right in the mountains.”
“Below where I have always existed,”he says, putting the pieces together.
“That’s the theory.I'm not the first person to go out there, looking for the waypoint. Most of the people in the group have been out there, hoping to witness something supernatural.”
The corners of his mouth turn up, and I know exactly what he's thinking.They were all hoping to witness something, anything, and here I am with a sky man in my bed.
“But you do not want to tell them about me.”
I grimace.“I almost feel guilty about it. If this was happening to someone else, I would certainly wantto know, but I don't know…”
“You do not want to share me with them.”
