“Don’t tease,” Mason pleads. “It’s been three weeks without this. I’m dying.”
I glance up at him through heavy-lidded eyes, meeting his gaze as I take him into my mouth. My lips sink down, inch my inch, until his cock nudges the back of my throat. He groans and pulls at my hair.
“Holy fuck,” Mason gasps.
His cock sits heavy on my tongue, stretching my lips wide. My eyes sting at the pressure. I suck him slowly, drawing strained moans from his throat as I work up and down his length.
I grab his thighs, holding him steady as I suckle at the tip. Hot, needy whimpers tumble out of his lips, fueling my desire to make him feel good. I bob up and down, drool dripping down my chin.
“Baby, wait,” Mason gasps, gripping my hair tight. “I don’t wanna come yet. Wanna be inside you.”
God, I want that too. More than anything.
I release him with a wetpop, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand.
“Sit on my face,” Mason commands. “Gonna get your hole nice and wet for me.”
I groan, crawling toward him like a lion stalking its prey. I shed my briefs to release my aching cock, pink and leaking against my stomach. Mason’s eyes burn into mine as he licks his lips hungrily, pupils wide with lust.
I straddle his face, hovering for a second before sinking down. His tongue finds my hole, circling my rim as he squeezes my ass. He pulls me down until I’m worried I might actually suffocate him.
Tingles of pleasure pulse through me as I ride his face, gripping the headboard so hard my knuckles turn white. I rock back and forth, writhing with pleasure as his tongue plunges deep inside me. He eats me out like he’s starving for it.
A finger pushes against my entrance, easily slipping inside with the slick of his spit. I gasp and grind down against him, moaning at the welcomed stretch. He fucks me with his tongue as he gradually adds more fingers, eventually working three inside me. I grab my own dick, squeezing the base to hold off my growing orgasm.
“Mase, please,” I beg, eyes rolling back blissfully.“Need younow.”
He groans beneath me, the vibration making my dick twitch. My thighs throb and tremble as I climb off him. Mason rolls on top and kisses me, the intoxicating taste of me lingering on his tongue.
“Baby,” Mason purrs. “I got my test results back. I’m clean.”
My heart thumps wildly in my chest.
Last month, we talked about condoms. I already knew I was clean—I got tested right after I found out Travis cheated on me, and I hadn’t been with anyone else since. But Mason’s sexual history was a completely different story. He was quite…busy… during his freshman year of college.
I swallow hard, threading my fingers through his curls. “Oh. That’s good.”
He looks down at me with a soft, reassuring smile. “Yeah. I can show you my results if you want. Screenshots, paperwork, whatever makes you comfortable.”
I shake my head quickly. “No. I trust you. I don’t need to see it.”
He brushes his thumb across my cheekbone, searching my eyes. “You sure? We don’t have to—”
“I want to feel you. All of you,” I say, my voice dropping to a shaky whisper.
Mason nods, pressing a quick kiss to my lips before grabbing the lube. He drizzles some onto his length and pumps himself with his fist, coating his girth. I flip onto my belly and lift my ass into the air.
His cock nudges against my hole before easing inside, bare. I moan at the pressure, arching into it, wanting to feel him as deep as possible. He grabs my waist to hold me upright, his thumb rubbing soothing circles on my hipbone.
“You alright?” he asks, stilling inside me.
“Yeah,” I choke out, feeling full and complete after weeks of waiting for this. “Please, fuck me.”
He pulls out until just the head remains, breaching my tight ring of muscle, and snaps back inside. A gasp tumbles out of my lips as I grasp at the bedsheets. He sets a brutal rhythm of deep, steady thrusts, his hipbones slamming against my ass.
“Oh, God,” I moan, rocking back against him. “Don’t stop.”
My wicker headboard slams against the wall, the bed frame creaking beneath us. Mason slows his thrusts, grinding deep, hitting that spot inside me that ignites like a struck match. Pleasure engulfs me, flaring up my spine and simmering in my bones.
