“Huh?”
“Your intelligence,” he clarifies.
I roll my eyes, but my chest feels warm in a way that has nothing to do with the sun.
“You want some?” he offers, thrusting his half-eaten cone at me.
I hesitate. “Uh—”
“I think we’re long past sharing germs,” Mason says lightly before dropping his voice. “I mean, you’ve had my cock in your mouth.”
My eyes widen as I frantically scan the patio. Thankfully, we’re alone. “You’re disgusting.”
“You like it,” he shoots back, grinning.
I take the cone anyway, and—because I can’t resist—drag my tongue slowly over the melting swirl while locking eyes with him. The sweetness coats my tongue, and I let out an exaggerated, satisfied moan.
“So good,” I groan, handing it back to him.
His throat bobs as he swallows, fingers tightening around the cone. “You’re gonna pay for that later,” he warns, low and certain.
I smirk before taking a bite of my own ice cream, teasing my tongue around the spoon. “Oh,” I say, drawing it out, “I’m counting on it.”
***
We barely make it through my front door before Mason pounces on me—lips crashing onto mine, urgent and hungry. His hands lock around my waist, pulling me close until I can feel every hard musclepress against my body. The kiss tastes faintly of melted ice cream, sweet and cold against the heat between us.
He grips my ass, pulling me flush against him, and we stumble blindly toward the staircase. We tumble clumsily up the steps, laughing between kisses. When we reach my room, he pushes me back onto the bed and climbs over me.
“I wanna be inside you again,” he grumbles against my lips.
I whimper, clinging to him like he might disappear if I let go. “Please.”
His lips curve into a triumphant smile as his hands drift to my jeans, swiftly unfastening them. I lift my hips, letting him strip them off in one swift motion. They hit the floor, leaving me in only my underwear. His gaze lingers on the straining outline there, and his palm cups me firmly, coaxing a desperate buck of my hips.
“Can I take this off?” he asks, fisting my tank top.
I swallow hard. “Y-yeah.”
His eyes darken as he strips it away, tossing it aside. His mouth finds mine again while his fingers trail down my bare chest, brushing over my nipples before tugging at them. A choked whine escapes me.
“Love how sensitive you are,” he murmurs, mouth lowering to my heated skin.
He latches onto my nipple, licking and nibbling. I squirm as an electric pulse of pleasure shoots through me. He grinds onto me and lets me feel the hard press of his erection against my thigh. I bet it’d feel even better in my mouth.
“Mase,” I whine, clawing at his shoulders. “Want you to fuck my mouth.”
His eyes flare with heat. “God, yes.”
He strips his shirt, his sweat-slick muscles flexing in the dim lamplight. He detaches his insulin pump and sets it carefully on the nightstand before sliding out of his sweatpants and boxers, cock hard and flushed.
He straddles my chest, letting me feel the firm crush of his thick thighs. I open my mouth expectantly. He strokes himself once, then smacks his dickagainst my tongue.
“So fucking eager for it, aren’t you?” he taunts.
I moan, my tongue twitching beneath him.
His cock inches into my mouth as he feeds it to me. His hands anchor to my hair, holding me steady. He looks down at me, eyes dark with desire.
