Page 49 of Bruised

He wraps his hand around the base of his shaft and brings the head of his cock to my lips. “Go ahead. Have a taste.”

I groan at the first salty pulse of his precum as I wrap my lips around the fat head. Soon enough, he grows hard in my mouth, swelling against my tongue.

“That’s a good boy,” he whispers. He brushes my bangs aside and makes me look up at him. “What do you want this time, puppy?”

His cock slips out of my mouth. “I want…” My face heats up, and I look away.

“It’s okay,” Mason says. “You can tell me. Or would you rather show me?”

I nod eagerly.

“Well, then. Come here.”

I stand up and take my clothes off before I crawl into his lap. “I want, um… like this.”

Mason grabs my hips, and I gasp as the head of his cock catches on my rim. “You want to ride me?”

“Yes.”

“Come here, then.” Mason takes me with him as he scoots further up the bed until he’s got his feet planted on the mattress, lying flat on his back. “Get yourself ready for me, puppy,” he says, and he gives me the bottle of lube.

My cheeks heat furiously. “I want…”

“Want me to do it?”

I nod.

Mason smirks. “Turn around, puppy. I want to see that pretty hole.”

I spin around in his lap until I have my backside turned to his face.

“Mm. Come closer.” He grips my hips, urging me to back up toward him. I feel his breath hit my crease, and when his thumbs part my cheeks and he swipes his tongue over my hole, I give a surprised moan, too loud. “Shh. We need something to keep that mouth quiet.” He grips his cock and nudges it against my face. “Here. Suck on this. Now be a good puppy and don’t make a sound.”

I wrap my lips gratefully around his cock as he licks into me. He’s moaning too—we both are, enjoying each other like this. I come close to losing my balance multiple times, but Mason holds my hips in place as he plunges his tongue into me, lapping over my hole, circling my rim, probing my hole with his finger, getting it to open just slightly before he dives back in with his tongue.

When he squirts lube onto his fingers and starts fingering me open, I have a hard time focusing on his cock, so I just keep it in my mouth while I hum and moan.

Once he’s pushed a sufficient amount of lube inside me, he pulls out his fingers. “Ready, puppy?”

I look to the side. Mason is holding a condom packet out to me, so I take it, rip it open, and roll the condom over his slick length. I expect him to order me to turn around, but instead he nudges my hips forward again, and suddenly, I understand what he wants.

I hover over his cock while he grabs his base and guides himself inside. I gasp as I sink down, feeling the slight burn that quickly turns to pleasure.

“Mm, just like that,” Mason says. “Fuck, you should see yourself, puppy.”

I whine as I start riding him, placing one hand on the wall for leverage and shifting back up, shuddering as I take him deeper.

“Such a good puppy,” he groans. “So good.”

I want to turn around to see his face, but I don’t want to interrupt him. I don’t want to lose this moment between us. I keep riding him, keep sliding up and down, rocking, thrusting, enjoying every moment to the fullest.

This is all we have—these stolen nights where no one knows what we’re doing, during the summer before the end of it all. Oliver will leave, and Mason… Mason won’t be part of my life anymore. His hands won’t be gripping my hips, his cock won’t be pushing through my insides, and his voice won’t be⁠—

“Oh,” he moans. “Oh, fuck.”

His hands tighten on my hips, and there’s a thud as his head falls back on the mattress. He bucks into me hard, filling the condom with his release and taking me a bit by surprise. I didn’t know he was that close.

“Fuck,” he mumbles, stroking my hips, breathless. “That was so good. So fucking hot.” He reaches over and grabs my neglected cock. I sit back and whine as he strokes me hard and fast, and it doesn’t take much for me to explode in his hand.