Page 5 of Breathe Like Hell

“Fuck,” I swore between my teeth. “Yeah. Suck me.”

He moved his hand with his mouth, giving me a tight channel to relentlessly fuck into, twisting his grip on the sensitive head of my dick in a fluid motion. I adjusted my stance, trying to work out some of the tightness spanning my shoulders, but having Mason on his knees for me wasn’t something I could so easily ignore the ramifications of.

How many years had it been at this point?

A lot.

He sucked me hard, deepthroating me, like he wanted me to come fast, like he was trying to make me lose it. In any other circumstance, I would’ve fought for some of that power back, but not right now.

Not when my orgasm was bearing down on me, hot and hard and necessary and unavoidable. Insistently burning its way through my lust-flooded blood.

I held the back of Mason’s head, shoving his face against my hips, thrusting into the back of his throat hard enough to make him choke, saliva dripping from the corner of his mouth.

His hand was still moving over his own cock in desperate strokes and squeezes, his fingers going lower to feel his balls while his palm pressed against his shaft.

I fucked his mouth deeper, rougher, pulling his hair at the root as I slid past his lips again and again, gliding over his hot tongue. I was going to come. Just like this. My length shoved into his throat and my fingers knotted in his brown hair. Every stroke and thrust wound me up tighter, tighter⁠—

Orgasm tore through me in a wave of searing pleasure, my jaw falling open and my thighs tensing as I flooded his mouth with cum, my cock pulsing.

Mason sucked me through the end of it, then stood up and pressed his lips straight to mine, spitting my own cum back into my mouth. I grabbed his jaw and pushed him off me, both of us panting, staring at each other’s lips, kiss-swollen, shining with cum and spit.

“You’re a piece of shit,” I said.

“Don’t like your own cum as much as mine?”

I looked away from him, trying to keep myself from getting pissed and losing my grip on his intensity. There was a slight flare of panic in my brain at the thought of my control slipping, but it dissolved quickly enough. He wasn’t as bad as he used to be—at least not yet.

“Shut the fuck up.” I grabbed his shoulder and maneuvered him towards the door to my bedroom, then shoved him inside, slamming the door shut behind us.

He spun back to face me and we collided, the force of my forward movement tipping us backward onto my bed. I crawled over him, moving down his body as he adjusted on the mattress, head resting on the headboard.

His abdomen contracted with every harsh breath, his hard cock laying up on his muscular stomach, leaking precum everywhere. I grabbed it, stroking him with my hand for a second before I lowered my mouth onto his swollen tip. He groaned with the contact and I didn’t hesitate to suck him deep, my hand wrapping around his base.

Mason pulled in a sharp breath as I cupped his balls, rolling them in my palm.

The sound only succeeded in turning me on more.

I felt every year, every hour, every second of time I’d gone without him, and all that time had made my desperation into something completely wicked, something disgustingly sinful. A raw and aching and perverted thing. I had one mind, and it was entirely swathed in the need to swallow him.

His dick slid over my tongue, my throat squeezing the tip, my own breathing getting rougher through my nose. I pressed one finger back further, massaging the spot behind his balls.

“Fuck,” he groaned.

I couldn’t stop myself from grinding my hips against the bed as I bobbed my head, inhaling the scent of him, feeling his thickness on my tongue. Even after he’d made me come earlier, my dick hadn’t softened a bit. It was almost torturous, in a way; this bottomless need.

Rolling my hips on the mattress, I pushed my hand up his chest, stopping for a moment to flick his nipple with my finger, then raised my head.

“Spit on it, Ash.” I held my index finger out in front of his mouth, my other hand still stroking him.

“I hate you.”

Mason spit on my finger and I lowered my hand back down, slicking up his hole with the saliva, watching him try not to buck his hips with the feeling of it.

Yeah, we switched. But both of us knew who was the default top.

Not him.

I sank my finger inside of him without further ceremony, feeling every place he was hot and tight, curling the digit just enough to make him start breathing heavier. My tongue swirled around his tip before I sucked him again, taking him to the back of my throat until his entire erection was in my mouth and my nose was pressed to the flat plane of his abdomen, his kapnos so strong here that I felt high just smelling it.