Whatever it was I wanted more, so I pushed Mason onto his back, locking my lips with his as I slipped my hand under his shirt. The kiss quickly turned heated, physically and mentally. We only broke apart to remove our clothes before we were back on each other again, fisting each other’s hair and crashing our hungry tongues together.
“Let’s slow this down a little,” I forced myself to say. Not only because if this led to where I thought it was going, if I was about to take his bottoming virginity, I wanted it to be slow and as special as I could make it for him, but also because I wasn’t ready for it to be over yet. When I rolled back onto my side and thought about it, I realized this was the first time it hadn’t been all about the end goal.
I can’t lie, being in this industry, having to perform on demand so often and having to ‘last’ for so long, Viagra played a huge part in my work, and sometimes in my social life too. But not today. Not with Mason. I didn’t know why, but I wanted to be able to feel every inch of him. My dick was so swollen it was almost painful and there was no chance of me losing that with him lying beneath me. My only concern was that I would come the second I entered him, but if I did I would just have to slow down. Take my time with him. Enjoy him.
“This feels weird,” I admitted, flattening my palm against his taut stomach.
“How’d you mean?”
“I don’t know. Just weird.”
“Well good weird or bad weird?”
“I don’t know yet weird.”
“I can top if it’s making you nervous?”
“Nooo, it’s not that.” At least I didn’t think it was. “Forget I said anything. Let’s just take it slow.”
I smoothed my hand over his abs, following the trail of faint hair that dusted his muscles. I took my time, trying but failing to fathom why I was enjoying the feel of his soft skin so much. Mason wound his fingers into my hair while I stroked across his shoulder and down his arm. Every so often his cock would twitch, almost as if it was begging for my touch, but I didn’t want to go there yet. When I did, this, whatever this was, would be nearly over.
“Are you nervous?” I asked, moving my hand onto his thigh and skimming over the hair there.
“No,” he replied, and for some reason I instantly believed him. “I thought I would be, but I’m not.”
I hitched up so our faces were closer, and then I spent a moment caressing the day-old stubble on his cheek. He stared straight into my eyes, paralyzing me and making that mysterious ‘feeling’ appear again. The only thing I could think of to make it go away was to kiss him so, closing my eyes, I took his bottom lip into my mouth, sucking on it gently before meeting his tongue with my own.
“I want to suck your dick so much right now,” I murmured into his mouth. I felt his smile against my lips and took it as permission to shimmy down the bed and settle myself between his parted legs.
His cock was beautiful – thick, long and uncut with a pronounced vein running from base to tip and just itching to be licked. Instinctively, my tongue darted from my mouth and trailed all the way up that delicious vein before swirling over his tip. A shot of flavor teased my taste buds and, unable to hold back any longer, I sucked him all the way in. Mason groaned, arching his hips and pushing his dick straight to the back of my throat.
“You taste amazing,” I said after releasing him just long enough to speak.
“You feel amazing.”
I continued to suck him for what could’ve been forever yet not nearly long enough. Then, gripping the underside of his thighs, I pushed his legs up, exposing his perfectly pink and tight hole. I kissed around it, teasing him and making him writhe on the mattress before gathering moisture in my mouth and spreading it around his puckered rim with my tongue.
“Even your arse tastes good.”
“Holy fuck…” Mason moaned as I dipped my tongue inside. He was tight. Too tight. I needed to loosen him up.
“Do you finger yourself here when you jerk off?” I asked, kissing along his thigh.
“Sometimes.”
“Show me.” Mason looked down at me, his eyes so intense I felt like his gaze alone could set me on fire. “Show me what you do to yourself when you’re alone.”
Drawing his eyebrows together and pursing his lips, Mason’s hand trailed lower, running over his body and then his dick before settling in the groove of his sweet arse. He gathered some moisture from where I’d been licking on the tip of his finger and pushed it inside, groaning as he did. I tilted my head back a little, biting my lip as I watched him pleasuring himself. It was the sexiest thing I’d ever seen in my life.