“Oh my God…”
My back arched and I grabbed at Mason’s hair as his lips found their way back to my body. He sucked and licked along the trail of the chocolate, working his way down my body until he reached my dick, taking it whole into his mouth.
“Holy fuuuuck.”
His lips gripped my hard length firmly, creating the most delicious suction as he moved his head up and down. I continued to fist his hair, controlling the speed of his mouth and fighting against the urge to thrust myself deeper towards his throat. He moaned against my cock, the vibrations spiraling all the way through my body as my balls began to tighten.
“S-stop,” I forced out. “Y-you need to stop,” I ordered, pulling the tie away from my eyes.
Mason released my cock from his mouth with a pop, grinning up at me as he wiped the corners of his lips on the back of his hand. “Close, huh? I could taste it.”
I crooked my finger, inviting him higher up the bed. He crawled towards me on his hands and knees and then wrapped one hand behind my head, pulling my lips towards his. He kissed me leisurely, exploring every corner of my mouth with his tongue. Our noses kept clashing and I struggled for air, but in that moment nothing could have pried me away from him.
“Do you want me to bottom?” he asked quietly after pulling his lips from mine, leaving them lonely.
“No,” I answered without hesitation. All I could think about while he was sucking me was the feeling of him being buried deep inside me. Just the thought made my hole clench, begging for him.
“And you’re sure you’re ready?”
“I’ve been ready for a long time, tiger.”
Drawing his lower lip into his mouth, Mason plucked a condom and a bottle of lube from the drawers by the bed. I parted my legs instinctively, eagerly, and he nestled himself between them. I stared at his fingers as he smothered two with lube, panting softly as he lowered them towards my arse. He ran them along the crease a few times before delving deeper, circling the tips around my hole. I pushed myself towards him, encouraging him to enter me, and so he did. Slipping first one, and then two fingers into me, he worked them in and out in a slow, steady rhythm.
“Jesus,” I whimpered, bucking my hips and fucking his fingers. He crooked them inside me, massaging my prostate and for a moment I was sure I would leap off the bed from sheer ecstasy. “Faster,” I pleaded. “Harder.”
“You like me fucking you with my fingers?” he asked, twisting and jamming them into me until his palm slammed against the base of my balls.
“Fuck yes I do.” He continued thrusting them in and out of me forcefully before adding a third finger and making me want to scream. “Your cock, Mason. I need your cock inside me.”
Instantly, he tore his fingers from my body, leaving me empty and craving more. Breathing heavily, I watched him tear the corner of the condom wrapper with his teeth, removing the rubber and tossing the empty foil to one side.
“Kneel up for me,” he coaxed as he rolled the condom down his thick shaft, but I shook my head.
“No. I want to see your face.”
“Ryder, I know you don’t feel comfortable that way, that you need to be in control, and I’m okay with that. I don’t ever want you to feel pressured into doing something you don’t like.”
“I want to see you,” I reiterated.
He studied my expression for a few seconds, seemingly believing my words when he nodded once. Positioning himself closer to my body, Mason pumped several generous squirts of lube onto his cock, smoothing it up and down with his fingers. Then, taking hold of it in his palm, he guided it towards my hole, nudging just barely at the entrance.
“Just us,” he said, easing himself inside me, his eyes boring into mine. “No one else. Just us.”
The sting lasted only a second or two as he pushed past the resistance, followed immediately by an overwhelming feeling of completeness. He filled me everywhere, not just sexually but my heart and soul – the parts of me that not so long ago I didn’t even know existed.
“Come here,” I said, holding my hand out and reaching for his neck. I raised my knees and he pressed down onto my body, his taut stomach grazing my dick as I curled my fingers around the back of his head. I needed to kiss him as he continued to torture me with unhurried thrusts. “You feel so good,” I moaned against his lips.
“So do you,” he ground out, gradually picking up pace. Kissing me fiercely, passionately, Mason’s thrusts soon turned into hard, fast slams. “Oh my fucking God,” he said through gritted teeth, pulling back slightly to watch his cock drive in and out of my arse.