“You will?” he said, his voice rising a pitch as he spun me around to face him.
“Not exactly doing a great job of dealing with this shit on my own, am I?”
“You’re not on your own.”
“You know what I mean. I’m fucked-up, tiger. I’ve been fucked-up for a long time. And you know what? I’m tired of it. I love you. I love the new family I’ve been given. I want more than this. I want to be free from all the shit stirring constantly around my brain, and I’ve reached the point where I’ll try fucking anything to get it, so I can be happier, and freer, with you.”
“Kiss me, Ryder. Kiss me and don’t ever fucking stop.”
So I did. Taking his face in both hands, I molded my lips to his. For a moment I just felt him. I didn’t move, didn’t taste. But as my dick began to swell the urge to devour him took over all my senses and I dipped my tongue deep inside his mouth and licked every corner while pushing on his chest, encouraging him to walk backwards into the bedroom. By the time I drove him backwards onto the mattress his T-shirt was already missing, tossed somewhere on the floor behind us. Bending down I licked along his chest, pausing at each nipple and roughly sucking as I undid the zipper on his jeans.
“I want you so bad,” I groaned against his firm flesh. “I’ve missed you so fucking much.” I kissed my way downwards, taking my time along the faint trail of hair that led to the place I wanted most. I tugged his jeans until they got caught on his ankles, and he kicked them over, separating his legs far enough for me to climb in between.
I stared down at his thick cock, my mouth salivating with the need to taste it. Climbing onto my knees, I leaned down and licked the sparkling bead of pre-cum that sat precariously on the tip of his dick. My tongue darted out, drawing the drop of sweetness into my mouth. It only encouraged me. I wanted more. I needed more, and so opening my hungry mouth I fastened my lips around his length and took him to the back of my throat.
“Holy shit,” he whimpered, writhing beneath me. One of Mason’s hands fisted my hair while the other curled around the sheets beneath him. He moaned, and rasped, and thrust into my mouth over and over again, so hard and forceful I gagged more than once, but I didn’t stop.
“I’ve never wanted anything as much as I want to be inside you right now,” I said against his tight balls, dragging one into my mouth and sucking gently, nipping it faintly with my teeth.
“Then do it. Fuck me. Right fucking now,” he begged, grasping my hair at both sides and pulling me up to his mouth.
“You taste incredible,” I whispered against his lips. “God I’ve missed sucking you.”
“Me too. But right now I need you inside me, Ryder. I need to feel connected to you.”
Without pausing to take a breath I quickly jumped up from the bed and grabbed a condom and sachet of lube from the compartment in my travel bag. I wasted no time crawling back onto the bed, resuming my spot in between his strong legs. It’d been a while for both of us, so I paid his arse some attention first, coating my finger with lube and working it slowly inside him until there was room for two more.
“Oh my fucking God. Your dick,” he pleaded. “I need you, Ryder.”
After massaging the excess lube on my fingers around his tight, pink hole and around his balls, I rolled on the condom and coated it with the rest of the sachet. I positioned it at his entrance and it twitched in my hand, begging to delve inside his heat.
“Are you ready for me?” I asked, panting in anticipation.
“So ready.”
Without further encouragement, I plunged my cock inside him – not softly or slowly, but hard and deep. Desperate. Possessive.
“Fuck yes,” I cried into the air as I started to move. With my fingers gripped tightly around his thighs I drove into Mason with speed and determination. It’d been too long and I needed to come. I would savor him later. Oh hell, would I savor him later. “Hard enough for you?” I asked roughly through gritted teeth.
“No,” he whimpered. “Harder. Closer.”
I hitched him up, pushing his thighs towards his chest. Then I really started to move. I pounded him so fiercely his head kept hammering the headboard and he gasped, moaned and fisted the pillow behind his head.
“Take your dick, tiger. Come for me,” I instructed, knowing I wouldn’t hold out much longer.
Biting my lip, I watched intently as Mason took hold of his throbbing cock and rubbed it brutally up and down with his hand. He was close, as was I, I could tell by the flush in his neck and cheeks.