Mason’s fists wrapped in the bedding as Sean plunged into him. “Fuck, Sean! Don’t stop!”
It would take a head on locomotive to stop him at this point. Harder, deeper, in and out. His nuts smacked into Mason’s taint as he hoisted his hips higher. “Jerk yourself hard again.”
Mase reached beneath his rocking body. He sobbed as he took hold of his flesh. The pleasure was building to a stage of being intolerable. The sound of their bodies punching into one another was a stimulus all on its own.
Mase’s ass tightened and Sean knew he was once again hard. He growled and dug his thumbs into Mason’s flesh, spreading him wide, watching his big cock plunge in and out as he impaled him.
“Fuck, Sean, Fuck! I’m gonna come again!”
Suddenly, without thought, he ripped his body from Mason’s and grabbed him by the hips. He flipped him onto his back and lunged forward to take his cock deep in his mouth. Mason arched into him, bucking his hips off the bed, and moaned as Sean sucked him deep to the back of his throat.
“Give it to me,” Sean growled between licks as he swallowed down hard on Mason’s fat cock. “I want to drink every last drop from you until you’re as dry as a desert.”
Mason’s hands fisted in his hair. His hips rose off the bed, knees falling wide, as he fucked Sean’s mouth. Sean found his own cock and began to jerk himself off, yanking with fast, rapid tugs. The first wave of hot cum hit the back of his throat and he swallowed. In one fast move Mason turned, pulling Sean with him until he was beneath him. Mason knelt at his shoulders, one hand gripping the headboard as he fucked Sean’s mouth.
Cum ran down his throat and he swallowed every drop. His own climax bubbled up and burst forth leaving an uncontrolled mess like that of a teenager after his first wet dream. He gripped Mason’s ass, shoved his finger in his hole and sucked him off until he had nothing left to give.
In the end they collapsed, both of them completely incapable of moving or speaking. Breath sawed in and out of his lungs as Mason draped a tired arm over his chest and kissed his jaw lovingly. “That was incredible,” he said to Sean, each word coming out on a panted breath. “Thank you.”
* * * *
Later that day, long after Mason had left for the hospital, Sean was switching out some light bulbs that needed changing. Realizing the one fixture in the hall required a screwdriver, he frowned. As he was about to yell for Libby to grab him one, the phone rang.
Sighing, he climbed off the stepladder and went in search of a tool kit. He first looked in the linen closet, but there was nothing but perfectly ordered white linens in there. He then went to the laundry room, but didn’t find any tools there either.
He could hear Liberty’s muffled voice as she talked on the phone. “Where the fuck would you keep tools, Liberty Bell?” he murmured as he scratched his head.
He walked into the kitchen where Liberty stood by the fridge with the phone pressed to her ear. When she saw him come in the room she turned and quietly said, “I have to go.”
He was about to write ‘tool kit?’ on her notepad when he noticed something peculiar about the tense set of her shoulders. He frowned and she turned further into the corner. He looked at the caller ID on the base on the counter. Restricted. That usually came up when Mason called from an office in the hospital.
“Is that Mase? Tell him we need a new floodlight bulb for out back.”
“Mom, I got to go,” she said and quickly hung up.
Mom? She wouldn’t meet his eyes.
“Were you looking for something?”
“Who was that on the phone, Libby?”
She moved over to the counter, still not meeting his gaze. “No one. It was no one.”
The phone rang again and she flinched. He leaned over and read the caller ID. Restricted. He reached for the phone.
“Sean, please don’t.” She looked up at him with pleading eyes. What the hell was going on?
Her hand held his wrist, squeezing ever so slightly, but he felt her trembling. Had something scared her? His thumb automatically clicked over the talk button when the phone rang again and her hand fell away as she turned her back on him.
“Hello?”
“Mason?”
“Who is this?”
“It’s KarLyn. Look, I need to speak with Liberty—”
“This isn’t Mason. It’s Sean.”
“Well I don’t know who you are but this is Liberty’s mother and I want to speak to her.”
“Why are you calling here?” He watched as Liberty’s tight shoulders rose and fell.
KarLyn scoffed into the phone. “Pardon me, but that isn’t your business. I don’t even know who you are. I called to speak to my daughter, not some stranger answering her phone.”