Page 57 of A Little More Hope

“We really need to get cleaned up,” I murmured into his hair. Reluctantly sidling toward the edge of the bed, Mason’s arm wrapped tighter around my waist, holding me in place.

“Why don’t we take a shower?” he asked, his drowsy voice so sexy. I’d gotten a taste of what life might be like waking up with Mason last weekend, before all the drama spoiled it. I liked having the chance do so again and fantasized about sleeping in bed together becoming a regular occurrence. “I’ll even let you wash my back if you want.”

“Wow, what an offer. How could I possibly refuse?”

He lifted his head, his expression sleepy and content. Releasing me and rolling to the side, he stood and stretched, his body on full display, allowing me the chance to drink him in. The dusting of hair on his muscular chest, the six-pack abs, and his cock, always half hard around me, swayed between his thick thighs.

“I’ll get the water going. Come in when you’re ready.” He raked me over from head to toe, his gaze lingering on my own cock for a few seconds. “I’ll be waiting.”

Lying there, I tracked him as he disappeared into the bathroom. No matter what was going on with him and his work, whatever he kept hidden from me, he’d forever be the most beautiful man I’d ever seen.

I heard the shower running a moment later, so I hopped off the bed and followed after him. Already under the spray, his dirty blond hair slicked away from his face, the water cascaded over his body, rivulets falling down his sleek skin and into the crease of his amazing ass.

Looking over his shoulder at me, his expression hungry, butt cheeks flexing as he moved, he offered me his hand as I stepped into the shower with him, letting the hot water wash away the last of my worries. Glancing at his already erect cock, I found it difficult to believe I’d had his thick length inside me. Then my ass clenched, the delicious ache informing me otherwise.

And here together, his longing for me so clear, so evident, made me glad my dark moment hadn’t dampened the intense sexual pull between us.

Squeezing the shampoo into his palm, he gestured at me. “Turn around.” I obliged, facing away from him. His large hands rubbed the suds into my short hair, the ends of his fingers massaging my scalp over and over, then sliding down to my neck, working in lazy circles.

“Feel good?” he asked, and I hummed my agreement. Grabbing the shower gel next, he soaped me up, first caressing my shoulders, before slowly moving down my body to my ass, his hands on my cheeks, pouring gel along my crease, his fingers working the gel in, grazing my hole.

“Mase,” I moaned softly, leaning against his chest, needing his support. Around and around, he teased, caressing the rim with the tip of his finger before pushing past my sphincter. My body getting hotter for a different reason than the shower, he kept up the pressure, his finger entering me, retreating, circling, penetrating again. How the hell he could say he’d never had sex with a man was beyond me. He was a natural, knowing exactly what to do, where to touch, how to touch, to stoke my fire.

His other arm slipped around my waist and down, taking my hard dick in his soapy hand, the bubbles making the glide of his fingers along my length easy and smooth. Twisting his hand around the head, pleasure rippled along my limbs, my body burning, my pulse tripping, heart beating faster.

“So beautiful,” he whispered in my ear, sucking on the fleshy lobe as his finger fully slipped inside me, swiftly followed by another, and another. “So needy for me.”

“Yes,” I groaned, my body jerking in response as he expertly grazed my prostrate, constantly applying pressure, sending me soaring. “Please,” I begged, which is all I said around him lately. “Mason, please.” After removing his fingers, the emptiness was instantly replaced by the head of his cock easing into me. Despite him fucking me earlier, my hole was still tight, the rim tender, and I gritted my teeth as he slid his way inside, stretching me to my limit.

But this man already knew me, knew my body, how I liked to be handled, and with a sharp thrust stealing the air from my lungs, he buried himself to the hilt in one smooth motion. My inner muscles clamped down hard around him, holding him in place, exactly where I needed him to be.

I was so full of him, his thick length more than I’d ever taken in the past. The pain dissipated, no longer an issue as he leisurely withdrew, making me tremble for what came next. Easing himself forward, the delicious burn turned to sparks of satisfaction erupting along my spine, sending flames licking through me, making me hotter.

“So tight,” he moaned as he continued his sensual torture, matching the motion of his hand on my cock to his slow thrusting. “Don’t want it to end.” Never quickening his pace, I gradually came apart from his expert touch. Each time he filled me, his arm across my shoulder, resting over my heart, he took another piece of me. The tenderness of his kisses along my shoulder, the soft words he uttered against my neck strengthened the emotions within me. The need for him to want me, to stay, to make me his, to keep me, set off a profound yearning deep in my heart.

I’d thought I’d barely begun to fall in love with Mason, but I was way beyond that, and as he sent me over, falling with me into oblivion, feeling his cum coat my inner walls as mine landed on the tiled floors at my feet, my heart followed over the top, freefalling into the abyss.

His to want.

His to catch.

His to keep.

No matter what happened in the future, however our lives turned out, I was his, body and soul and there was not a single thing I’d do to change that.

After the shower, we dressed in sweatpants and T-shirts, and barefooted, ventured out of the bedroom. No Gabe greeted us, so he must be out somewhere. He’d never be my favorite person, but he must be someone’s as he’d hardly spent any time at the house all week. And I’d often hear him coming home in the early hours of the morning.

“I want to check my laptop,” Mason said, looking around the room and frowning.

“It’s next door. We left it upstairs on the balcony when we came over here.”

“Oh yeah.” He smiled. “I won’t be a sec.” He went off in search of his computer, leaving me with the same sinking feeling I’d had earlier. How did being with him make me feel on top of the world one minute and so low the next?

Tapping my pockets, I backtracked down the hallway to the bedroom to get my phone, deciding I must have left it in my shorts. As I passed the front door it opened and Gabe entered, looking decidedly rumpled. I raised my eyebrow. He gave me a cheeky grin in return. It was no more than four thirty on a Thursday afternoon, so what on earth had he been up to, for him to look like that?

Probably the same as you, my inner voice answered, and from the look of him, I had to agree.

He headed past me for the stairs, and I got a whiff of cologne, acrylic paints, and a hint of turpentine from his clothes. The penny dropped a second later. “Oh my God,” I screeched, my eyes going wide. “You’re fucking Flynn aren’t you?” His cheeks reddened, and he had the good grace to look uncomfortable, immediately confirming my suspicions. “Oh my God,” I repeated. “You’re fucking one of my friends.”

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