Page 91 of Possession

Mason smiled. “Just to be clear, that was me saying I love you.”

The corner of Tomas’s lips tipped up. “Just to be clear, that was me saying I love you back.”

Happiness exploded inside him. It wasn’t that he hadn’t known. On the contrary, he’d been pretty sure Tomas loved him and Vinnie since that first date with all three of them when he’dmade them food and just been so happy to have them both in his space. At least that’s when Mason had known how he’d felt.

“I’m glad we got that cleared up,” Mason said, giving Tomas’s bearded cheek a quick scratch and then stepping out of his arms. “Now, let’s get to fucking me on camera so that hundreds of people can watch.”

Tomas shook his head, smiling at him. “Let’s get to it.”

Mason dropped his towel and climbed up onto the bed, making sure his head and ass would be in the line of sight for the two cameras he had set up. He’d marked the spots on the bed so he’d know, but as he lowered his shoulders, pressing the side of his face into the mattress, he asked Tomas, “Can you check to make sure I’m in frame?”

Tomas checked them both and then gave him a thumbs-up. “Face and ass in clear view.”

“Perfect. I already have them recording, so you can start whenever. And don’t worry about trying to make anything look good or performing for the audience. That’s not what my videos are about.”

The bed dipped behind him as Tomas climbed up, settling between his spread legs. “I know. I’ve watched your videos. They’re very organic-feeling, not staged.”

“I love that you’ve watched some.” Mason relaxed into the bed, arching his back just a little more until he was in a comfortable position. “And I’m glad that’s the way they come off. I feel like that’s what people like about my videos, that they don’t seem fa?—”

He gasped, his words cutting off as Tomas’s wet tongue licked over his hole, the whiskers of his beard scratching against the sensitive skin on the inside of his cheeks.

Dear lord.

“You’re not going to give a guy a warning?” he asked, going for put out, but his voice was a little too shaky. His cockthickened between his legs, and he sank his teeth into his lip when Tomas flicked the tip of his tongue against his entrance rapidly.

“You’re naked with your ass in the air, changuito. That’s all the warning you get.”

And then he licked him again, all the way from the back of Mason’s balls up over his hole, pressing a little harder at the center but not quite pushing inside.

He moaned, trying to shift his knees farther apart without losing his balance. He loved this. It always feltsogood. Tomas knew how to make it amazing, paying special attention to all the perfect spots, going nice and slow, never in a rush to get to the next thing, whether that was sex or a blowjob or whatever.

He could be perfectly content with his face buried between Mason’s or Vinnie’s cheeks for over an hour. He knew because Vinnie had timed him once. Of course, that had gotten him into trouble, but Mason was pretty sure he’d enjoyed that too, so he didn’t feel too bad for him.

For long, pleasure-filled minutes, Mason got lost in the feeling and in the moment, barely even remembering they were recording this. He couldn’tnotenjoy anything that he and Tomas did together. It just wasn’t possible. He did wonder, though, if Tomas was aware of the camera at all, if he was feeling a need to perform instead of just enjoying the moment with Mason.

That thought—and all other worries—completely left his head when Tomas used his thumbs to spread his hole and wiggle his tongue inside. Mason groaned loud and long, grinding back against his face, wanting more. He almost wished Tomas had one of those monster tongues—like from one of Vinnie’s romance novels—that could unfurl inside him and fill him completely while still having the dexterity of a tongue.

Tomas used his thumbs to open him more, driving in deeper, and Mason nearly choked on hisowntongue.

“Feel good?” Tomas asked, lips moving against his skin.

Mason couldn’t talk, making a gasping sort of noise and nodding, gripping at the sheets beneath him.

“Good. I want you to remember who’s doing this to you. It doesn’t matter how many eyes are on you, how many men are sitting at their computers right now watching you, fantasizing about being the ones to get to taste you and fuck you. The fact of the matter is, I’m the only one who gets to do this.”

“Yes,” Mason hissed out, shuddering at the dirty possessiveness of Tomas’s words. “Only you.”

Tomas grunted in agreement and then went back to work, driving Mason out of his mind with the masterful way he licked around and inside him, using his beard and lips and teeth to add extra sensations.

Mason’s cock was aching and dripping on the sheets by the time he tapped out, afraid he would come before they finished. “Okay. Okay. We’ll finish that later,” he said breathlessly. “Shove your fat cock inside me now.”

That magical tongue slowly left his annoyingly empty hole, and the bed moved beneath him as Tomas sat up and rearranged himself.

“You think with the cameras on you I’m going to take that kind of lip?” he asked, and then his hand came down fast and sharp against his ass cheek.

Mason rocked forward, moaning. “Please. Please shove your fat cock inside me now!”

“That’s better.”

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