Page 36 of Obsessed

Mason’s ringtone cut through the celebration and both of them started. Pulling out the phone, Mason showed Rain the screen.

“I think it’s your lawyer. Stanley Fisher?”

“Why? I fired him last week.” Mason scowled at the phone, taking it back and answering. “Stanley.”

Rain leaned against the elegant wooden table that took up most of the dining room, placing a hand on the back of one of the chairs and resting his chin on it, watching.

“Yes, I meant to fire you…Because I’ve given you a lot of money and you’ve done nothing. My brother broke in last week and-” Mason’s scowl deepened, rage making his eyes seem translucent, and Rain began to harden in his shorts.

“The courts.” Mason’s voice went even flatter when he was livid. “….no, I don’t want to go to the police. I wanted you to do your job.”

Stanley must’ve said something awful because all of a sudden that monotone had force and venom behind it, making Rain scaredandhorny.

“Settle. You wanted me to settle and make this easier. You’re fired. Again.” Mason hung up, heaving out a breath, and Rain clapped his hands.

“Good for you!”

“He said I should’ve been less stubborn.” Mason shook his head, his words still a bit weighty. “As if I’m the one causing the problem. I’m-” Stopping, he quirked an eyebrow at Rain’s obvious erection, the question unasked but there nonetheless.

“You’re hot when you’re angry.” Sashaying over, Rain stood on his toes, putting arms around Mason’s neck. “Why don’t you fuck it out on me?” He breathed over Mason’s lips. “We could both use a shower andeek-”

Snatched up under one arm, Rain squealed with laughter as Mason brought him downstairs with a hidden strength that made Rain even hornier. Dropping him on the bed, Mason gave him a look that told him to strip and Rain instantly obeyed, grabbing a lube and some condoms before padding barefoot into the adjoining bathroom, which had a spacious shower stall.

Shedding clothes along the way, Mason joined Rain, starting the spray, and Rain shamelessly ogled his ass and anything else his eyes could reach until he was yanked under the water. Wetting his hair down, he met that sea-glass stare, grabbed the bodywash, and poured it down Mason’s chest.

Starting at Mason’s collarbone, Rain circled his palms, lathering Mason up, never breaking eye contact, even as his hands traveled south. Brushing against hard nipples, Rain followed the trail of hair down Mason’s stomach until he was appropriately soapy, stopping just short of the treasure, a place he knew Mason wanted him to touch, but he was about to do something even better.

With a lascivious smirk, Rain dropped his arms and rubbed himself against Mason as if he were a full-body washcloth, moaning at the slick slide of skin. Mason jolted under him, his hands immediately clutching Rain’s waist as if he were holding on, and his cock pulsed and throbbed as it dragged along Rain’s stomach.

Rain could feel Mason trembling with restraint and he grinned, wondering how far he could take things, when Mason spun him in his hold.

With his back against Mason’s chest, water pelted Rain from the neck down, hitting his pert nipples and drumming against his cock, adding to his pleasure, which soared up several levels as Mason’s thick rod pressed between his thighs, scraping against his balls enticingly.

Letting out a choked gasp, Rain instinctively tilted his hips, tightening his legs, and Mason growled, the continuous stream of water slicking them as he pushed up, sliding his cock under Rain’s.

It shouldn’t feel so good. Rain had done this before and always found it boring; however, being with Mason made everything special, as if Rain had never been touched before. That wasn’t normal, but once Mason rocked his pelvis back and thrust forward, Rain no longer had a thought in his head.

Standing on his toes, Rain arched back against Mason. Even though there was no penetration it still felt like he was being fucked, especially as each slide became more powerful. He tried to concentrate on keeping his thighs locked but it was a lost cause as Mason’s hands trailed up, teasing his nipples. Those fingers pulled, flicked, and twisted so very right, bundling together with Mason’s low rumbles, the feel of his larger body, and the press of his knowing cock, causing a familiar sensation to curl in Rain’s belly.

“M-Mason I’m gonna come!” He didn’t need hands for this. All he needed were a few more glorious thrusts from the shaft gliding against his and he was going to shoot all over the shower wall.

Lips caressed the shell of Rain’s ear and Mason growled a single word. “Come.”

That low tone made Rain into a mindless creature of lust and his orgasm blasted through him like lightning. He could hear his cries and he knew they were his, but he was floating in a dimension of pleasure and it would be a while before he returned to his body.

Distantly, he felt Mason jerk against him and noticed that he pulled back when he came, coating Rain from his cock to his hole. The water quickly washed it away but it left a sensual mark in its wake, and Rain sighed as reality buzzed in around him.

They stayed pressed together for a few minutes, swaying under the water. Rain drifted in that space, content; it was a new feeling that he wanted to keep. Tilting his head, he found Mason staring down at him, his gaze overflowing with that strange unnamed emotion, and Rain couldn’t help but be drawn to it.

Slowly, their lips inched closer together and Rain could tell that this kiss wouldn’t be like the others.

It would mean something.

Rain’s heart beat so loudly that he was sure it echoed in the shower stall, but Mason paid it no mind, focusing on Rain with an intensity that bore through him until they were a whisper away, but then his attention shifted, grabbed by something right outside the door.

The moment broken, Rain followed Mason’s gaze to where Mouse was sitting, watching them with wide golden eyes.

“Voyeur!” Rain proclaimed, and she let out a long meow, moving toward the bedroom, trying to get them to follow and feed her.

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