Page 48 of Obsessed

When he’d thought of this surprise, it had seemed like a slam dunk, but now that he was about to reveal it, doubts whispered in his ear.

Mason must’ve noticed because a comforting palm rested on Rain’s shoulder, spreading calm through his system.

“We can stop.” Mason had reeled himself in and concerned lined his pinched brows. The consideration was so lovely that it took Rain a moment to answer.

“We don’t have to.” Rain gave him a self-deprecating grin. “I have a surprise.”

“Is it a good surprise.” Mason’s brows narrowed a bit more.

“Depends.” Rain cracked his neck, forcing himself to blurt it out. “I got tested last week and I’m clean, but I’ve always been careful. Tristan told me ‘never without a condom’ and I lived by that rule. Until now.” With a sweep of his arm, he handed over the packet of lube.

Mason stared down at it for a few seconds and Rain could tell when understanding dawned because his head snapped back up and he gave Rain a downright demonic look. “I’m clean too.”

Rain knew that Mason would be, but he still needed to hear the words out loud.

“Good.” This time he didn’t have to push on Mason’s chest because he fell back, scattering leaves around him, and Rain couldn’t help but admire once more, his eyes following the trail of dark hair from Mason’s stomach down to the thatch of curls around his cock, which bobbed when Rain laid eyes on it. “Because I want you to come inside me.”

If he didn’t know that Mason was a gentle soul he would’ve been scared, because that intensity became a sort of pressure, almost knocking Rain back. Opening the lube packet with shaking hands, Mason tried to smear some on his fingers, but Rain straddled him, putting a leg on either side of his hips and loving the feel of that long cock against his balls and perineum. Grasping Mason’s wrist, Rain plucked the lube from his hands and slid back to Mason’s thighs, slicking up the luscious cock that sat in front of him.

“Nnnn.” Eyelids fluttering, Mason grit his teeth.

“See, the thing is, I’ve been wanting you to fuck me forhours,” Rain said conversationally, making sure that Mason’s dick was nicely coated. And he wasn’t lying, he’d woken up with a hard-on that could break concrete, but Mason had been in the darkroom all day. “So, I decided to stretch myself in the shower to save some time.”

Turning until he faced away, he pressed his chest to Mason’s legs, reached back, and spread his cheeks, showing Mason his hole.

“Does it look like it’ll fit?” he asked in a soft, breathy tone, sliding in three already-lubed fingers. He’d never get over how warm he was on the inside, but he didn’t have room for thought as Mason shifted and another finger slid in with his, pushing his limits beautifully. “M-Mason!” He didn’t realize he had cried out until his voice echoed back to him.

A low growl surrounded Rain as the finger pumped, dragging his along for the ride, and he began to rock his hips, enjoying the sensation a little too much because he felt particularly empty when it left. However, that was just the appetizer; now it was time for the main course.

Taking out his fingers, he faced Mason again and that gaze held worship and wonder, as if Mason couldn’t believe any of this was real. Rain could relate. He thought he’d been having good sex, but then he met Mason, who was leagues better than anyone Rain had ever been with, and he still couldn’t believe his luck.

Sitting up on his knees, Rain reached behind him. Holding Mason’s cock and gaze steady, he slowly lowered himself, loving the pressure and stretch as Mason slid in impossibly far, sealing him up tight with a mutual groan.

“How does it feel?” Rain rasped, seeing the strain across Mason’s brow as he opened his mouth and then closed it. Instead of words, he grunted, putting one hand on Rain’s waist and fisting Rain’s cock with the other.

“Shit,” Rain arched in pleasure, far too riled up. He better start riding because neither of them were going to last long.

Clenching, Rain circled his hips a few times, grinding the head of Mason’s cock into that perfect spot, and then he rose, almost passing out from the bliss once he dropped down. Taking a long breath, he did it again, sliding Mason’s cock out and pushing it back in, and this time he managed to keep his soul in his body. Slowly establishing a rhythm, Rain undulated like a temptress and the fingers around his waist pressed in deeply, hanging on.

But then the hand on Rain’s cock squeezed and Rain stuttered in his dance, his movements going jagged as electricity shot through him, bringing him close to the edge again. He tried to slow his hips and gain some control but in one swift motion, Mason sat up, keeping them together as he shuffled toward the tree, resting his back against its trunk.

All that shifting around had Rain’s spot singing and his cock leaking like a faucet, and the new position gave him no respite because now Mason had leverage. Tilting his pelvis up, Mason began to bounce Rain in his lap and all Rain could do was hold on for dear life because somehow that cock was goingdeeper.

“M-Ma-son!” He managed to gasp out, and he would’ve fallen backward if Mason hadn’t been holding him by the waist, keeping him steady as he rode that cock like a pogo stick, his eyes rolling up into the back of his head when a hand wrapped around his shaft, jerking him in time to the bounces.

He’d fucked in a lot of unique places but it was a spiritual experience being under the branches of the weeping willow, draped in yellow-gold light as the autumn air caressed his body, and he ascended into the heavens when warm wet suction pulled on his right nipple. Mason’s teeth nibbled and tugged, causing Rain to whine and shake in sheer pleasure, and Mason must’ve heard his plea, for he released the nipple, slowing the speed of their thrusts and tenderly threading fingers through Rain’s hair, bringing him close.

Chests heaving, they stared into each other’s eyes. Even though Rain’s mind had been reduced to scrambled eggs, he could easily see the adoration and reverence in Mason’s gaze, along with the odd interest that Rain was beginning to put a frightening name to.

But as their lips met, all of Rain’s thoughts vanished, his entire being narrowing down to their passionate kisses and the way Mason nipped at Rain and swirled his tongue.

At some point, Mason began to lightly bounce him again but their lips stayed firmly locked together, and Rain cried out into Mason’s mouth as a sure hand worked his cock, everything layering together to spiral him up and up until he didn’t know who he was or what he was doing. All he wanted was release, which bore down on him like a freight train.

Their rhythm stuttering, Mason let out a small grunt that vibrated against Rain’s tongue, and it sent him over the edge. Jolting hard, he pulled away from the kiss, relying on Mason to hold him up as he arched back and came so hard his vision went blurry.

Fingers sinking into Rain’s skin, Mason froze, following Rain over the cliff as his cock swelled, pushing against Rain’s walls and prolonging the ripples of pleasure as it filled him to the brim. It felt more intimate and sensual than expected, and Rain rocked his hips, trying to make it last as he slowly floated back down to reality.

Opening his eyes, he found Mason staring as usual, but his features had softened, the light leaving a pattern of golden leaves on his face, making it shine. If Rain didn’t know any better, he’d say that Mason was pretty damn happy.

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