Page 47 of Obsessed

“Let’s move to the weeping willow.” Rain pointed at it before joyfully skipping across the yard and disappearing under its branches. Streams of sunlight shifted and danced behind the yellow curtain, making it seem like Rain was in his own dimension, and he grinned up at the old tree before slipping halfway out.

Tilting his head, Rain let his hair spill to one side as Mason caught up, moving around him and using all the angles.

“You know, I read online that weeping willows are a symbol of flexibility and rebirth,” he stated, changing position.

Stopping, Mason lowered the camera, a crinkle in his brow. “Flexibility.”

“Yeah, like when bad things happen? You bend but you don’t break.” Swaying between the branches, Rain studied the bright blue sky, watching a distant airplane make its way across. “I like the rebirth one too.”

Mason quirked an eyebrow and resumed snapping away.

“I think both you and I have had a rebirth in this house. Does that sound silly?” Fiddling with a strand of hair, Rain stepped back behind the curtain and Mason followed.

“No. It’s not silly. The house is a refuge. A sanctuary.” Looking up, Mason took a few shots of the way the sun filtered through the branches, its golden hue making the air magical, and then he focused on Rain with eyes full of understanding. “That’s why I want to keep it. I’d rather burn it down than hand it over to my family.”

Rain gave him an impressed once-over. “I think that’s a felony but you’d look good in orange. And they let you have conjugal visits!”

Mason made a sound between a huff and his true laugh. “You’d look better in the jumpsuit.”

“You know that flattery will get you everywhere with me, right?” Rain flirted, sauntering over. Standing on his toes, Rain gave him a short but sweet kiss that left him tingling. Mason must’ve had the same reaction, because he touched his lips, wonder on his face, but then he snapped to attention, staring down at his camera.

“I have to take more pictures,” he stated, looking up with a grin, and Rain burst into laughter. This time Mason wasn’t going to run away but maybe Rain should hold him down, just to be sure.

“Do you?” Sobering, Rain popped the button on his blazer, sliding it off and carefully setting it on the lush carpet of yellow leaves that layered the ground. Flicking his hair back, he basked in Mason’s intensity, that sea-glass gaze like a spotlight as it took him in.

Slowly, Mason put both cameras down next to the jacket and his black T-shirt quickly followed. For a moment, Rain didn’t move, struck by how gorgeous Mason was, drinking his fill until a frown appeared.

And then he pounced.

Pressing against Mason, Rain rubbed his cheek on the soft chest hair with a sigh, taking in Mason’s unique and addicting scent. But he was supposed to be seducing, not snuggling, and while it sometimes felt better than sex, right now he needed to be filled like a cream puff.

Pulling back, Rain dropped to his knees, dragging his hands down Mason’s stomach and dipping fingertips underneath the waistband of his pants before deftly opening them. The second that familiar girth was in Rain’s grasp his mouth watered and Mason let out a low growl, shifting as he glanced around, but the umbrella of branches blocked them from prying eyes; besides, they were at the back of the property with woodland between them and the neighbor. Only deer and squirrels could see them right now, and Rain was going to give them some tips.

Licking the head of Mason’s cock, Rain sampled the salty fluid that gathered there and then swiftly sank down with a hum.

All Rain heard was a sharp breath and suddenly Mason’s hands were on either side of his head, not forcing, just resting, as if he needed to touch. Rain enjoyed the way those fingers tangled in his hair as he rose and fell, going deeper and deeper until he pushed open the back of his throat. Relaxing, he choked a bit for effect and Mason’s cock got dangerously hard before he hissed and wrenched away.

‘You’re…” Mason wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, clearly frazzled. “You’re too good at that.”

“You have to stop flattering me.” Rain fanned himself with his right hand, proud that he’d brought Mason to the edge so quickly, leaving him shivering and panting. In a way, Rain was glad that he had more experience because he could give Mason the ride of his life, and today he had an extra special treat, something he’d never done with anyone.

Standing, he undid his shiny slacks and they fell to the ground, showing off his stiff, leaking cock.

“Oops,” Rain raised his eyebrows, putting a hand over his mouth in faux surprise. “I forgot to wear underwear!”

He wanted to turn and shake his ass, tease Mason a little more, but all he heard was a growl and suddenly he was in Mason’s hold, being lowered to the ground. Letting out a shocked and not-very-sensual squeak, he looked up into those feral eyes, which were pitch black and ringed with teal.

Wrapping his arms around Mason’s shoulders, Rain wondered if he was about to be swallowed, but when their lips finally met the kisses were slow and gentle. They’d devoured each other enough, now they were taking the time to taste, to give, and tofeel.

Rain hadn’t made out with someone in ages. Kissing had usually been a means to an end but with Mason it became a sensual experience. He didn’t know how much time had passed but the intensity had ratcheted up as their tongues and bodies slid against each other, their hands exploring. Rain still couldn’t get enough of Mason’s stubble, running his thumbs over it before sampling the curves and dips of his muscles, sometimes tangling his fingers in Mason’s short waves and then venturing south to paw at the bulge in Mason’s pants.

Mason’s hands rarely left Rain’s nipples, tugging, pulling, and playing until he continuously whined into Mason’s mouth, a little too close to orgasm for his comfort. If he was going to come, he was going to do it with that majestic cock up his ass.

Giving Mason’s rippling tongue a final suck, he pulled back and Mason’s entire being seemed to rumble, his swollen lips chasing Rain’s.

With a small shake of his head, Rain gingerly pushed on Mason’s chest. “Lie down.”

It took a few seconds to sink through the haze of lust but Mason rolled onto the yellow carpet of leaves, shedding his pants and tossing them aside. Their make-out session had left his cock drooling, and Rain wanted nothing more than to taste the drops that fell to Mason’s stomach and then lick everything he could find, but his hole pulsed, reminding him that he was empty, and he reached into the pocket of his discarded slacks, taking out a packet of lube.

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