Page 87 of Obsessed

After that, there were only gasps, soft noises, and Mason’s rumbling growl as the two of them drowned in pleasure. Rain let go of his legs, wrapping all his limbs around Mason and holding on tight, knowing that after this he would never be the same.

“Mason…” he managed to squeak out, finding Mason’s gaze and clinging to it, using it to stay afloat as Mason increased the tempo, changing up the pattern to keep Rain blissfully guessing and leaking all over his stomach. But when the thrusts slowed, Rain’s brows arched with questions.

Mason kissed him, quickly swiping Rain’s lips with his tongue.

“Can I try something?”

Rain eagerly nodded.

“More research?” He tried not to groan as Mason slid out, but all of a sudden he was turned on his side and spooned from behind, Mason’s large body curling around him.

“I saw it in one of the videos.” Mason fluffed the pillow, making sure Rain’s head was comfortable, and grasped his top thigh, pulling it up. With a grunt, Mason swiped over Rain’s hole, tracing the rim with a fingertip. “You’re so open.”

“Nnnn,” Rain threw his head back onto Mason’s shoulder. “And wh-whose fault is that?”

Mason nipped at his ear.

“Mine,” he growled in such a low gritty tone that Rain’s cock twitched.

Twisting his neck. Rain tilted his head up for a kiss that Mason enthusiastically returned. Lost in the deft talent of Mason’s tongue, Rain didn’t realize that Mason had moved until he slid back inside, easily filling him again, and he moaned into Mason’s mouth.

Using the hold on Rain’s thigh, Mason held him still as he speared him from both ends, the position crushing Mason’s cock into that perfect place every single time. Riding the sensation, Rain skyrocketed through the stratosphere, his own dick drooling and begging to be touched.

A hand snaked under Rain and suddenly his nipples stung as Mason alternated between them, twisting and pulling. All of the zings and electricity balled together, and Rain soared even higher, his peak in sight, so when Mason’s fingers drifted south and wrapped around Rain’s shaft, orgasm took over.

Arching back, Rain let out an echoing cry, riding the bliss as he spent himself across the sheets. He could feel his channel fluttering in response, causing Mason to grunt and press in all the way, and he buried his face in Rain’s neck, coming with a low growl, his cock stretching Rain and filling him to the brim.

With a matching groan, Rain tried to clench around him as much as possible, grinning when Mason jerked. He played around a few more times and the two of them stayed locked together until they caught their breath.

Eventually, Mason slipped out and Rain turned, cupping his face again.

“That was amazing.” It was a relief to know that he could have this kind of intimacy again without flashes. That didn’t mean he was healed but it was a big step in the right direction.

“Good,” the concern on Mason’s face shifted to relief. “Good.”

A long and loud meow on the other side of the door brought them both back into the present and Rain huffed out a laugh.

“Your calves have been spared once again.” Sitting up, he cringed, feeling sore and sticky in the best way. “I think I earned today’s shower.”

“You go first. Or I can join you.” Mason wasn’t as innocent as he seemed and Rain gave him a smirk, picking up on the flirting.

“If you join me, we’ll be late for Marci and Isaiah’s wedding.” Besides, Rain couldn’t go another round, his legs were still shaking. Grabbing his cell from the bedside table, he checked the time. “Uh oh.”

“What’s wrong?” Searching for his sweatpants, Mason stopped, looking at the clock on his phone. “We have a few hours.”

“And I have fifteen texts on my lock screen.” He swiped open the messenger app. “Ollie sent me a link to ‘I Just Had Sex’ since I haven’t replied to anyone yet.”

“Today is going to be fun.” Mason’s deadpan should be studied.

“Was that sarcasm, Mason? Humor? You should save your strength.” Hoping his legs worked, Rain stood, and when they didn’t buckle, he gathered his disheveled hair and put it in a clip. Opening the door, he let Mouse in and she fluidly jumped on the bed and then to one of the wall perches that Mason had gotten her for Christmas.

“I’ll double-” Mason lurched forward, rudely interrupted as she launched herself onto his shoulder. No longer a dainty kitten, her landings now had weight but Mason always took it in stride. Eyes still on Rain, Mason reached up, absently stroking Mouse under the chin as she draped across him like a neck warmer. “I’ll double-check the equipment. You shower first.” Which was his way of saying they’d leave as soon as possible.

“Yay!” Rain grinned, but it immediately dropped from his face as something slid down his leg. Sprinting to the bathroom, he cleaned up, getting ready while Mason took a turn in the shower.

As the assistant photographer and a guest, he chose an alternative suit with wide-legged pants and a jacket that buttoned up to his neck. Slicking back his hair, Rain used his special-occasion black shimmery eyeliner, which made him look sleek and catlike, and of course the ensemble wasn’t complete without Joyce’s bracelet, which shone on his wrist, fitting perfectly.

Checking himself over in the mirror, he took a few selfies, and when Mason strolled out of the shower he stopped short, his eyes wide and his lips parted.

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