Page 128 of Worthy

He jumps up so fast to grab the condom and lube, it makes me chuckle, but when I see his hand trembling, I smile sweetly at him, taking the condom out of his hand and opening it, then slowly rolling it down his length so he won’t have to.

“Do you want to watch me prep myself?” I ask and then watch as his focus drops down to my cock and then back up to my eyes. His pupils are blown wide, and his Adam’s apple bobs in his throat as he nods.

“Y-yes. Oh God.” He reaches down, gripping the base of his cock and moaning softly. “I might not make it though.”

I smile at that, leaning forward to steal his lips. “No matter when you come, I’ll love it. I’ll love everything we do together.”

He smiles at that, shakily nodding his head as I lie back on the bed, grabbing the lube, and squirting some onto my fingers. I circle my hole slowly before pushing inside. He lets out a strangled moan that causes me to smile again before I add another finger, tipping my head back and closing my eyes as I feel myself stretching. When I add three, I open my eyes, getting the most beautiful view of the man before me.

His body is lean but muscled in the most perfect way. His eyes are wide and full of lust, and his cheeks are flushed with desire. “I’m ready for you, Mason.”

He nods, moving toward me as I remove my fingers from my ass but hand him the bottle of lube before he gets in position. He pours some on his hand and strokes his shaft, all while eyeing my stretched hole.

When he tosses the lube and notches the head of his cock at my entrance, he freezes, looking unsure so I lean up, taking his lips again. When I feel him relax, I do too, allowing him to slide inside of me inch by devastatingly slow inch, until he’s fully seated.

“That’s it. You feel so fucking good inside me,” I encourage him, grasping his firm cheeks in my hands as he thrusts in and out of me.

When he pegs my prostate, I cry out loudly, startling him at first until he realizes what happened and starts hammering that spot over and over again.

“Yes.”

“Oh my God, I’ve never felt anything so incredible in my entire life.”

I’m a panting, sweaty mess under him as I nod frantically, kissing him in a sloppy, unorganized way, but we don’t care. I reach between us, stroking myself and squeezing his long cock with my ass over and over until I’m erupting between our already slick bodies.

He cries out, his entire body going stiff and his cock jerking inside me as he releases into the condom.

Moments later, he collapses on my sweaty chest and pants, “That was awesome.”

I chuckle and swipe at his matted hair, kissing his temple. “Yeah. It really was.”

I may be in trouble here.

Chapter eight

Mason

I try to sneak into the cabin in the early morning hours, but I’m unsuccessful, and Sarah totally busts me. She’s sitting on the couch, ready to pounce when I walk in. “Oh my God, it’s my best friend!” She stands up, walking over to me, still in the shorts and t-shirt she wears to bed. “Well, myformerbest friend. Because I haven’t seen you for days.”

I roll my eyes at her dramatics, but I know she’s just messing around with me. “I’m sorry, but if you were having nearly as much fun as I’ve had this week, you’d understand.”

“And who says I haven’t?” She waggles her eyebrows, and I pull her over to the couch, excitement bubbling up.

“You have?”

She blushes slightly and shrugs her small shoulders. “Maybe.”

“No way. Don’t be coy with me.”

She giggles and then relents. “Fine. Maybe I’ve been spending a lot of time with Patty.”

“Patty? The waitress at Owen’s restaurant?”

She nods, looking really pleased with herself. “That would be the one.”

“Slut,” I tease, and she laughs, laying her head on my shoulder. “Uh-huh, I so am. And what about you?”

“Oh, I’m totally slutty for Owen.” And I have no shame about it. We’ve spent all our free time this week hanging out together.

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