Page 84 of The Snuggle is Real
Peppermint Bark greeted us at the door, and I fidgeted impatiently while Mason stroked his ears and called him a good boy.
I stepped up behind Mason, wrapping my arms around him and pressing my hard dick against his round ass. “We going to move this along soon?”
He sagged against me, letting me take his weight with a groan. “Yes, god. Please.”
I slipped my hands under his sweater, coasting my callused palms over hot, silky skin. I circled his nipples with my thumbs, slowly, teasingly, until he made a broken sound in his throat. I pinched each bud, tugging and twisting, and Mason arched with a delicious moan.
I dragged his sweater up, and he raised his arms so I could pull it over his head.
He turned in my arms. “I thought we were supposed to be gettingyouout of that ugly sweater?”
I grinned. “I’m not stopping you.”
Mason yanked my sweater up, and I struggled out of it, tossing it aside. He nuzzled into my chest, much as he had at the pub, but this time he rubbed against the hair between my pecs.
“Love your chest,” he murmured.
“Yeah?” I guided his chin up and took his mouth in another greedy kiss. “I love your lips.”
He smiled, looking almost shy. “That’s a start.”
“But not the finish,” I said as I pushed him against the door.
Peppermint Bark was still in the living room, but he’d lost interest in us—or perhaps sussed out that we weren’t going to be handing out any more head pats for a while. He ventured to a corner and flopped down with a rawhide chew.
I went down to my knees in front of Mason, the newly finished hard floor sending a jolt of pain through me as I landed. But it was worth it to see the way Mason’s eyes widened. “Are—are you going to?—”
“If I may?”
“Yes,” he blurted. “I mean, if you’re sure you want…”
I yanked open the button of his jeans and hooked my fingers in his waistband. “I know you have doubts about me doing this whole guy thing for the first time. But I’m going to show you I’m more than ready.”
He bit his bottom lip, pupils blown. “Okay.”
I tugged his jeans and briefs down to his thighs. His cock popped loose of the fabric, slender but long, flushed a pretty rose hue—not the angry purple mine probably was right now—with a tiny bead of precum on the head.
I’d never given other men’s cocks much thought beyond how I compared, but I couldn’t deny that seeing Mason hard and needy for me was entirely different.
My mouth began to water. “Sweetheart, this cock looks tasty as hell. Can I prove to you how much I want it?”
He whimpered a bit.
“Is that a yes?”
“Yes,” he whispered.
I licked the tip, the precum sharp on my tongue, but nothing I hadn’t tasted on myself before.
Mason’s hands clenched in my hair. “Oh, god.”
“I haven’t even started yet,” I said with a chuckle.
“Then fucking start,” he growled, yanking me toward his dick. “Suck it.”
Fuck, yeah. Mason getting assertive and dirty was hot as hell. I opened my mouth and took him in, working my tongue along the underside of his shaft.
“Ford, fuck, that’s so good. You’re doing so good.”
