Page 28 of Bear
One breathafter another bursts from me as I attempt to wrap my head around what’s happening between me and Mason. My jaw is tight as I work his zipper down, refusing to look at him for a moment. I need to get out of my head. I want—
My chest clenches. I don’t know what I’m saying. I don’t understand what I want. My skin feels tight, as if I’m going to burst free of it. But I can’t get free, and my misery makes me want to hurt him. Punish him. How fucking dare he come after me. How dare he remind me of how this went three years ago, the last time he tried to help me. For making me remember the night he fucked me until I couldn’t think about anything else.
The morning after, in the light of day—no, no, no. I hadn’t known how to come to terms with what he and I had done. Hadn’t known how to look my friend in the eye. So, I avoided the whole thing. Pushed him away. And I’m really fucking good at that. I told him he took advantage of me in a weak moment. And when he suggested maybe it was something we should try again, I shut him out. Told him to fuck off and leave me alone, that it wasn’t happening.
We haven’t been the same since.
And now, I don’t know what the fuck to think. I don’t fucking want him. I don’t. But my cock swells at the thought of being with him, leaking onto the front of my boxer briefs. Nothing I’m feeling makes any fucking sense.
He wants this, I can see the lust in his eyes, can feel it in the way he’s touched me. But he shouldn’t have fucking come to my rescue. I’ll make him pay for it, too. It means nothing. What I choose to do doesn’t define me. And no one has to fucking know.
Fuck it.I haul Mason closer by the back of his neck, tugging his mouth back to mine. I sweep my tongue over his fucking full lower lip before we crash together again. I have a hold of the waistband of his jeans and yank him to me, letting our cocks line up. It feels so far from what I think I should want, but I also can’t help the way it riles me up. A strange mixture of rage and unholy thoughts bursts through my veins and makes my head go cloudy with yearning.
Disengaging our lip-lock, I shove him onto the bed. Eyeing me without a hint of the jackass smirk I’d have thought he’d be wearing, he crawls backward. He’s a fucking sight with his hair mussed, skin flushed pink and splotchy in places, and his jeans hanging open with the hard bulge of his erection pushing against the confines of his boxer briefs.
I don’t know if this is right or wrong or somewhere in between, but I pop the button on my jeans, too, working the zipper down with one hand as I follow him onto the bed. I brace myself with my forearms and stare into his dark, desire-filled eyes.
A flash of the two of us that night three years ago hits me upside the head, and I search his face, wondering if he remembers it the same way I always have. I’m rocked by the recall of us totally fucking naked, cocks leaking on each other’s stomachs as we writhed together on the bed. Panting. Moaning. No fucking clue what we were doing. My head had been hazy and fucking full of him.
My face goes hot and tingly as the full memory of Mason touching me hits. The feel of his cock breaching my ass. And the way we’d grunted and gasped, moving together as his dick glided in and out. I shut my eyes against it, my jaw locking up, teeth grinding.
When I open them again and search the depths of his eyes, I can’t fucking stop myself. I take his lip into my mouth and bite. He gasps aloud, and I recklessly plunge my tongue into his mouth as I drop my body weight on top of him. The skin-on-skin contact is mind-bending. It sends electric shocks of pleasure down my spine. We’re savage, the two of us, clawing at each other. With every stroke of my tongue, I seek to punish, and I grind my cock against his until we’re pitching and rolling and shifting and straining.
I rear up, shuffling until I can pull Mason’s jeans and underwear from him. His dick juts from his body, harder than hell, the tip glistening with a bead of moisture. He blinks but then is up and on his knees so fast I swear I must be out of it, because he’s staring directly into my eyes as he tugs my jeans over my hips. He reaches into my boxer briefs and pulls out my cock. I hiss as his fist closes around me and groan aloud at the contact. My head twists and screams when his hand shuttles along my length. But, oh fuck, it’s good. The sight of his dexterous, masculine hand working me over only makes me harder than I was before, which shouldn’t be possible, but then again, none of this should be happening at all. I stutter “F-fuck” as he slides his thumb over my slit and brings it to his mouth. He licks it clean, and then pulls my mouth to his. Then this motherfucker maintains eye contact when he dips his tongue inside my mouth.
The taste of me on him comes close to making my head implode, but it also spurs me on and makes me spiral down the path to certain destruction. I ruthlessly kiss him as I glide my hand over his cock, then down to cup his balls, tugging firmly.
His chest stutters, and he draws in a surprised breath before he grasps my ass, pulling us tightly together, our dicks trapped between us. Our mouths slam into another kiss, our arms tangle, and our hands roam. And through it all, we grind. His bare cock touching mine sends me into a fucking frenzy, and he’s right there with me through it all. We tear at each other as we fall to the bed, and I finally kick free of my jeans and underwear.
I mercilessly touch him, running my hands over his firm muscle and smooth skin, not giving him a second to think or breathe, because I don’t want to do those things myself. Sucking on his neck, I rock my hips in time with his, grunting as more and more of our slick pre-cum mixes on our skin between us.
Rising up, I straddle him with every intention of going for the lube when the bastard throws me for a loop, lazily sliding his finger through the mess on his stomach before lifting his arm and bringing it to my mouth, smearing it all over my lips.Dirty, dirty boy.
My tongue slips out for a taste. The salty, musky, earthy flavor ofussends a jolt of undiluted longing through me.I tilt my head to the side as his hand finds my hip and he tugs.
“Get back here,” he grits out.
I dive back down, attacking his mouth and sharing it with him, and our tongues tangle and twist, battling in a war neither of us is going to win. I’m terrified that I’m about to losemyself—in him.
The heat between us, the animalistic grunts and groans, it all feeds into this chaos in my head. I want to ravage him for doing this to me, make him understand there’s a price he’ll pay for doing this to me again. He will cry out for mercy before I’m done. I hope to fuck he’s ready for me to get him back for every sleepless night I’ve had. For every carnal thought of him I’ve had to shove down deep and ignore.
I push myself up, edging back, my mouth ghosting over the dips and ridges of his chest and abs, stopping to lick and suck on his skin, and making him gasp out in surprise and pleasure and fucking agony. And when I get to his cock, I flatten my tongue and lick him all along the underside from base to tip.
He shudders with need and clutches at my hair. I allow my eyes to travel from his dick, where I continue to flick my tongue, ever so slowly up his body until I meet his gaze. There’s pure fire raging in his eyes, and the flames jolt higher when I take him in hand and begin to stroke while closing my lips around the head of his dick. I swirl my tongue, then suck, eliciting a huffed cry from his lips.
“Fuck, Duke. Where the hell did you learn that?” His face is flushed, eyes glazed over as he watches me take his dick to the back of my throat before sliding it most of the way out again. I go after him with a vengeance, making his hips lift from the mattress and his legs quake. I wet my lips, pausing for only a moment to take his balls in my grasp, firmly holding them in my hand while I go back to sucking his dick.
He’s fucking squirming beneath me, panting. I’m relentless. Merciless. He’s losing his goddamn mind.
And I think I am, too. The taste and smell of him floods my senses. I thought at first that I’d suck him off to within an inch of coming, but there’s no way I’m stopping now. I want him to know who’s in fucking control here, and it’s sure as fuck not him. Not right now. He grunts, his breath labored. His stomach muscles dip and twitch. I tug firmly, massaging his balls in my hand, then slip my fingers back, rub them over the skin between his ball sac and his ass.
“Oh god. Fuck.” Mason throws his head back. “I’m gonna— Fuck.” He gasps, bringing his head up again to search my eyes. “Oh god, Duke. I’m gonna—”
He never finishes his sentence as his cum hits the back of my throat in forceful spurts, and I swallow it down. I can tell from the look of utter shock on his face that he wasn’t expecting me to do that. Probably thought I’d pop off at the last second and let him jizz all over himself.
I’m not giving him a single second to think this is over. While he’s lying there in a daze, I grab a bottle of lube from my nightstand and quickly squirt some into my palm, stroking myself roughly. “This is what you wanted,” I growl, my voice low and raspy.
His dark eyes seem almost black as his pupils have dilated, and his cock is still stiff, darkly flushed, and so fucking enticing. I don’t know what it says about my current state of mind, but it turns me on like crazy that I just made him come so hard.
