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Mason arches a brow and takes a quick breath. “Yeah. We’ll let you think that.”
Fucker. How the fuck does he know what’s in my head? Does he realize that I fucking know he’s not coercing me? That he didn’t the first time either? Tension coils within me.Dick. Fuck, how does he get into my head like this?
“We’ll see how smart that mouth is when I shove my cock deep in your ass.”
“Challenge accepted.” He sits up and rolls over, getting to his hands and knees, and it’s fucking on. I get behind him and smear my lubed-up fingers over his asshole. He hisses but pushes his ass in my direction. I’m not especially gentle, but it doesn’t seem to matter to him, as he makes a sound that is half moan, half plea when I slide a finger inside him. “Fucking give it to me, Duke.” He turns his head to look over his shoulder at me. His jaw is tight, and I can’t quite tell what he’s thinking, but if he’s giving me the go-ahead, I’m not holding back.
I pick up the lube and squirt more at the top of his crack and let it slip down between his cheeks. I want him to ask for it. I want him fucking begging. Pushing his upper body down to the mattress, I plant my hands on his ass cheeks and spread them apart, sliding the underside of my cock through the lube, up and down the crease of his ass. My teeth grind because it fucking feels phenomenal, and my head is beginning to spin at the sensation.
His chest jerks, and he moans into the bedding beneath him. I lift one hand and smack his ass, but it’s well-muscled enough that it hardly moves, but it does make him yelp. “Fuck.”
“Mm-hmm.” I continue to slip my cock over him. The more I do it, the more labored his breathing becomes.
“Duke.” He looks over his shoulder. That lip I’ve found I like to bite is caught between his teeth. His eyes are glazed over with lust.
“Yeah?”
His breaths gust from him, and he pushes his ass back against me. “You talk a big—”
He doesn’t get to finish because I slam forward. A wild keening sound rips from his throat as I slide deep inside. “Fuuuck.” It’s so damn intense, my vision begins to tunnel. I ease back just a bit, then stroke forward with a snap of my hips. Again. And again.Holy fucking shit.My cock is in his ass—and that’s not all that has me sweating. He pushes back against me, taking more of my dick with every mind-bending thrust. A low-level buzz sounds in my head, and I can’t focus on anything but me and Mason and the way his ass is clamped around my cock.
His breathing is erratic, but he spreads his legs wider, giving me more room to work. “Oh fuck.”
“That’s right.” I grip his hips and plunge my cock as far as it will go, balls deep, then pull out and plunge back in.
His head snaps up and his fingers clutch the sheet, twisting it in his fingers. “Harder,” he groans out, meeting me halfway with every fucking stroke.
My heart is threatening to come out of my chest, pounding hard against my rib cage, and sweat pops out on my brow the faster I move. I watch how he’s taking me, and my lungs constrict in my chest. My fingers sink into his skin as I keep up the frantic rhythm we’ve set. I lift one hand and smack his ass again. He lets out a low moan in response.
His body shudders. “Fuck. My dick is leaking all over the sheets.”
“Is my fat cock gonna make you come again?” I lean forward and collar the back of his neck, running my other hand over his back.
“Y-yes. Fuck. Goddamn. Almost there.”
My balls are heavy with the need to come, too. I can’t even believe I’ve held out so fucking long because it’s been a possibility I’d fucking lose it with every twitch and clench of his tight, tight ass.
Suddenly, this isn’t enough. I pull out and flip him over on his back. He gasps at the sudden change, but I’m on him, pushing his legs up, exposing him to me again. I lean in, nudging his ass with my cock, and I swear to fuck, he greedily takes me back inside him. My eyes widen as I stare for the first time directly into his eyes while I’m filling him up. He stares right back, his jaw clenched. I rock into him and watch the changing expressions on his face. Lust. Passion. Absolute fucking rapture.
I take it a step further and lie on top of him, chest to chest, with his weeping dick caught between us, and our lips find each other, teeth gnashing, tongues plunging deep, like we’re looking to find as many ways to be connected to each other as possible. I take his head between my hands and hold him to me, while his hands claw at my back and my ass, trying to pull me closer.
Our chests heave together as we go at it, and it doesn’t take much longer before I feel the orgasm roll down my spine. My balls draw up, and I grunt into Mason’s mouth as I come hard. The way he fucking whimpers, I could swear he feels me shoot my load inside him.
He tears his mouth from mine, his body quaking, and then he’s coming, too, his release spurting from his thick cock and smearing between us as we continue to writhe against each other. I lean in, skimming my lips over his jawline, then bare my teeth to nip at him before sucking on his neck. He moans and shifts beneath me. It feels too fucking good.Waytoo fucking good.
I don’t want this to be over. Because I’ll have to go right back to hating him.
SIXTEEN
LENNON
My stomach pitches,falling into nothingness. I wake, gasping at the sudden feeling of being submerged. Water floods my mouth, and I choke on it as I try to breathe. What’s happening? Why?
Instinct has me pushing to the surface, and I come up coughing and gagging, trying to expel the chlorinated water from my lungs.Chlorinated.Wait. Confusion reigns.
How the hell did I end up in the motherfucking pool? I blink, recognizing the blare of the house alarm crashing through the still of the night. Oh my god, what have I done? Shock jolts through me as Mason appears at the back door. His eyes widen, horror crossing his features as he sprints toward me. Still hacking up a lung, I wipe water out of my eyes as I swim the short distance to the edge of the pool. Bracing my arms on the edge, I let my chest hitch violently in protest of my misadventure.
“Lennon!” Mason doesn’t stop running until he’s in the pool at my side. “What the fuck? Are you okay?” His wild eyes search mine, and he puts a hand to my back, rubbing as I continue to cough.
