Page 24 of Fu*kboys in Flannel

I don’t move, just stare at her, watching to see what she’ll do next, and she surprises me by reaching out with nimble fingers and starts unbuttoning my flannel before pushing it off my shoulders.

I let her undress me, mindful of how she moves and anticipating what she’s going to do next.

I’ve always been able to read her body language. It’s a byproduct of constantly watching her through the years more so than the others.

Unbuttoning my pants and tugging them down my legs is halted when she reaches my boots and I grab her by the arms and haul her up, “I got the rest.”

Kicking off my boots, I let everything fall the rest of the way before stepping out of them.

I bend slightly, swinging Tessa up and over my shoulder before walking the fifteen feet to the bed and tossing her on it.

“I don’t have pretty fucking words nor am I going to blow smoke up your ass. I’m going to fuck you until I bust my nut and I really don’t give a fuck if you do. This shit is about me. Do you understand me?” My words are harsh but no less true.

Desire lights her eyes like I knew it would. That little stunt at the pool and then again in the woods shows that Tessa Clarke likes to be degraded and I have no problem giving her that. It serves my own needs well.

I pinch her inner thighs, forcing her to spread them so I can slide between.

I don’t even need to reach out and touch her to know she’s wet enough. I can see her already dripping down to her ass. If I had more fucking time, I’d claim that hole also. I’m not sadistic enough to do it now.

“This is going to be fast and hard, baby. Hold on tight,” is all I manage to say before I’m driving myself into her body at a hurried pace.

There is no still moment to savor. That time has come and gone, and I meant it when I said this would be quick. I grip her hair, pulling her head back hard enough she feels a bite of pain.

I’m chasing my own orgasm but can’t help but bend my head, grabbing one hard peak in my mouth, letting my tongue run over it until I bite her sharply.

As soon as my teeth sink into the flesh of her left breast, her whole body clenches down on my cock. I release her from my mouth and grip her shoulder in my free hand to hold her in place.

“Fuck Mason. I think I might come,” Tessa says between the harsh slapping sounds of our flesh, and she slips one hand between our bodies to play with herself.

When I feel her fingers slide down and circle around my dick to stroke it as I piston in and out of her pussy, I feel my balls tighten and I groan out, “Fucccccck,” pulling myself free from her grip and letting myself spill all over her pussy and hand.

The head of my cock rests against her clit and I decide to push against the button of nerves, thrusting a few times until I watch her eyes flutter as the orgasm washes over her.

Once her body tremors subside, I know it’s time to put distance between us once again.

Rolling off of Tessa and the bed, I walk to the bathroom and wipe myself down before heading back in the bed to sit on the edge.

“We can’t stay here forever, not unless you pick one of us. And before you even start popping off, I’ve heard it all before from your mouth. So just get your ass up, get dressed and once Bennett gets back from wherever the fuck he wandered, we are leaving.” I bend down and kiss her forehead because I can be an endearing kind of fucking guy, unlike what everyone says.

She’s scowling when she gets off the bed before stomping away in a little hissy fit.

I hear the shower turn on and I don’t bother going in there to stir up even more shit. We’ve been pushing her buttons long enough, she’s liable to jump off a fucking cliff at this point.

Throwing on my own clothes takes mere moments once I head into the living room and grab them off the floor.

I’m walking back out to the bedroom with the items for Tessa when I hear the front door open and the sharp sounds of my brother’s voice, “We’re gonna be airing this cabin out for a week with how much it smells like sex and anger. You checked your fucking phone yet, prick?”

Shaking my head, I throw Tessa’s stuff onto the bed and move to sit on the couch, digging my phone out of my pocket to catch up on whatever the fuck it is that I’ve missed.

Scrolling through messages, I familiarize myself with the shit Bennett has put in motion and Grey is sanctioning. He probably got a fucking hard-on picturing what’s about to happen. He’s fucked up like that.

I don’t bother verbalizing shit to Bennett, instead just holding up my phone and nodding to it to let him know I get what the fuck is going to happen, and I have no issues with it. Even if I did, it’s too late now. Everything is already in motion, but Tessa needs to hurry the fuck up in the bathroom and get dressed.

“Spitfire, hurry the fuck up in there. I want to fucking leave, and I promise there’s no amount of bathing that is going to make you feel like you can wash us away.” I yell out to let my words echo and vibrate around the wood.

A door slams and less than two minutes later she appears, drowning in my clothes with her face red and if steam could be emanating from her pores, it would be.

“Let’s fucking go. The sooner I’m away from you two, the quicker I can move on with my fucking life.”

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