Page 42 of Highway To Destiny

Mason studied both of us. “There are no tricks, Connor. One thing about craps is that you can win a lot of money, but you can also lose a lot. I’ve lost in the past. The only trick I learned is reading the energy at the table and how it pays out. I was lucky today. It doesn’t happen that often. When I do win, I play the casino’s money and tuck away what I started with.”

“So, you’re a smart gambler,” Spencer said, sticking a piece of steak in his mouth.

“I try to be. It doesn’t mean I’ve always been smart, especially when losing, and I end up chasing my tail. That’s when people get into money troubles. I learned a humbling lesson years ago when I couldn’t pay a couple of bills that were due because I got greedy.” Mason went quiet and looked like a dad about to scold his kids. “Remember this, guys—this city was built on casino money. The green stuff that people poured into slot machines and threw on tables gave this city its huge resorts and monolithic video monitors. It can be fun, but it can also eat you alive.”

His mini-lecture was sobering, but it was a good reminder not to get carried away with its allure.

After dinner, which Mason generously paid for, we needed to get back to the hotel for the show. I could tell Mason was ambivalent about what he was about to encounter. I held his hand on the way to the theater and through most of the show so he had an anchor. He was amazed at the opulence and talent paraded on stage. He even exclaimed, ‘Wow!’ a couple of times.

When the show was over, I needed Mason to come back to the room with me. Spencer and I already agreed for him to hit a gay nightclub off The Strip. That would give Mason and me the room to ourselves. If Spencer got back early and saw theDo Not Disturbsign on the door, he would find something, or someone, to do until I removed it.

Spencer took his own rideshare to the nightclub, and Mason and I snagged a cab to the hotel. Mason didn’t act surprised, but I think he felt relieved with the way things played out. We held hands through the hotel lobby and up to the bank of elevators.Once inside, the crowd ruined our privacy. The elevator was packed, and I had to settle for resting my hand on his ass against the polished wall. He snickered when I gave it a quick pinch. The ride to the twenty-third floor was torture.

When we got to the room, and I attempted to look for my keycard, Mason muzzled my neck from behind, which only made me fumble more. Once inside, I took theDo Not Disturbplacard and put it on the door handle, closed the door, and locked it. Mason took my face in both hands and languidly kissed my lips, tender at first and then with abandon.

We stood with our bodies pressed together, breathing heavily as our tongues dueled. Mason broke our kiss and pushed me to the edge of the bed. He grabbed the front of my shirt and pulled it apart with a quick yank. The buttons clattered across the room.

“Hey,” I protested. “That’s my best shirt.”

Mason snorted and dove onto my neck, licking the hollow above my collarbone. “I’ll buy you another one,” he huffed as he bit my earlobe. My cock grew uncomfortably hard in my jeans when he grabbed the back of my neck and planted a hungry kiss on my mouth.

My mind suddenly became conflicted, and I didn’t know where it came from.Who is this man ravaging me? This man who’d always been straight but is now hell-bent on devouring my body. Is this really happening right now?

I pushed my thoughts aside and grabbed his ass tightly. My fingers couldn’t move fast enough as I unbuttoned his shirt and pushed it off his arms. Our chests heaved as sweat glistened on our skin, and I felt his trimmed body hair graze my torso.

“Oh, Daddy…I need you so much,” I whimpered. He ran his tongue up by my pulse point and then landed his now bruised lips on mine, sucking my tongue into his mouth. I was coming undone. I’d never had this type of want and passion from someone in my life, and I fed off it. I wanted more. I wanted more of him.

Mason’s hands went to the top button of my jeans, and he slipped his palm down under my jockstrap and around my rigid cock. I threw my head back as he unzipped my jeans with his other hand and kneaded my throbbing dick, sandwiching both hands around the shaft. I could only hold onto his arms so as not to fall onto the bed.

He took his hands from my leaking cock and pushed me backward. As I fell, he grabbed my legs and pulled my jeans off. All I could get out was a “Yes!” He kept my legs in the air, looking at the red jockstrap he loved so much, and then pulled my jock and socks off. I was completely naked and exposed. I reached up to try and pull him on top of me, but he stood firm.

“Hike up your knees and spread your legs,” he commanded, pulling my butt to the edge of the mattress. My thoughts drifted back to my jackoff session in my dorm room when I fantasized about Mason, wanting his cock to breach my hole. My dick was so hard, and my balls ached. I knew I wouldn’t last long.

In one swift move, Mason was on his knees, his face level with my ass. I wanted his mouth to take me down or suck my balls, but to my surprise, I felt his hands spread my cheeks open, and he swirled his tongue around my hole. “Oh my God, Mason…oh fuck, that feels so good.” He ran his tongue along my crack, which made me shudder. “Fuck…oh, FUCK,” I cried out.

His tongue stopped exploring. “Let me own you tonight,” was all he said, and I nodded. He then probed my hole with his tongue, trying to fuck me with it. I pushed against his face, wanting him to push it deeper. That was so unexpected, and I knew I’d need to ask what possessed him. That was advanced shit, and I was in heaven.

“Mason, I need your cock inside me. You’re killing me here.”

“Not quite yet, babe,” he said wryly. “Where’s your lube?”

“There, in the nightstand,” I replied wickedly.

Mason got off his knees and went to the nightstand, opened the drawer, and froze. “What’s this?” I craned my neck to see his dazed expression as he held my dildo in his hand.

“Oh, that! Just a little toy I thought we might play with. I brought it, hoping we’d have the chance to use it.”

“It’s been a long time since I’ve used a toy like this on someone,” he said as he brought the dildo and lube to the bed, brandishing a dirty smile.

Mason got back on his knees, still in his jeans, and squeezed a generous amount of lube over my hole. “I don’t want to push this inside you without a little preparation, but I’ll comply with your wishes soon enough.” I had begun to twitch and wiggled my ass in response. He pushed one digit into me, and I pushed against it as it slid in. It wasn’t enough.

“Add another finger,” I demanded. I was getting impatient, and I was sure Mason relished the moment of control.

“Bossy.” He smirked and added a second finger into my well-lubed hole.

I was in heaven and groaned loudly. “I’m ready for that toy now,” I said after I felt primed. I wanted to be stretched enough so he could drive his cock deep into me once he was ready.

Mason stopped finger fucking me but didn’t remove his fingers. He hesitated, looked at me, and said, “By the way, I was tested a few months before we met…and I haven’t been with anyone but you. I wanted you to know I’m clean.”

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