Page 101 of Rival for Rent

I blinked. “Have you done that before?”

“Would it bother you if I had?” He grinned.

“No! But fucking a guy in the ass is one thing.Eatinghis ass is another. On the gay scale, I mean.”

He wiggled his eyebrows. “What can I say? I like olive oil.”

“I did take a shower, you know. I’m not exactly going to be drizzling it out onto you.”

“It’s okay. I’ll get the residue.”

“Mixed with cum and green tea body wash? That hardly sounds appetizing.”

“Will you stop objecting and sit on my face already?”

I laughed. “I just want to make sure it’s what you want. You don’t have to dive into anything.”

“Kai, I thoughtIwas going to loseyoutonight and it nearly killed me. I don’t want to hold back.”

“Fine, you asked for it. If I taste like a Caesar salad, that’s on you.”

“Caesar salad has creamy dressing. If that’s how you want to taste, we’d better get some cream up there. Some anchovies too.”

“You’re disgusting.”

“I’m just giving you the recipe. You have to use anchovies if it’s going to be authentic.”

“If you come anywhere near my asshole with fish, I will end you.”

“Big words.” He laughed. “You gonna back ‘em up?”

“You’re impossible,” I told him. But I did backmyselfup.

Mason was lying back against the pillows, and it was a little awkward to get into position, but I forgot all about that when I felt his hands spread my ass apart, his warm, wet tongue sliding down to my hole. That made me forget just abouteverything, though I did at least try to suck his cock with some degree of competence. But it was hard when all I could think about was how good his tongue felt as it pressed into me, and how soon it would be his cock pressing into me instead.

Mason turned out to be amazing at eating ass, using his tongue and lips and even teeth to tease my hole, then push into it, getting it wet and sloppy with spit. I hoped it was just spit, at least, and not residual oil. Even that thought wasn’t enough to turn me off, though.

Someday, I was going to need to sit Mason down and make him tell me what he and his fellow Marines did while they were overseas. But right now, I needed his dick inside me. I looked over my shoulder.

“Mason, I need it. I need you.”

I crawled off of him and grabbed the lube from the nightstand. I slicked his cock with it, and then my hole. He watched me like I was the only water for two hundred miles, and he was dying of thirst. I prepped myself with my fingers, then smiled at him. “Ready?”

“I feel like I should be asking you that,” he said. “Ready to make some Caesar dressing?

“One more joke like that, and I’m going to start thinking you have a kink for Italian food.”

“You got me. I want to fuck the Little Caesar’s mascot.” He grinned.

“I guess he and I are both short.”

“Mmm, you’d look delicious in a toga.”

I straddled him again, but this time I faced him, so I could look him in the eye as I positioned him right at my entrance. Then I sat back, easing myself onto his cock. It was still a stretch, but a good one. I loved the way he filled me up—how he found space inside me that I didn’t know I had.

I pulled off slightly, then sat back down, moving slowly at first. I wanted to draw this out, make it as good for him as it was for me. I closed my eyes and brought my hand to my chin, then trailed my fingers down my neck and chest.

“Touch yourself,” he breathed, his voice thick. “I want to watch.”

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