Page 102 of Rival for Rent

I let my hand fall to my cock, toying with the tip. My fingers were still slippery as they glided over the head, then grasped my shaft. I pressed up with my knees, pulling off his cock a little more, then sinking down again. I couldn’t contain a groan, and I realized I’d have to strike my no-moaning-in-front-of-Mason law from the books. I’d been breaking it for too long now, and I didn’t plan on stopping.

Mason held my hip with his good hand, his fingers stroking the skin there, then gripping into it as I began to move faster, sliding down onto his cock, then off, then back down again faster and faster.

“Fuck, I can’t take it anymore,” he said.

Before I could ask what he meant, he was pulling me down on top of him. Then he rolled, sohewas on top, propped up on his good arm. He thrust his hips, his cock sliding deeper into me.

“Jesus. Are you really going to fuck me while doing a one-armed push-up?”

“You gotta problem with that?” He thrust his hips again.

“Show-off,” I grumbled. “I always knew you were arrogant.”

“It’s not arrogance if you can back it up.”

“I’m not sure that’s the actual definition offfffffuhhhhck,” I groaned as his cock pumped into me again. “Are you sure this is good for your ribs?”

He laughed, winced, and shrugged. “I’m pretty sure it’s not, but I’mpositivethat I don’t care, when I can make you moan like that.”

Hmm. Maybe I needed to restructure the no-moaning law instead of abolishing it entirely. Now that I knew how much he liked it, I might need to dole my moans out more sparingly, as encouragement and reward.

But I’d have to consider that later, because right now, I was too busy being impressed—and then having my consciousness wiped entirely. The new position gave Mason a leverage he hadn’t had before, and god, I loved it. I wrapped my legs around him like a koala, urging him on, harder and faster.

“Touch yourself,” he growled again.

I brought my hand back, my eyes closing in the intense rush of pleasure sweeping over me. I was close. I stroked myself faster, moving my hand in time with his cock thrusting inside me.

Mason came first. His breath caught and his hips stuttered. He fell onto his elbow, his head hanging down. His cock throbbed within me. I grabbed the back of his neck and pulled him in for a kiss as he pulsed inside me, stroking myself a few final times until I came too, spilling into the hot, sweaty space between our bodies.

When I could finally think again, I pushed him back.

“What’s wrong?” he asked, frowning down at me.

“Nothing, withme. But I don’t want you going back to the hospital a third time, so please lie on your back and stop fucking up your ribs for once.”

“If fucking up my ribs is the price I have to pay for fucking you…” he shrugged and smiled.

“That’s your post-orgasm haze talking. Give it a few more minutes until your post-orgasm clarity kicks in, and then you’ll appreciate me trying to keep you out of the ER.”

“I don’t know,” he said. “Last time I was at the ER, this hot guy was sending me all these sexts. I kind of enjoyed that.”

“I promise, I will sext you all you want if youlie down.”

With a final pout that was sexier than it had any right to be, he pulled out and rolled onto his back. I heaved a sigh of relief. As far as I was concerned, he should go back and get another X-ray right now, but for tonight, I would settle for him not making things any worse.

I handed him some tissues before cleaning myself up, then brought his water bottle and my glass from the bathroom back to the bedroom with me. I wouldn’t even let him sit back up to drink. I squeezed the water out of his bottle in a stream so he could swallow it.

“Mmm. Kinfdsdfhjhsdfasdfk—” he sputtered, trying to talk before I’d stopped squirting. I laughed and waited for him to stop coughing.

“I was going to saykinky,” he said when he got his coughing under control. “But now my ribs hurt too much to be turned on.”

“Good. Maybe you’ll finally stop pushing yourself then.”

I set the water bottle and glass back on the nightstand, then crawled into bed and pulled the top sheet over us. I pressed up against him and threw an arm over his chest—lightly. Very lightly.

We lay in silence for a few minutes, his chest rising and falling under my arm, the night holding us close. I inhaled deeply andclosed my eyes. I’d almost lost this—almost lost him—and I was never going to take what we had for granted again.

“Mason?” I said.

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