Page 56 of Rival for Rent

“So fucking entitled,” he said, smiling dangerously. “So used to having everything go your way. Money, power, looks. You’ve had everything fucking handed to you.”

I grabbed him by the tie. “Then put me in my place.”

With that, I kissed him, hard. He fell back against the cushions and I fell with him. I unknotted his tie and pulled it free, then worked on his buttons—all while he did the same to me.

None of this was necessary for the blow job I’d planned to give, but now that I was touching Mason again, I didn’t want to stop. I wanted more of him. All of him. And like he’d said—Iwasused to getting what I wanted.

When we were both shirtless, he began unzipping me, trying to shove my pants and briefs down over my hips.

“Nuh-uh-uh.” I waved a finger and slipped off the couch, standing in front of him. I let my pants fall to the ground, but I hooked my fingers into the waistband of my briefs and swung my hips suggestively. “These don’t come off until you’re naked too.”

“I thought I was putting you in your place tonight,” Mason growled.

“Then do something about it.”

I wasn’t sure if he actually would. He was certainly strong enough to grab me and tug my briefs off himself. I shivered at the thought—it had a certain appeal. But Mason just reached a hand into his own pants and gripped himself.

“Fuck, you look good like that,” he said.

I couldn’t see his cock, still covered by his pants and boxers, but I remembered how big it was. I licked my lips.

“You want this?” He stroked himself slowly.

“God yes.”

“Tell me what you’ll do to earn it.”

“Whatever you want,” I whispered—and realized it was true. It wasn’t just roleplay. I absolutely would do whatever he wanted, if I got another shot at his cock.

“Is that right?” Mason smiled lazily and crooked a finger at me. “Then I guess you’ll have to take these off me.”

I reached forward, but he shook his head. “Not like that. I want you to kneel.”

Oh, fuck. I’d had a lot of messed up fantasies about Mason in high school. Despite the way he’d tormented me, I’d wanted him. I was pretty sure I’d imagined a scene just like this, but set in the locker room. And now I got to do it for real.

I knelt and brought my hands to Mason’s pants, tugging them slowly over his hips and down his legs. I tossed them to the side, then went back for his boxers. His thighs were massive and muscular, covered in light blond hair, and by the time I’d gotten his boxers off, I thought I could probably come just by jerking off to the sight of his legs.

But I didn’t need to, not when his cock was right there. It was as good as I remembered, long and hard. I crawled forward, still on my knees, and pushed his thighs apart.

“Now suck me off.” His tone was positively regal.

“Excuse me?” I glared. “This was my idea, I’ll have you remember.”

“Then act like it,” he said, that lazy grin back again.

I kind of wanted to punch him, but there was more than one way to wipe a grin off someone’s face. So I grasped the base of his cock in one hand and brought my lips to his head. He tasted as good as I’d imagined—tangy and salty, and a little sweaty from all his activity in the kitchen tonight.

“Fuck yes.” His fingers kneaded the back of my neck. “God, you’re good at this.”

Good at this? I’ve barely gotten started.

I wished he would move closer to the edge of the couch. He was sitting far enough back that I had to bend at an awkward angle,and I wasn’t doing my best work. But Mason seemed pleased with me anyway.

His fingers worked the muscles of my back as I worked his cock. He groaned every now and then, and I thought he was getting close when his fingers were suddenly grabbing me by the shoulders and pushing me back.

“What”? I asked, wiping drool from the corner of my mouth. “What’s wrong?”

“Absolutely nothing, except the fact that you’re too far away. That, and you never followed through on your promise. I’m naked. Why aren’t you?”

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