Page 79 of Rival for Rent

His lips were firm and warm as they slid over mine. The kiss felt secret. Not shameful, but like we were under a spell that might break if either of us spoke. I thought he could feel it too. We could have this moment, give into this tonight, as long as neither of us shattered the hot, heavy silence that hung around us.

I pushed him down on the bed, trying to be gentle. I would have loved to feel his weight on top of me, but with his injuries, I rolled him onto his back instead. His right arm was out ofcommission, but he used his left to pull me down and kiss my neck.

I braced myself on my elbows, trying not to put any weight on his ribs. But soon the situation was out of control. I needed more than kissing. I pushed back and peeled off my shirt, then my pants and briefs. There was no time to be seductive or flirtatious. I needed Mason now.

I tugged his clothes off next. I left his shirt on, but stripped him of everything else, before climbing back onto him. I straddled his hips and stroked my cock alongside his. Fuck, the man was gorgeous, even with a sling and a black eye and a half-healed cut on his face.

He moaned in appreciation of my hand, but soon he was tugging me down again. I wanted to ask if it was too much, but I was afraid to speak, afraid that would break the enchantment. So I bent down and kissed him again—then inhaled sharply as he brought his good hand to his mouth and licked his fingers.

I thought he just wanted to be the one who jerked us off, but instead he brought his hand to my ass, sliding his fingers down the crack between my cheeks. I gasped as he reached my hole.

He looked up, a silent question in his eyes, and I nodded. Yes, he could keep going. Yes,pleasekeep going. Fuck.

I shifted, sitting up on my knees and crawling forward so he didn’t have to reach so far. His first finger inside me was heaven. Surely he hadn’t donethisoverseas.

I’d assumed that was only hand jobs, maybe the occasional blow job. But then, Mason did say he wasn’t straight. So…maybe he wanted this as much as I did? Even if itwasjust physical. I’d accept anything, if it meant keeping him in bed with me.

The angle was still a little awkward, but even so, his fingers felt amazing, insistent, teasing, probing, and pushing me open. I put a hand on his shoulder, then reached over to the nightstand and pulled lube out of the drawer.

Mason grinned. I bit my lip and held up a condom, wondering how he would react. But his grin just widened. My stomach turned a somersault.

I needed more prep before I was ready—his cock wasnotsmall—so I slicked my own fingers, then reached back to work myself open. His lips parted, and he stared at me hungrily as my fingers slipped in and out. He began stroking my cock, and I had to push his hand away, or I was going to come before he even got inside me.

I needed his help opening the condom packet—my fingers were way too slippery now—but eventually, I got it unrolled onto his cock. My stomach turned another somersault as I covered him in lube. He was going to beinside mein a minute, stretching me out gloriously.

I shifted again, bringing the tip of his cock to my hole, then sat down. Fuck, it felt good. His head breached my tight outer ring, then slid inside with a satisfying feel of girth. A little moan escaped my mouth, and I bit my lip as I pushed more of him inside me.

He fit like a sword sliding into its sheath, like my body was made to hold him. I moaned as I bottomed out, reveling in the glorious fullness of being stuffed with cock again. And not just any cock—Mason’s.

I had to stop and breathe for a bit, but soon I was moving, sliding on and off of his cock, inch by inch. Mason groaned and growledunderneath me, his hand still on my cock. How had it taken us so long to get to this point, when it felt like the most natural, most right thing in the world?

I panted, trying to keep a hold of myself, but I could already feel my orgasm building. It felt inevitable, like this had been growing since the night I found Mason on my doorstep. Like this pleasure was fated from day one.

It didn’t help that Mason was looking up at me with lust-shot eyes, his pupils huge in the twilight of the room, his mouth parted, his hips rocking up into me. His hand kept working my cock, and I knew I couldn’t last any longer. Everything inside me tightened, a fire building deep in my core. My hips stuttered as I sank back onto his cock, feeling him deep inside me.

“Kai,” he whispered, and the sound of my name on his tongue pushed me over the edge.

Pleasure exploded through my body, coursing along every nerve, lighting up every synapse, bathing every atom of my being. I came, splashing into his hand and onto his stomach. He kept stroking me until I was spent.

I wanted to lie down and bask in the languid looseness I felt through my entire body, but more than that, I wanted Mason to feel as good as I did. So I kept sinking up and down on his cock, squeezing my asshole tight as I pulled off, then relaxing it to welcome him back in. A moment later, he pulled me back down, and I felt his cock twitch inside me as he came too.

He draped an arm over my back, holding me to his chest. I braced on my elbows again, trying not to crush him, but he didn’t seem to care. We lay like that for a long time, our chestsrising and falling, breath mingling in the dark. Only when I felt my sweat starting to grow cold did I push up and pull off.

I threw the condom in the trash, then handed Mason some tissues and grabbed a few for myself. When I glanced back at him, he was sitting up, and looked like he was thinking about leaving again. But I didn’t want that. We could deal with consequences in the morning, but couldn’t we have this stolen night together?

“We don’t have to do anything,” I said. “But would you please stay? Just sleep here?”

His eyes met mine, and I saw something in them I couldn’t name. Fear, maybe. But what could he be afraid of? Didn’t he know by now I didn’t judge him?

I slid into bed and tugged on his good arm. Slowly, he nodded, and lay down next to me on his back. I pulled the blanket over us and curled up against his good side.

Sleep came quickly.

17

MASON

Ilay awake a long time after Kai fell asleep, cursing myself for my stupidity. He kept saying he was the one who made a mistake. But even if he had—and I wasn’t convinced of that—then it was still ten years ago. Me? I kept making the same mistake, day after day, night after night.

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