Page 57 of Sapphire Spring

“If you’re the one looking, Naser Kazemi.”

Determined not to give in just yet, Naser toweled offMason’s shins, his ankles, and his big, beautiful, hair-dusted feet.

“I don’t remember you getting this hard when I looked at youin the locker room.”

“I had a lot of tricks for keeping it down.”

“Oh, yeah? What were they?”

“Who cares?” Mason said. “I sure as hell don’t need themnow.”

Naser toweled off his thighs.

Mason grinned. “You gonna touch your quarterback, Na—”

“Shut the fuck up,” Naser whispered, then he swallowedMason’s cock down to the root.

“Fuck,Naser.” Something between an exclamation anda groan. Despite his confidence, he sounded as full of delirious surprise asNaser was over the twists of fate that had brought them to this debauchedmoment. “Fuck, Naser. Goddamn.”

He’d dreamed of this a thousand times. On his knees,worshiping MasonWorther’scock with frenziedabandon. But never once in his dreams had Mason tenderly run his hands throughNaser’s hair the way he was doing now. Never once had the man sounded stunnedand grateful for the attention.

He’d meant to swallow Mason’s length in one long, testinggulp. See how much of it he could take, calibrate his next ministrations. Butone gulp turned into two, then three, each time pushing against the far limitof his gag reflex. His jaw ached from the delicious exertion of it, from theheady smell of bergamot-scented body wash spiced with fresh masculine musk. Hepulled himself off it, gasping for breath. To keep his hands from shaking, heneeded to focus. So far, it seemed to be working. But the second he loosenedhis grip on the base of Mason’s warm shaft, his fingers trembled once more. Hetightened his grip again as he tasted, licked, and suckled the head.

“Look at me,” he heard Mason say. “Nas,look at me. Please.”

Naser complied, gazing up the flushed, naked distancebetween them. But he didn’t stop, couldn’t stop, and when Mason smiled down athim and chewed his lower lip, Naser prayed every hot flash of his desire wasevident in his eyes as he devoured MasonWortherwithsloppy hunger fueled by years of frustrated desire. Then, suddenly Mason wenttense with something that looked like panic. “Nas,stop.”

Terrified, Naser pulled back.

Mason’s spit-slick cock popped from his mouth and bounced.Fear speared Naser’s chest, sending icy prickles across his shoulders.

A freak-out? Was that what this was? Had their role playturned Mason into a tortured teenager again in the blink of an eye?

No, that wasn’t it. Mason was gripping the edge of the openshower door with one hand, chest rising and falling in short bursts. Was he hyperventilating?His teeth were gritted, his eyes screwed shut. Naser recognized the look immediately—astruggle for self-control.

If he blows right now, I will sop up every drop. I willdrink it like milk.The other voice in his head telling him to get a holdof himself was quieter, much quieter. It was shouting a losing battle againstanother, louder voice. The one that told him MasonWortherhad given birth toall ofNaser’s desires, and thesecond Naser had dropped to his knees before the man, he’d committed to drinkfrom the source.

Still gasping, Mason managed a sheepish smile. “I’m sorry.”

“A dick like this usually doesn’t merit an apology.”

Shoulders tensed and hunched forward, core flexed as if hisabs alone could hold back a gushing eruption, Mason laughed, then sucked in adeep breath as if any display of amusement might cause him to gush.

Naser knew he should get to his feet. It was the least hecould do to support Mason’s effort at self-control. But he couldn’t. Couldn’trise from the sight of Mason’s spectacular nakedness, his teeth clenched tightto hold back the paralyzing pleasure Naser had called forth after only a fewminutes of wild and blissful work. Naser went to place his hands on Mason’sflexing, flushed quads, but at the first graze of his fingers, the man flinchedand hissed, ticklish everywhere, it seemed. “Just another few seconds. Justanother few.”

Naser laughed.

“I dreamed about you,” Mason whispered, by way ofexplanation.

“Dreamed about me?”

“I’d talk about you in my sleep, and I’d wake up withstrangers and they’d say, ‘Who’s Naser?’ Because I was dreaming about what itwould be like to be with you. I used to dream about you looking up at me. Underme. Sucking me.Sowhen you started to do it, I almostlost it. Sorry.”

Lies,Naser thought.Theyhavetobe lies.

But Mason’s body wasn’t lying.

Naser stood and took a step backward, resting his buttagainst the counter behind him. Mason hadn’t moved an inch, but his eyes stayedlocked on Naser’s, as if he could sense the man’s disbelief and was prepared toexplain himself further. Flushed and gasping but tensed with an energy thatseemed feral, he was like a caged animal trying not to break his chain.

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