Page 61 of Sapphire Spring

The man had hoisted him to his feet and thrown him onto thebed in the blink of an eye.

He rolled onto his back, mouth meeting Mason’s as the guycame down on him like a giant breaking wave, forcing him back into the pillows.Suddenly it was the all-consuming embrace of last Friday, but this time it wassustained, and their cocks were no longer confined, rubbing against each otherin a slick, hot tumble.

Naser felt a deep ache in his center, a desperate desire tobe filled that bordered on frenzy, as if any barrier between him and Mason’sentry needed to be swiped away with one bat of the hand, one swipe of thetongue. And that scared him suddenly. Tempted him to ignore safe sexboundaries, just throw his legs back and let Mason shoveitin. Also, he hadn’t exactly prepped himself for a full invasion, which entailedits own kind of risk.

But when Mason pressed up on the undersides of Naser’s thighs,exposing his crack, his hole, obscenely to the open air, it wasn’t to invade.It was to see. To stroke, to graze. To lightly circle the entrance with threefingers working together, blue eyes finding Naser’s again and again, only toget distracted by sights that had been walled off from him for too long byshame. Naser wished he was a painter so he could capture this sight forever.Gorgeous MasonWorther—former golden boy turnedreformed mess—studying Naser’s upturned ass with languid, loving attention.Mason bit his lower lip, lost in thought—filthy thoughts, it looked like. Hedove forward, spread Naser’s cheeks and licked the heat within, making Naser’sbreath stutter like automatic gunfire. He finished off the move by taking oneof Naser’s balls into his mouth, releasing it with a slick pop.

When his eyes met Naser’s, they were wild. “Never done thatbefore,” he gasped.

“Never done what?”

“With a guy, I mean. Never tasted a guy like this.”

Before Naser could ask the obvious question—did youlikeit, you filthy, beautiful son of abitch?—Mason did itagain, and again. And again. Long, determined wet sweeps that started to putNaser’s foot work to shame. Then he took Naser’s cock down his throat, his nowmessy, beautiful blond hair draping his face as his head bobbed. Naser’s entirebody spasmed. Mason pulled off quickly, sensing an eruption. He gripped theshaft and studied the head, smiling at it.

MasonWortheris smiling at mygoddamncock.

“You’re close, aren’t you,Nas?”Mason stroked.

“Mason, if you—”

“Better not tell you all the places in our high school whereI dreamed about fucking you, huh?”

“Mason. Mason, I’m—”

“Better not tell you about the janitor’s closet outside thegym where I wanted to grab you by your arm and pull you inside one day so wecould—”

“Mason!”

Mason stroked harder at the first signs of eruption. Ifthere was such a thing as a joyful growl, that’s what Mason was doing as Naserbuckled, bellowed, and erupted.Never beforehad Naserexperienced a release this powerful under the force of someone else’s madlystroking hand. There’d always been that awkward moment he’d have to take over,bring himself over the edge with his own practiced grip. Mason’s fist hadopened something inside of him, and now Naser’s soul was emptying through it.

Then it was like he was melting into a puddle of somethingthat could live off shallow breaths until the bed swallowed him entirely.Mason’s weight shifted. He was crawling up Naser’s body, their lips suddenlyinches apart. Too crazed with lust to care about how wild and messy his hairwas, how the long bangs he usually pushed back and styled were draping his facenow. Naser reached up and brushed them back from his forehead.

“Got a thing for janitor’s closets, huh?” Mason’s voice wasraspy.

“You know good and well that’s not what my thing’s for.”

“Yeah, it’s feet, apparently.”

“And boys who call me bad names.”

“On cue.”

“And only on cue. Now.”

“Feel like you might have set the stage for that one onpurpose.”

Naser smiled and waggled his eyebrows. “Maybe. It was stilla bold choice. Given our history.”

“Giving you three hours to do whatever you wanted to me wasa bold choice. But it’s paid off rather nicely, as far as I’m concerned.”

“Has it? You still haven’t finished.” Naser reached down andgripped the base of Mason’s shaft. “How can I help you there, sir?”

“Like this.” He brought their mouths together, stroking himselfas they kissed.

Me. MasonWortherneedsmeto come.

Then Mason’s eyebrows arched, his mouth popping open into agaspingO, and as much as Naser wanted to maintain eye contact, he couldn’thelp but look down, couldn’t help but watch the thick jets that shot fromMason’s cock. They glazed Naser’s stomach and the dusting of black hair aroundhis freshly emptied balls. It was more than cum. It was more than an orgasm.

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