Page 94 of Sapphire Spring

Mason sank to his knees next to the bed, pushed thecomforter away from the spot where Naser had slept the night before, and tookin a whiff so loud he was pretty sure Naser could hear it. His smell was there,just as he’d hoped. His sweet, spicy cologne, a hint of what the nape of hisneck tasted like. Before he could stop himself, he was stroking himself, on hisknees, a slave to scent and memory.

“Are you…?” Naser couldn’t finish the sentence. Maybebecause he was afraid of driving off the road.

“Can’t help it. Your smell makes me hard.”

“Oh, God. You’re trying to make me come over, aren’t you?”

“No time. Don’t bother. Now that I’ve smelled you, I can’tstop.”

It was the truth. A little sheen of pre-cum was slicked alonghis shaft now. He took another whiff of the sheets. “Need a taste,” he growled.

“Oh my God. Are youactuallylicking…?”

Mason gave an affirmative grunt. He wasn’t technicallylicking the sheets, but it wasdamnclose. He’d suckeda little patch between his lips and was suckling it gently, like he might oneof Naser’s nipples.

“Screw this. I’m coming over,” Naser said.

“Unh-uh. No time. Won’t last muchlonger. And you need your rest.”

“Mason…”

“I’m not playing with you,Nas.I’m stroking my cock while your smell turns me inside out and your voice feelslike someone’s kissing my ear.”

“I thought you were just teasing about smelling the sheets.”

“I was. Then I did it and I lost control.”

“You’re seriously jerking off right now and I’m not there?”

“I’mepicallyjerking off right now. And you’regoing to have to sit there, driving, listening to every curse word that fliesout of my mouth when the smell of you makes me come. Did you leave anyunderwear here?”

“Maybe.”

“Good. I’m going to eat them.”

“Jesus. I’m pulling over at least. No way can I—”

“No, you’re not. Drive thatdamncar. You had a long night. You need to get home, get some rest. Keep thatpretty dick of yours in your pants so you don’t wreck. Meanwhile, get ready tolisten to every dirty word I’m going to yell when you finally let me find outwhat it’s like to come inside you.”

“Mason…Jesus.”

His hand was flying now, and the sound of soft, astonishedhunger in Naser’s voice only made his balls churn harder. The speed of it, theslightly degraded position of being on his knees next to his own bed, the soundof desire and good sense warring inside Naser’s gentle voice—it was a potentblend. Combined with Naser’s announcement the night before that he loved howdirty Mason’s mouth got when he came, it had Mason gritting his teeth, histhighs feeling molten, a tell-tale flutter in his chest that told him eruptivebliss was near.

“Mason?”

“Coming.” A choked cry, but a truthful one. “Fuck,Nas.Fuck! Gonna come like this when you let me inside you. Gonnafucking wreckyou the way you want. Make it hurt justlike you want.Awwwww,fuck.Jesus! Look into thosefucking eyeswhile I make it hurtthe way you want.” He collapsed against the side of the bed, head buried in thecrook of one arm, gasping for breath.

The rush of freeway sounds in his ear had never stopped.

“Are you there?” Mason asked.

“You’re an animal,” Naser whispered. “A filthy fuckinganimal.”

“And you love it.”

“I do,” Naser said quietly. “I do love that you’re a filthyanimal.”

“Don’t worry. You can take the pressure off as soon as youget home,” Mason said.

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