Page 62 of Summer Lessons
“Oh,” Mason murmured, running his lips down Terry’s jaw. “Now the pressure is on. I’ve got to be a blue-ribbon winner.”
Terry shifted, placing his weight more fully across Mason’s chest while he went for Mason’s earlobe. “You’re not allowed to prance anymore.”
Mason moaned—Terry’s groin was pressed against his, and that hot breath in his ear, with the playful little nip, that was making the whole area swell in delicious discomfort.
“If I’m not prancing, how you gonna ride me?” Mason panted. He reached for Terry’s backside and kneaded. Tiny, muscular ass—but he didn’t mind.
Terry chuckled, strained and dirty, and moved sideways so he could reach down Mason’s body, cup his erection, and squeeze. “I’ll ride the… the whatyacallum—”
“The saddle pommel. Oh!” Because Terry had undone his belt and his fly and was thrusting his hand into Mason’s underwear. “Cock. Just ride my cock….”
Terry’s laugh tickled the skin of Mason’s throat. “You tortured me last time,” he hummed, running his teeth along Mason’s collarbone.
“Two weeks, Terry!”
“Yeah, but I want it to be good.” He started tugging at Mason’s shirt and sweatshirt, and Mason helped him out, seizing the hems and wiggling so he could throw them over his head. While he did that, Terry pulled off his own shirts and shimmied out of his sweats and boxers, then stood to kick them off with his shoes.
Mason reached out from the couch to run his fingertips along the length of Terry’s erection. He purred at the softness of the skin and the way the shaft bobbed happily at his touch.
Terry caught his hand just as he was skating his thumb across the edge.
“I can’t stroke?” Mason complained. “Stroke? Taste? Touch?”
“Let me get your pants off,” Terry ordered. “Geez, you’re bossy. I mean, I know you got the big office and all, but I’m giving you sex. Take orders for a minute.”
“Yessir,” Mason snapped out playfully.
Terry’s knees appeared to wobble, and he wrapped his own fist around his cock and stroked, very slowly. A bit of precome spurted out, and he caught it on his thumb and then thrust his thumb into Mason’s mouth.
Mason sucked hard, scraping the soft flesh with his teeth and meeting Terry’s eyes.
“You want me to order you around some?” Terry mumbled, like he’d never even thought of such a thing. “Be not like a toy, like… like….”
“Like you’re my partner,” Mason gasped. “Unless, you know, you just want me to beat off in front of you, ’cause….” He slid his hand under his pants again and made a pass of his own, keening when he came to the end.
Terry flicked his wrist as it disappeared. “Stop that,” he ordered. “I’m going to get you naked, and then we’re gonna see something.”
Mason reluctantly let go of himself and started pushing down his jeans and underwear. Terry helped him out the rest of the way, pausing when he got to Mason’s sock-covered feet.
The one with the bandage on it swelled under the cuff of the pants, and he tugged at the edge with exquisite care. When the pants came free, Terry looked up at Mason and grinned like he’d accomplished something.
Mason grinned back. God—look at what he’d done, just to not cause pain.
Then Terry moved his outside foot so it rested on the floor and began his real path of seduction. He started by kissing along the inside of Mason’s knee, dragging his tongue up along his thigh. Mason gasped, caught between ticklishness and arousal. Terry upped the pressure, pushing with his lips and suckling hard, tight mouthfuls of flesh.
Arousal won, and Mason melted, spreading his legs as wide as they could go, exposed and open to the air and to Terry’s bold touch.
He licked the crease of Mason’s thigh and then danced around Mason’s scrotum, taking one testicle gingerly into his mouth.
“Oooh….” Mason massaged Terry’s scalp under his hair, lost in being tended to, being made love to like sex was an awesome thing.
“Here,” Terry said practically. “Lift your ass… and… yeah.” He shoved a pillow under Mason’s pelvis and placed his palm on each cheek, spreading.
Fuckingawesome.
First he traced the predictable path from the back of Mason’s balls to Mason’s crease and along his hole. Arim job. Mason had given them a lot but hadn’t gotten many, and Terry’s finger petting, pushing gently as Terry licked and spat, lubing him up, almost made him come.
“Ohmigod ohmigod ohmigod,” Mason chanted as that finger thrust in, the burn of the nerve endings settingallthe tender parts on fire.
