Page 85 of Summer Lessons
Terry pulled his cock in for one more good suck, and Mason strained against that implacable hold on his wrist.
There was no yielding, and he whined, dropping his head to the counter.
Then that peculiar pressure between his legs again before Terry stood behind him. He pulled gently on Mason’s wrist, and the emptiness that followed had him trembling with need. He held fast, fumbling for a paper towel while Terry fumbled for his own shorts.
Mason heard them hit the floor just as Terry’s soft-skinned cock prodded his entrance.
“Nnnnn… please?” Mason whined.
Terry’s cockhead pushed, and Mason broke into a cold, prickly sweat in anticipation. “I’m afraid I’ll hurt you,” Terry breathed.
Augh! “Only if you stop.”
Ah… ah… ah…oooh….
Slowly he sank into Mason’s body, farther and farther, until his pubic hair ground up against the tender skin of Mason’s asscheeks.
For a moment they breathed while Mason tried desperately not to let his hands slide on the counter.
“Wow,” Terry whispered. “Mace—you should see this! Mycockis all the way in yourass. That’s amazing! That’s—”
“Fuck me!”
“Oh yeah.” He pulled back. “Right.”Smack.He thrust his hips hard, and Mason almost wept with relief. “Good?” he asked, stopping again. “I mean, that’s what I’m supposed to do, ri—”
“Terry! Dammit!”
“Oh, sorry!” And thrust, oh thank God, and thrust again, and he wasn’t stopping this time, and pull back, throw himself forward, ouch, that was a little hard—
“Gentler,” Mason breathed, praying that wouldn’t make him stop. It didn’t. Just a little softer, a little slower, and—“Perfect. Keep doing that. Just that. Do that some more.Oh my God keep doing that!”
And yes! It was exactly right! It was exactly what Mason had been craving through three different relationships and one perfidious waiter!
Terry didn’t stop, didn’t waver—just kept that perfect, sweet-spot-hitting rhythm that had Mason burying his face in his arms and howling.
And then: “Mace, I’m gonna—are you gonna? ’Cause I’m gonna—” Oh hell. Mason moved his hand to his cock just as Terry groaned, “Come!” against his back.
Terry convulsed, his cock pulsing in Mason’s ass, and Mason stroked frantically at himself, chasing that bright-dark light of orgasm.Yes, yes, yes, yes, c’mon, please, oh my God so good so stretched so full and hot and wet, running down my thigh and—
“Yes!” Oh yes. Climax took over his body, his ass clenched, his cock spurted, the sky exploded, the heavens wept, and oh my holy God, Mason Hayes had finally gotten topped by the man of his dreams.
Who was currently collapsed over his back, cock leaking down Mason’s backside, sweating body sticking to Mason’s skin.
Mason straightened up, groaning a little as his back released. He sighed and stretched and turned to pull Terry into a hot, sweaty, sexed-out hug.
“That was unexpected,” he said into the sex-scented sunshine.
“You’re telling me!” Terry panted. “God, that was awesome. I was so scared—I didn’t want to hurt you, but… but it feels good when you do it tome,and I thought… I just wanted to… you know.Giveto you.”
Mason smiled, wishing they could just go nap now. “I want to give you the world,” he confessed. Some of the ebullience faded, and his shoulders slumped. “But first, an apartment.”
“Can we shower first?” Terry asked hopefully.
Mason laughed and kissed his sweaty hair. He’d worn it down today, and it hung lank over his eyes. April—already hot.
“Yeah,” he said. “But first I need to wipe down the cabinets.”
Terry looked down at the dripping wood paneling. “Ugh. Dude. Yeah.”
