Page 65 of Making It Burn
“Beau, please—”
“Please what?”
“Stop teasing.”
“But you look so good like this.Desperate.Wanting.”I bit down gently on his hip, and he jerked beneath me.“I could get used to this.”
“I swear to God, if you don’t—”
I took his cock in my mouth, cutting off whatever threat he was about to make.
The sound Mason made was inhuman—part groan, part curse, all desperation.His hands fisted in my hair, not pushing, just holding on like I was an anchor.I took my time, using everything I knew, learning what made him gasp, what made his hips jerk, what made him say my name like a prayer.
I glanced up the length of his body, met his eyes, and the intensity in his gaze nearly undid me.There was a vulnerability there, a trust that humbled me.I wanted to savor every moment, to draw out his pleasure until he was begging for release.
My hand joined my mouth, working in tandem, and Mason’s head fell back against the pillow, his eyes fluttering closed.“Fuck, Beau,” he breathed, the words barely more than a whisper.“I can’t...I’m gonna—”
I cut him off with a low hum of approval, the vibrations making his hips buck.Mason was teetering on the edge, but I wasn’t ready to let him come just yet.I slowed my movements, dragging out the torment, and his protests turned into a string of curses.
“You’re a fucking cruel man, Beau,” he gasped, his voice strained.
I squeezed his balls and released him with a final, lingering suck, then crawled up his body, placing a trail of kisses on his stomach, his chest, his neck.“And you love it,” I murmured against his ear.
Mason’s response was to flip us suddenly, pinning me beneath him with a feral grin.“Two can play at that game.”
Before I could respond, his mouth was on mine, hungry and demanding.His hands roamed over me with a new sense of urgency, and I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him closer, needing to feel every inch of him against me.His thick cock thrust against mine, and I felt it growing slick with desire.When I looked into his eyes, they were glued to my face, and a lock of sweaty blonde hair fell onto his forehead.
“When I was a teenager, I’d go home after our lacrosse matches and beat off thinking about you,” Mason whispered, then he leaned down and softly bit the side of my neck.“I’d fantasize about fucking you in the middle of the field, holding you down and ramming into you as hard as I could.”He licked my earlobe, and I shuddered.“You loved it in my fantasy.Think you’d love it now?”
Before I could answer, the head of Mason cock pushed against my entrance.His eyes snapped shut, and he groaned.
“You weren’t the only one,” I breathed, and I recalled many evenings after a tough match, wondering how it would feel to touch Mason.To feel his body tremble against mine.The reality was so much better than my fantasy.“Give it to me, Mason.I want to feel you inside me.Think you’re man enough?”
Mason froze, opened his eyes, his chest heaving.“God yes.”
“Condoms and stuff.They’re in my suitcase over by the...”
Mason was off me in a flash, rummaging through my suitcase like a man on a mission.He returned with a triumphant grin, condoms and a small bottle of lube in hand.I watched him, propped up on my elbows.I grabbed my cock, feeling it swell even more as he got back on the bed.
He knelt between my legs, tearing open a condom packet with his teeth.I took a moment to appreciate the sight of him—taut muscles, flushed skin, and those eyes, burning with desire.He rolled the condom on with practiced ease, then squirted a generous amount of lube onto his fingers.
“Spread your legs for me, Beau,” he said, his voice a low rasp.I did as he asked, feeling exposed and vulnerable, but trusting him implicitly.Mason’s fingers circled my entrance, teasing, before one slipped inside.I gasped at the intrusion, the sensation both familiar and new with him.
“Okay?”he asked, concern flickering across his face.
“More than okay,” I assured him, reaching down to stroke myself.“It’s just been a while.”
He nodded, adding another finger, stretching me gently.“You’re so tight.I can’t wait to feel you around my cock.”
I moaned at his words, the thought of taking him inside me sending a fresh wave of desire through my body.“Now, Mason.I’m ready.”
He positioned himself at my entrance, the head of his cock replacing his fingers.“Look at me, Beau,” he said, and our eyes locked as he pushed inside.
The feeling was intense, a mix of pain and pleasure as my body adjusted to his considerable size.Mason moved slowly, his jaw clenched, sweat beading on his forehead as he fought for control.“You feel incredible,” he ground out.
Finally, he was fully seated inside me, and we both stilled, savoring the connection.It was more intimate than I’d ever imagined, more intense than any fantasy.I wrapped my legs around his waist, urging him on.
Mason began to move, starting with slow, deep thrusts that quickly built up a rhythm.I met him stroke for stroke, our bodies in perfect sync.The room filled with the sound of our moans, the scent of our sex, the sight of our joined bodies.
