Page 66 of Making It Burn
“Harder,” I gasped, and Mason obliged, driving into me with a force that sent me reeling.It was rough and raw and exactly what I needed.
“Is this what you wanted?”he panted, his hips snapping against mine.“To be fucked by me?To take my cock like this?”
“Yes,” I cried out, feeling the coil of pleasure tightening in my belly.“Shit please, give it to me rough.I want you to pound me like you always wanted to.”
Something snapped within him.His thrusts became more forceful, more desperate, and I met him movement for movement, my nails digging into his back.We were both gasping, both chasing something just out of reach, both completely lost in each other.
“Fuck, Beau, you feel so damn good,” Mason growled, his voice barely recognizable.“I’ve dreamt of this, of being inside you, feeling you clench around me.”
I could only moan in response, my voice lost in the overwhelming sensation of him filling me completely.My fingers clawed at the sheets, searching for purchase as he drove us both higher and higher.
The sounds of our bodies colliding, the wet slap of skin on skin, and the harsh rasp of our breathing filled the room.I felt sweat trickling down my chest, the sting of Mason’s fingers digging into my flesh, and it only fueled my desire.
“I’m close,” I warned him, my vision blurring at the edges.“So fucking close.”
Mason leaned down, capturing my lips in a fierce, demanding kiss as he reached between us to wrap his hand around my cock.“Come for me, Beau,” he said against my mouth.“I want to feel you fall apart.”
His words were my undoing.With a shout, I came hard, my body convulsing as hot jets of come painted both our stomachs.Mason’s thrusts became erratic, and with a final, deep push, he buried himself inside me and found his own release, his body shuddering with the force of it.
“Beau, oh my God, Beau,” Mason heaved, then his entire body shuddered.A moment later he collapsed on top of me, his skin sticking to mine.We were both a mess—sweaty, sticky, and utterly spent.
For a while, there was silence, save for our breathing gradually slowing down.Then Mason turned his head to look at me, his eyes soft in the afterglow.“That was...”
“Yeah,” I agreed, smiling lazily at him.“It was.”
He reached out to brush a stray lock of hair off my forehead, his touch gentle.“I didn’t know it could be like this.”
I captured his hand, bringing it to my lips for a kiss.“Neither did I.”
We lay there in the quiet, the reality of what we’d just shared settling over us.It was more than just sex; it was a connection that had been simmering between us for years, finally brought to the surface.
“Beau?”
“Hmm?”
“I don’t regret this.”
I turned my head to look at him.His hair was completely destroyed, his lips swollen, his skin flushed.He looked more relaxed than I’d ever seen him, and impossibly more beautiful.
“Good,” I said.“Because I’m not done with you yet.”
His eyes widened.“Yet?”
I rolled on top of him, pinning his wrists above his head, and grinned.“You didn’t think one round would be enough, did you?We have all night, and I plan to make up for lost time.”
Mason’s answering smile was wicked.“Is that a challenge, Thatcher?”
“It’s a promise.”
“Then you’d better deliver.”He pulled one hand free and cupped the back of my neck, pulling me down for a kiss.“Because I’m keeping score.”
I laughed against his mouth.“Of course you are.”
“And I always win.”
“We’ll see about that.”
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