I leaned forward to gently kiss his lips. “You know it’s okay to change your mind, right?”
“Not gonna change my mind.” His hand latched around my nape, and when he dragged me down to fit our mouths together, I wished again that we’d connected in that way sooner. “Now stick your dick inside me.”
“Bossy.” I smirked. Fuck, did I enjoy this version of Maclain. Growly and demanding. A guy could get used to this. Batting that thought away, I focused on aligning my cock with his hole as my hands clutched his thighs roughly.
My pulse hammered in my ears as I prodded his hole with the crown of my shaft and slowly penetrated the tight muscle. Maclain inhaled sharply, and his skin flushed a deep ruby-red.
“You all right?” I asked, trying to control the prickling sensation washing over me. The pressure was intense, so I could only imagine what it felt like from his end. But I was afraid to even move a muscle until he got used to the feel of me. “Want me to pull out?”
“Don’t you dare.” I watched his chest move with the effort of breathing. “Just give me a minute, then try to fit more in.”
“Take all the time you need,” I replied, meeting his eyes. “Just tell me when.”
His cock had deflated, no doubt from the initial burn, so I reached for it and stroked upward. “This might help it feel better?”
Heck if I knew. I was running on pure instinct at this point, and I certainly didn’t want this to be an awful experience for him. Goddamn it. Maybe this had been a mistake.
But then he gasped and swayed a little, his dick filling again as I continued fondling and jerking. “That feels good.”
Thank fuck. When our gazes connected and he gave me the go-ahead, I pushed more of my shaft inside, still fisting his length, which was now stiff and flushed at the crown.
“Ah, Christ.” He shut his eyes and huffed out a stuttered breath.
“Mase?” I whispered, rocking forward in shallow surges, hoping to help ease the burn. “I need to make sure you still—”
“I don’t want you to pull out.” His lips were trembling, his gaze laser-focused on mine. “I’ve never felt this…this… God, it’s so fucking intense. But I want more. Please.”
“I know what you mean.” My cock jerked inside him, and I grunted from the sheer effort of holding myself back. “You’re so tight, I can’t believe I haven’t lost my load yet.”
It felt incredible to drive forward again and feel my entire length finally—finally—enveloped by his body. Mind. Officially. Blown.
Seeing my shaft buried to the hilt, I lost my breath. And when our eyes met, I felt a layer of intimacy and closeness with him I hadn’t before, and I could tell he did as well because his gaze was wide and searching, as if trying to latch on to that connection between us. So I leaned forward to tap our mouths together once, then again. He gave me his tongue, and I sucked on it until he groaned, his fingernails grazing my scalp as I welcomed the sting.
I threaded our fingers together as I consumed his lips, his stubble rough against my face. Then I started moving, slowly, carefully at first. Encouraged by his sexy noises, I thrust harder, deeper, dragging moans from him that urged me on.
“Fuck, it’s starting to feel… Damn, it’s good.” Maclain rocked beneath me, his eyes blissed out, a flush of color inching across his chest. And those rumbly, urgent sounds were driving me wild. “Oh yeah, right there.”
I gave him what he wanted, driving forward in long, fluid thrusts. I was so close to the edge, dangling by a thin string of sanity, but I wanted it to be good for him as well.
The moment I reached between us to fist his cock and stroke him with erratic flicks of my wrist, he was gone. His come spurted in long ropes, saturating my hand and his abdomen. His ass pulsed and gripped my cock, and there was no way I could possibly hang on any longer.
“Oh, God. Mason!” My hips jerked, my breaths jagged as I fucked him through my blinding orgasm, unloading deep inside his ass.
I looked down at him, at that ghost of a satisfied smile on his lips, the one I would’ve paid to see, and collapsed on top, shuddering and breathing harshly into his neck.
“Dominic.” He wrapped me up in a tight embrace and kissed my shoulder. “Wait, don’t pull out yet. It feels too good.”
And it did, to be connected like this. In that moment, I knew I was in love with Mason Maclain—that it’d never been like this with anyone before him.
We lay quiet and still, tangled in a warm embrace, until my softened cock was bound to make an even stickier mess.
Begrudgingly, I rolled out of bed to ditch the condom and grab a towel to clean us up. He watched with drowsy eyes as I slid back in bed and threw the covers on top of us.
“Stay?” I whispered and kissed his nape. Please stay.
He hummed in response and snuggled in closer. Thank God.
I wound my arms around him tighter and inhaled his scent, relishing his warmth. “Guess I’ll be four for four.”
“Jackass,” he murmured as his eyes shut and he promptly fell asleep.
23
Maclain
As my data-structures professor droned on about the upcoming final, I thought about how the last couple of weeks had been some of the best of my life. Probably why I was also feeling an impending sense of doom, which always seemed present, if I were being honest. But instead of giving in to the urge to build a fortress around myself, I was actually fighting it. Mostly.
We had finals to study for, practices and games, and I’d slept in Girard’s bed a handful more times, even sneaking away after the fundraiser. Which, surprisingly, hadn’t resulted in a bloody nose this time, only longing looks as we kept our distance in front of the team. Thankfully, Kellan and Donovan didn’t give us away; they had much the same going on last season. It felt good but also scary that we’d let more people into our circle of trust. I’d never really had that before, not like this.
Last night, I’d showed up at the bowling alley under the pretense of beating Gemma and Girard in air hockey—I failed miserably, of course—then let their mom feed me in exchange for helping their dad figure out more computer stuff. They really needed a complete overhaul of their outdated system, so patching up the small fires was only a short-term solution, but I didn’t want to overstep, knowing their family was trying to keep afloat, according to little things Girard had told me.
When he’d invited me to his apartment to hang out, I felt especially on guard, as if we’d be discovered behind a locked door. I could sense Girard’s exasperation with me but also his understanding. It wasn’t like he was out to his family either.
That had been the third time he’d fucked me, and each time was better than the last. He seemed to understand my needs—to feel consumed by him, to feel the burn as he fucked me into the mattress. Each time I’d fallen asleep with his fingers buried in my ass because he somehow understood that, too, that I needed the sense of fullness. I’d been empty for so long.
Holy fuck.
My cheeks burned at the idea that I’d allowed him such intimacy. But I knew there were things he craved, too, like me using one of his nicknames in the heat of passion or straight after when we were tangled up. Or when I kissed him through his orgasm so I could swallow his noises and feel him shudder. I’d held out on him, and now he couldn’t get enough, and neither could I. I’d never loved making out with someone more.