Liability (Suncoast Society #33)(30)

Telling her what a good girl she was for safewording.

The fuzzy, hazy mellowness of the earlier flogging was nothing compared to the velvety swirling abyss she was now willingly submerged in. She never wanted this to stop.

And when he draped the fleece throw over her, she felt like trying to grab his hand and pull him back, to make him keep going.

She heard Cole’s voice in her ear. “How you feel, sweetheart?”

She gave him a thumbs-up.





Mason helped Cole get her over to the couch, where she curled up in his lap. Then he quickly packed his stuff and cleaned the bench so he could join them.

He didn’t want her going through this without him for her first time, so if she started crying, or something like that, he could reassure her that was a normal reaction.

He’d gone a little harder on her than he’d originally planned, but he could see how she reacted, eagerly taking it, wanting more. She would have lain there another hour or more for him and taken everything he’d give her, he was sure.

Not wanting to burn her out her first time, he’d reluctantly ended it despite his cock wanting him to keep going.

Oh, yeah. Tonight he’d definitely be rubbing one out when he got home.

Or maybe even more than one.

When he sat on her other side on the couch, she changed positions to lay her head in his lap. Mason hesitated to touch her, looking to Cole for guidance.

He eagerly nodded.

Okay, then.

Another quick fantasy of maybe having Cole sandwiched between him and Kim in bed flitted through Mason’s mind and made his cock throb.

Damn.

He wasn’t a woo-woo kind of player, but he definitely believed in an exchange of energy between participants when the chemistry was right. He rarely felt it this deeply this soon, however. It was almost like he could see her energy reaching out, teasing him, begging him to play with her. And his inner sadist had definitely been up for the challenge.

Mason stroked her hair as she snuggled deeper into his lap. “Did you have any questions?” he asked Cole.

“Nope.” He had her feet in his lap and was stroking her legs, massaging her. “Looks like you had things under control.” He smiled, a genuine, open smile without a hint of tightness in his face.

“Did anything make you…uncomfortable?”

“Not because of what you did.” Now Cole’s smile faded. “Look, seriously. If you’re happy playing with her, I’m happy to watch you guys play. I’m not wired to enjoy this the way you do. I’m okay with that.”

Mason didn’t want to get too excited or act too eager. That this might have been the luckiest break he’d had in a while didn’t escape him. Meeting this couple, the perfect combination of events, and possibly a play partner?

Excellent.

“Not to sound…weird or anything,” Mason said, “but if we’re going to play together regularly—and hear me all the way through—we need to exchange test results.”

“What kind of test results?” Cole asked.

“STDs, HIV. I just had a set done a few weeks ago when I saw my new doctor down here. But even though we’re not having sex, this kind of play can involve…well, intimacy.”

“Okay,” Kim said, finally lifting her head to look at Cole. “He’s trying to be a gentleman and not say that I probably left a huge-ass wet spot on the towel.” She flopped her head back down into Mason’s lap.

Mason laughed. “Um, okay, sure. What she said.” Wasn’t exactly what he’d meant, because she’d been the one to originally broach the subject of orgasm play at dinner the other night and suspected it would end up being one of the boxes they eventually checked in their play.

And if Cole randomly decided to swing for the other team, Mason wouldn’t have to worry about that, either.

Cole seemed to grok the rationale. “Ah. Sure. We’re monogamous, but yeah. Of course, that’s fine. No worries.” He gently poked her hip. “Call your doctor Monday and get it done. I’ll get mine done.”

“Health department does them, too,” Mason said. “Very quick to get them back.”

“Cool,” Cole said.

And he certainly seemed cool with it.

Down, boy.

Mason’s cock was screaming for attention. He could imagine it was Cole lying there in his lap, the man’s lips tantalizingly close to his cock…

No.

Slow down, be careful.

He couldn’t lose his heart to this couple and be as bad as Freddie. He still needed to get out, meet people. But if he met a cute guy who wasn’t kinky, who was okay with him playing…

That wouldn’t be bad at all.





Cole was still so hard when they got back to his place that night he thought he could probably punch a hole in the Drywall with his erection.

When Mason had mentioned exchanging test results, he’d almost said something stupid, like, “Sure, you can f*ck me!”

But yeah, that made sense.

He’d stopped at a drugstore on their way home and purchased batteries for the egg.

Then he had Kim strip and get on her hands and knees on the bed. He tested the egg, found it worked, and grinned as he slid it inside her.

She moaned.

He turned it on the lowest setting and patted her on the ass. “Stay right there.” He fetched a condom, lube, and a towel from the bathroom. After he stripped, he got her lubed up and slowly slid his cock into her ass as he bumped up the setting on the egg.