Liability (Suncoast Society #33)(47)

Wanted to show the man what loving another man could feel like.

Cole was fumbling with Mason’s belt. “You have too many goddamned clothes on, Mase. Why didn’t you just show up naked?”

“Think that might have gotten me stopped by the po-po, buddy. Not to mention, I have a dress code at work.”

He shoved Cole’s hands away and unfastened his belt and jeans. When Cole’s fingers finally closed around his shaft, Mason wanted to howl with pleasure to finally, finally have this man to himself for a few hours and be able to completely let loose.

Yeah, Mason held back in some ways with Kim. She wasn’t a guy. Cole wasn’t a masochist, but he’d get it.

Cole slicked Mason’s pre-cum over the head and down his shaft. “Come up here and f*ck my mouth,” he said.

Mason climbed up him and did that, moaning as the hot, wet heat of Cole’s mouth swallowed his shaft.

Mason paused, holding deep for a moment before easing back out again. Then he pulled out. “Hold on.”

He got up, finished stripping, then turned and climbed on top of him sixty-nine. He swallowed Cole’s shaft, enjoying the answering moan that vibrated through his cock as Cole reacted.

Mason lifted his head. “Yeah, that’s it. You keep moaning like that and you’re going to be swallowing before you know it.” He went deep again, fondling Cole’s balls, realizing the man had shaved them.

How had he missed that fact before?

Oh, yeah, they’d all been too busy f*cking.

Then Mason realized he didn’t want to blow his load like this. He sat up, climbing off Cole—whose moan was in disappointment that time—and grabbed his hand.

He pulled Cole to his feet and led him to the bedroom. “Come on. I need to f*ck that ass.”

He’d picked up extra condoms and his favorite lube for this night. With Cole on his back on the bed, legs spread wide, Mason smiled down at him as he worked three fingers into the man’s ass.

“This time, I’m going to go slow, because I want to savor that nice ass of yours,” Mason said. “So don’t you dare come, because then I want you to pound that cock of yours into my ass.”

“Not sure if holding back’s going to be an option,” Cole said. “I’m close now.

Mason reached down with his free hand and encircled the base of Cole’s cock. “Maybe we both need to invest in cock rings,” he said as he pressed and held. Cole got nearly the same delicious look Kim did, his lower lip caught under his teeth, as Mason finished prepping him.

Then he let go of Cole’s cock, wiped the lube off his hand, and rolled on a condom.

This time, he pressed slow, easing the knob of his cock past Cole’s rim and pausing to savor it. He leaned forward to kiss the man. Cole’s legs were draped over Mason’s shoulders, and he pressed the man’s thighs against his chest.

“Don’t you f*cking come,” Mason gasped, “or I’ll stick that damn vibrating egg in you and turn it on high.”

“It’s at her place.”

“Dammit.” He took his time, enjoying the way Cole tried to f*ck back against him, whining for Mason to go faster, harder.

“There will be plenty of time for me to f*ck you hard, buddy,” Mason said, “but not many other firsts like this. Let me enjoy it.” He buried himself to the hilt inside Cole, their bodies pressed together, and held still for a moment.

Staring down into Cole’s blue gaze, Mason didn’t want to admit this was love. It was too soon for those declarations. Way too soon. This was fun, this was friendly, and this was, for the time being, permanent.

It was damned well good enough.

Finally, he started moving, f*cking Cole, feeling the release building inside his balls and slowly expanding until he was practically driving Cole up the bed.

Then it happened. He threw back his head, wanting to scream in victory at the feeling of his balls pumping their contents into the condom, relief and release and all alone with this man.

Mason kissed him, trying to catch his breath and not wanting to let Cole go. He felt Cole’s pre-cum smearing between them and knew the man was eager and ready to reciprocate.

He finally, reluctantly got up and cleaned up. When he returned, Cole was already stroking his cock. “How do you want me?” Mason asked.

“Hands and knees,” Cole hoarsely said. “Ass in the air. I want to be able to really f*ck you this time.”

Mason climbed onto the bed, his head on the mattress. He moaned at the feel of Cole’s fingers probing and lubing his ass.

“I think this is why I love f*cking her ass so much,” Cole said. “Because I think of you, like this, when I do.” Cole’s free hand reached around Mason and stroked his cock, cradled his balls.

Finally, Cole sheathed his cock in a condom and pressed the head against Mason’s ass.

Mason thrust back, impaling himself.

“Fuck me hard,” he growled at Cole. “Hard and deep.”

Cole grabbed his hips and the sound of him f*cking Mason filled the bedroom, their flesh slapping against each other, their bodies in sync.

Mason fisted the sheets and f*cked back against him, wanting to howl with the pleasure of finally, finally having a partner who got it, who could give him what he wanted and needed.

Who could leave him weak in the knees and the soul.