Savor Me(8)

"Um, Lacey?" I hear from behind me. Mason and I both turn to see a very annoyed frat boy.

"Oh—" I start to give him some lame excuse, but Mason cuts me off.

"I've got this." He slides a hand around my waist, gripping my ass. He never stands up. Instead, he turns all the way around on his stool so he can face our little visitor. "Thanks for entertaining Lacey tonight, but I'll take it from here." He pulls me hard against his side and I swear my thong disintegrates. I spent ten minutes with this guy earlier and now he is claiming me as his own? Oh yeah, someone is looking for a blowjob, and I'm in the mood to drop to my knees and give him almost anything right now.

"What the f*ck? You have a boyfriend?" Preppy asks, turning his attention to me.

"No, I'm not her boyfriend. I am, however, the man who is going to be f*cking her tonight. So you best be on your way before this gets really messy." His words send a tingle down my spine. I could probably orgasm if he would just touch me. And as if he can read my mind, he moves his hand up under my skirt, gently teasing the curve of my ass.

"You are?" I intended to answer with attitude, but it only comes out a breathy request.

"I thought we discussed it this morning? I'm assuming you're not covered in Hunter’s come still." He gives me a quick wink.

"Fuck you, *," Preppy says to Mason.

"No thanks. I already have plans tonight. Lacey, tell him who you’re f*cking tonight," Mason says, causing my eyes to go wide.

Attitude. I need to throw attitude at him for being such a cocky jerk-off, but the only words that come from my mouth are, "I'm f*cking you?"

"Damn straight." Mason stands, pulling me with him. "Excuse me. I have a lady who is in need of some...attention," he says to a speechless Preppy.

"Where are we going?" I ask as Mason pulls me toward the door.

"Back to my place. I live above the barn. Is that okay with you?" He looks genuinely interested in my answer. He's probably wondering if heading back to the same place I was with a different man this morning is going to freak me out. Which only proves how little he knows about me.

"Are you going to yell at me if I use the wrong door?" I ask with a smirk.

"I won't yell as long as you promise to read the signs." He smiles back and it makes me stumble. Fuck, I was wrong. This guy is fifty times sexier than Hunter. His teeth are white but not perfectly straight. You can tell he didn’t have years of orthodontic work the way Hunter did. He's just naturally mouthwatering.

He leads me to his truck and I climb in the same way I did this morning, only this time things will be ending a little differently.

"So you decided we were f*cking, huh?" I casually ask when he shuts his door.

"I decided we were f*cking the moment I saw you this morning."

"So was this just a coincidental meeting tonight, or did you follow me here?"

"Jesus, Lacey, I have a life. I don't have time to follow you places. This was a coincidence, but trust me, it was happening one way or another," he answers, never taking his eyes off the road. I take the moment to slide across the bench seat, pressing myself hard against his side.

"Why were you at a college bar?” I ask, reaching over to cup his package. He's not hard yet, but I intend to make him that way very soon. Starting at his collarbone, I drag my tongue up to his ear and whisper, "You have a thing for college girls, Mason?"

"Fuck." He lets out a loud groan before clearing his throat to cover any excitement. "I'm the trainer for the university equestrian team. I was supposed to meet up with the team tonight." He growls as I begin to stroke his quickly hardening cock.

"Luckily you walked in when you did." I say, watching his hand travel up my leg and under my skirt.

"Oh, I'd been there for a while. I was just waiting for you to get that poor frat boy worked up before making my move."

"Mason Wynn, were you watching me with that poor guy, knowing all along I was going to be riding this tonight?" I squeeze his hard dick.

His head never turns, but his eyes slide over to me. "I like to watch, Lacey."

With those words, I officially become more turned on than I have ever felt in my life. I've had plenty of guys watch, but never any as mouthwatering as Mason, and I'm going to assume he would watch me with Hunter. Even. Fucking. Better.

"So you and Hunter weren't kidding this morning, were you? He really wanted you to join us, didn't he?"

"Yeah. He’s usually a little more respectful about it though."

"So we established this morning you two are not bisexual, so how does that work out for y'all?"

He shrugs before answering. "We share sometimes. No touching each other or anything,"

“So what’s the benefit for y’all? It’s not like either one of you have trouble getting women of your own.”

Mason shrugs again. “No, we don’t need any help. I like to watch sometimes, and Hunter, well… Hunter likes to be watched. We did it once in high school with a girl who wanted us both and it just worked. We don’t do it a lot, but Hunter couldn’t stop rambling about you this morning.”

"Is Hunter going to be joining us tonight?" I ask entirely too quickly. I can't even begin to hide my excitement at the possibilities of being with both of them. He may say no touching now, but they definitely won't be the first two guys I've ever convinced to give the other team a try.