Page 24 of Developing Hearts (Pine Point Fixer-Uppers #5)

Chapter twenty-four

Mason

So far so good . Part of Mason felt absolutely ridiculous.

He had at least some sense of self-awareness, after all.

He could see enough of himself as an objective observer to pick up on the inanity: here he was, already shirtless, a model-hot guy grinding into his dick, groping his butt and telling him to get on the bed.

By all accounts, even to Mason and all his stupid, useless anxiety, David was turned on.

David wanted him. David was not fleeing in disgust at all.

If Mason could have excised the little voice constantly gnawing away at his reason, he would have done it long ago.

Still, he was also self-aware enough to know that playing along was by far the best choice. He wanted to, no matter what any other voice whispered to him, and every time David called him a good boy, all the other thoughts poofed out of his brain.

When they got to the bed, David pulled his hands away and slid them around to the front, rubbing the heel of his palm against Mason’s bulge.

His other hand traced circles around Mason’s nipples, then trailed downward, across his belly, then down to his waist where it plucked at his button.

One try, two, and on the third, he popped free the button on Mason’s pants.

As soon as that tension released, a shuddering breath left Mason’s mouth. “Jesus.”

“I get that all the time.” David spoke without making eye contact. “It’s the hair.”

Before Mason could respond to that objectively terrible joke, David pulled on the tab of his zipper and undid Mason’s fly. David was not the only one hard, and as Mason’s slacks slid down to his knees, his underwear bulged out to nearly bursting trying to contain him.

David pushed on his midsection, and Mason could almost ignore the give in his own belly as he was led down to laying.

All those worries silenced as he laid there, nearly naked, and watched David strip off his shirt.

His body was lithe and tall, nipples tiny, dark disks set on either side of his chest. A few little moles or freckles or beauty marks, whatever someone wanted to call them, spread across David’s chest and midsection, bridging the gap between his nipples and his navel.

Mason traced a dozen patterns between them, as if he were putting together constellations.

Maybe he could have gotten somewhere, identified an actual image or pattern, if David hadn’t quickly dropped trou, leaving himself on full display.

Obviously, Mason had some familiarity with David’s dick.

It had been in his mouth. Seeing it as a part of the whole was somehow more breathtaking than he’d ever seen David before.

Something snapped inside of Mason. Some tension released, and it suddenly felt like he was floating.

This was David. Basically perfection. And he was standing there, a smile on his face, staring at Mason with…

no hate. He never averted his gaze. He didn’t make any excuse to leave the room.

He didn’t try to hide himself, but he also didn’t try to show off his incredible physique.

His dick was iron-hard, the head shining with precum in his excitement… because he was looking at Mason.

“You were serious.” Mason’s vision blurs and fuzzes on the edges, and he has to take a few moments to collect himself and get rid of the burgeoning tears. “I’m sorry. I should learn to listen to you.”

David strode forward, taking his time. Every movement of his body, however slight, was fluid, the muscles gliding under his skin and inviting Mason to touch him.

If only my body could actually move . All he could do was stare and try to recover himself.

The shift in that second had been seismic.

Cosmic. World-shattering in the best ways.

Before he fully landed and got back into his body, David reached him.

With one hand, he pulled Mason’s boxer-briefs all the way off and tossed them away.

Slowly, he wrapped his fingers around Mason’s shaft and kneaded it softly.

Then he leaned forward so he could whisper. “You seem to be listening just fine.”

“Fuck…”

David knelt down, almost disappearing from sight.

But Mason could still feel him, as he ran one hand down Mason’s balls, then slid his fingers into the cleft of his ass.

“No fuck right now. I have other plans.” David lifted his head up just enough that Mason could see his dark, hungry eyes boring into him, pinning him to the bed. “Be a good boy and lift up your legs.”

The request slid through Mason, and as he was still floating, he simply played along. There was no reason he could think of not to, and when they lifted up, David gripped his thighs, supporting his legs.

Hot breath washed over Mason’s ass, and then he felt a hard prominence against his taint.

When he felt David’s tongue lapping at his hole, he realized that prominence was the bridge of David’s nose.

Then Mason was definitely back in his body, but his brain completely stopped working. He was just a vessel for pleasure, willing and ready for whatever David wanted.

It was bliss to not think, only feel.