Page 42 of Developing Hearts (Pine Point Fixer-Uppers #5)
Chapter forty-two
David
Intense. All-consuming. Hot as fuck. There were a lot of words to describe the sensations rocketing around David’s body as he took Mason’s dick to the hilt, but they only formed as fleeting thoughts.
His brain didn’t actually work in that moment.
He was a vessel for passion, and every inch of Mason’s dick that plunged into him filled that vessel more and more.
When he felt bush against his tailbone, he sighed and waited, breathing carefully and slowly.
Mason’s voice was a low growl in his ear. “You good?”
“I’m fucking fantastic.” Every word felt like it vibrated the rod in his ass, even though he knew that was ridiculous. Not that I’m complaining . “You feel so fucking good.”
“Me?” Mason laughed, although it sounded almost pained, like he was straining. “It’s taking everything I’ve got not to cum right now.” He pressed his lips to David’s neck again, just next to the still-tender spot he’d left before, and started again, sucking and nipping and licking.
David’s body dissolved into a cloud, joining the steam and heat around them.
He was only barely aware of it when he slid up again, then down, slowly riding Mason’s dick in the water.
It splashed, and he thought some of it might have hit the floor around the tub, but he wasn’t aware enough of anything around himself to know for sure.
Not until Mason reached around and began stroking him. In time with the fucking, Mason hardened up David’s dick. So David rode faster, egging him on, daring him to keep up…which Mason did. “Good boy. Make me cum with you inside of me.”
“Jesus…” Mason raked his nails up the front of David’s torso, catching his nipple and twisting it. “Say it. Call me—”
“Good boy.” David felt Mason start thrusting upward, still stroking, still tweaking his nipple. “You’re such a good boy.”
Water definitely splashed up over the edge of the tub. David leaned back and twisted his head around so he could make eye contact. He pressed his lips to Mason’s and tightened his hole as much as he could.
The kiss turned into a gasp and David felt Mason get even harder inside of him.
Then he felt heat and pressure as Mason’s entire body tensed, and he shot his load.
It was hot inside of David…and that heat pushed him over the edge.
His balls pulled up higher and he stuck his dick down into the water and watched ropes of white fly out, floating to the top.
For a minute or an hour or a day—hard to tell—they stayed there together, Mason going soft inside of him, David trying to catch his breath, neither of them seemingly all that eager to leave any space between them.
David leaned his head back again and kissed Mason’s Adam’s apple. “Good boy.”
“Don’t try to turn me on again.” Mason’s voice was ragged, but his smile was wide. “I’m spent. If you try to get me to cum again, all you’re going to get is a closed for business sign popping out.”
David tucked that idea away in the back of his mind.
He didn’t do that much surrealist art, but that could at least be an entertaining image to put together.
“I can acquiesce. Tonight.” On shaking legs, David rose from the tub.
Even when he was out of the water, he felt different slickness dripping down out of his hole and along his thighs.
“Don’t usually have to shower after I take a bath.
” He padded over to the shelves filled with bright, white towels.
He dropped one on the floor and skidded it back over to the tub with his toe. Then he gestured for Mason to stand.
He was red from the heat of the water, and his dick still had a ribbon of white dripping from the tip.
His hips curved out, and David wanted almost nothing more than to snuggle in bed and hold him close.
A pang of nerves—something he wasn’t all that used to, if he was honest—lanced through his middle, and as he held out the towel for Mason to step into, he couldn’t help but give voice to his worries.
“You’re not heading out, are you?” It wasn’t direct, but even if it was ridiculous, he needed to hear that Mason wasn’t going to leave.
He was…so stable. So good. Too good for me .
Mason skipped the towel entirely, tossing it aside and grabbing David by the shoulders.
“Hey. You’re in a post-nut panic right now.
Happens to everyone.” Then he wrapped his arms around David.
“I’m not going anywhere tonight, and once we’re all done with the wrap-up stuff for the show, I’m going to be back in Pine Point and we’ll work out a time to get together.
” When he kissed David, it wasn’t filled with passion or ragged with need. It was simple, firm, unflinching.
David melted forward into him, letting his tongue slide out into Mason’s mouth. When he needed a real breath again, he took the opportunity to speak. “Sorry. I just don’t want to lose a good guy.”
“If you were going to lose me, that would have happened one of the dozen times I freaked out over the past three weeks.” Mason’s fingers raked through his hair, massaging David’s scalp.
“You stuck with me through that nonsense. I’m here for the long haul, babe.
” Finally, he pulled away from the embrace and grabbed the towel.
He scrubbed it over his hair, leaving a cloud of dark bronze on top of his head.
“Get your shower. I’m going to…go check out that painting you wouldn’t let me look at. ”
The air froze for a second, and then Mason jogged out the door and David chased behind him. “Not without me, you naked son of a bitch!” Mason had a head start, but David caught him and rerouted him onto the sofa, where they tumbled down in a tangle of limbs and kisses.