Page 57 of Enemies with Benefits (Finding the Right Brother #1)

His hands wrestled with my jeans, and for a moment, I wondered about being caught.

It was an out-of-the-way area for sure, but there was still a chance someone might wander back there, even if it was a club employee coming out for a quick smoke.

Maybe that would have been enough to make me hesitate, but that was cut off quickly when I felt his hands grip my shaft and pull me free, giving it a squeeze that told me just how much he wanted it in a lot more than just his hand.

Which was swiftly followed by pressure on my hand as he tried to sink down.

I knew what he wanted. I didn't even consider denying him, and I moved my hand from his throat to the back of his head as he sank to his knees.

Even after weeks of sleeping with him, I never got over the mixed feelings of power and eroticism that came with seeing Mason Beckett willingly on his knees.

To watch as he gripped the base of my cock and licked his lips, probably to make it smoother to suck me off, but my brain still saw it as anticipation too.

A groan rumbled out of my chest as he took me into his mouth, sucking me down deep in the next couple of bobs.

Another thing I’d never get used to was the sight of my dick disappearing into his throat like some adult party trick.

There was enough light in the alley that I could see everything I needed to see.

The sweat on his brow, the way his fingers caressed the parts of my shaft he didn't have in his mouth, and the bobbing of his throat as he worked the muscles around the head, groaning as he felt me twitch deep inside him.

I jerked when I felt a slick hand slide up behind me.

It wasn't the first time he'd tried something like that, and I probably should have stopped him, but.

..I didn't. Instead, I tried to enjoy the sensation of his mouth and throat as he found what he was looking for and pushed a digit into me.

Never having had anything inside me before, I found myself distracted by the sensation.

It was only a finger, but it was distracting enough as he pushed in deep.

It wasn't a bad feeling, but it was strange and new, almost enough to make me want him to stop until his finger shifted and something inside me lit up.

It merged with the feeling of his mouth wrapped around my dick, and a shudder ran through me.

A groan, this one from the depths of my chest, came out as he began to move his finger along with his mouth, and I felt a whole new sensation of pleasure, still awkward, but now it was more than tolerable.

Jesus, if this was even a taste of what he felt when I put my dick in him, no wonder he lost his mind when I fucked him.

I was damn sure that something bigger would feel even more awkward, if not downright painful, but if someone could get past the discomfort and pain of something larger, I'd bet the payoff was even larger too.

Which brought my attention to what I’d wanted from the moment I saw him standing on the steps of his apartment, wearing dark, tight jeans and a shirt that was open enough to see his chest. When he'd turned around to grab what turned out to be the bike helmets, I'd stared at the curve of his ass and knew right then that if I was just a little bolder, I would have pushed him into the apartment and bent him over the nearest surface.

"Lube," I growled, hoping he’d thought to bring it with him even if he had planned on sleeping with me when we got back to his apartment.

His finger slipped from me, and his mouth came off me, and I missed both.

Yet I definitely wasn't going to argue with the sight of his flushed face as he peered up at me, lips red and swollen, eyes gleaming with unabashed desire for me.

I couldn't remember ever having someone look at me with such open lust and desire before.

Maybe it was just because Mason was not afraid to let that sort of thing show, or maybe it was because he was just that into me.

Maybe it was the first, but something deep in my gut said that the second definitely played a role, and there was a hunger deep inside me that had never been satiated that wanted to devour that idea.

Instead, I latched onto the sight of him reaching into his back pocket and pulling out a silvery pouch that he held up with a smirk. “What? Did you think I wasn't prepared?"

"The fuck. Were you expecting me to fuck you before we got back?" I asked in annoyance because, of course, he would expect something like that.

"I was tempted to bring you into my office and see if I couldn't convince you to bend me over the desk," he said with a shrug, reaching behind me, shoving his hand into my pocket, and squeezing my ass.

"I wasn't sure if it would happen, but it never hurts to be prepared.

And by the way, before you rail me against the wall, I was paying attention to you. Which is why I know this is here."

I stared as he pulled something out of my pocket and held it up, flipping it open to show Ryan's name and a number scribbled beneath it.

I blinked, faintly remembering that Ryan had done something with my pocket before he'd walked off.

I had been distracted, though, so I hadn't paid attention to what it was, quickly dismissing it.

I felt annoyance rumble back to life as Mason gave the paper a little wiggle.

With a growl, I snatched it from his hand, tossed it away, and took the lube from him, ripping it open with my teeth.

Ignoring the bitter taste as it leaked onto my tongue, I pinched the top, grabbed him by the shoulder, and spun him around so he was facing the wall.

He reached down, undoing his pants and wriggling his hips to get them down along with his underwear.

They were stretched over his thighs, giving me total access to him.

A couple of my fingers had also gotten lube on them, and I pushed them against his hole and inside.

He groaned, and I bit my bottom lip as I felt the grip of him around my fingers, the heat squeezing around me, almost drawing me in as I pushed my digits further into him.

There was going to be zero patience for any of the prep we’d grown used to, but somehow I thought Mason already knew that.

The tension and desire between us were so intense I’d swear I could almost see it crackling in the air.

As I stroked my cock, covering it messily in a thick layer of lube to hopefully ease some of the discomfort from going in without much prep, I was reminded of the smell of him.

I was reminded of the smell of a heavy ocean breeze and the tickling smell of lightning from a distant, oncoming thunderstorm headed for shore.

Then he pushed back, his fingers curling against the wall as if he couldn't wait for me to get started.

All lofty thoughts were forced out of my head as I stepped forward, one hand gripping my dick to keep it steady and the other grabbing his hip to keep him steady.

I pushed the head against him, the pressure building to the point that I wondered if he was too tense, I was too big, and I would need to waste more time getting him?—

"Fuck," he hissed as all the pressure popped not only the head of my cock in, but the first inch or so of the shaft as well.

All I could manage was a harsh grunt as I felt him squeeze around me with a grip that threatened to send me over the edge.

Maybe it was the alcohol, but I thought it was more likely that I was amped up so much that even the hot grip of his insides felt almost too much, I was just too sensitive.

That didn't stop me from pushing further, however, biting down on the urge to come right there and to bury myself in one instant.

I could already sense that I was pushing his limits, but not once did he hint that he wanted me to stop.

I knew I couldn't go too deep too quickly, but I had to do something .

The best I could manage was to saw back and forth, rocking my hips to keep moving, but also making sure I didn't go too deep.

It worked wonders, since the grip around my dick was slacking off quickly as I rocked deeper, finding a new depth and a new grip, but making progress all the time.

It didn't take me long to get all the way in, my hips pressing tightly against his ass, but it felt like it took forever.

My hands had shifted, one was still holding his hip, but the other held tight to his shoulder as I stayed in place, carefully breathing even though I knew the minute I started moving, my thin thread of self-control was going to snap.

I wiggled my hips, and he gave a low, plaintive groan that was all I needed for what came next.

I slid out halfway before pushing forward quickly, grunting as his insides held me tightly but no longer in a painful grip.

A shiver ran through me as I pulled back until only my head was still inside him.

There was a moment where I savored the anticipation of what was about to happen, fairly confident that he was doing the same thing.

It was only a moment, though, and I pushed forward, burying myself with a swift jerk of my hips and yanking a faint groan out of him.

It had been smooth, and that was all I needed to know to start working my hips with complete abandon.

I didn't even care that the sounds of my hips meeting his ass were loud, cracking sounds that echoed off the wall and might be heard from outside the alley.

Just like I didn't care that his groans were getting louder, I started really pounding when I heard his moans take a deeper note.

My angle shifted slightly as I changed my footing.