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CONNOR

I took Spencer by the arm and walked him up to the path that would take him straight to our dorm. “You sure you’ll be okay?” I reiterated, not wanting to come across as too concerned.

“I’ll be fine. Thanks, though,” he said. “Nothing a good night’s sleep won’t cure. Speaking of sleep?” He paused and shot me the side-eye with a smile. “If I don’t see you in the morning, I’ll assume your wishes came true.” I rolled my eyes.

“I don’t know where things might lead tonight, but I do know a bit more about him now. I’ll fill you in later once you’re sober,” I said with a wink.

Spencer headed to the dorm with a few other students who’d probably called it a night as well. I spun on my heels to head back to Mason. He told me he was a widower, which means he was married before. We’d both confessed our attraction to one another, and that made me hopeful. I thought he was the sexiest man I’d ever seen, and I wanted desperately to be with him. I felt my cock respond with anticipation. I hoped he’d take advantage of the night.

Mason stood as I walked back to him, his hands in his pockets. I stood in front of him and took in his broad form as I bit my lower lip. The want I felt had never been this strong. What had started as a simple act of kindness by putting my head on his shoulder turned into something I didn’t expect. He’d responded in kind by putting his head against mine. My reaction to kiss him just happened; I’d needed his lips on mine. I wanted more, though.

I looked at him and did my best to keep my next question neutral and not too forward. “It’s not really that late. Are you hungry? We can head over to that diner.” He looked into my eyes, not answering right away.

In a low growl, he finally answered. “I’m hungry, but not for food, if you know what I mean.” My knees went weak. I knew his answer was an invitation.

“Where to?” I asked a bit too quickly.

“Let’s walk back to Big Red,” he said confidently. I didn’t know what Big Red was, but I didn’t question it.

I hooked my arm through his as we headed along the same path Spencer had taken back to the dorm. The night was chilly, but the wind still hadn’t picked up, and the bonfire had waned some. I walked, my footsteps in sync with his, and I felt our heartbeats might be as well.

The beer made me think I should relieve myself before what I thought might happen later. Luckily, the fraternities thought about the need for toilets with all the beer consumption, so they strategically placed a few Porta Potties in the area. Once we passed a vacant one, we each took a turn to use it.

We both felt lighter and more relaxed as we made our way to his rig, my arm linked in his. Now I understood the meaning of Big Red. It took almost fifteen minutes to make the trek, and the closer we got, the more my anticipation peaked. We were quiet for most of the walk. My head was swimming with thoughts of what I wanted him to do to me and what I planned to do to him. It would be his first time with a guy, and I wanted it to feel special. He was special.

The cab of his truck was cold since it had sat idle through the night, so Mason flipped a few switches, and I could feel the heat kick on. “You don’t have to turn the engine on to get your heater to work?” I asked as I removed my jacket, watching him remove his as well.

“Nope,” he replied as he adjusted things on the dashboard. “I have an auxiliary power unit just behind the cab that runs on diesel from the truck.” He pointed to the back area. “By the way, the mattress's platform is heated for extra warmth, too.” His eyes sparkled in the cab’s interior light, and I wanted to jump his bones so badly.

I could tell Mason was nervous, and I wanted to take charge to make him comfortable. He was a confident man, and I knew once things heated up, he’d know what to do. Men knew what men liked, and I was going to prove it to him.

Mason was quiet, but I could feel his eyes boring into me as I removed my boots. He sat in the driver’s seat, which he’d swiveled toward me, but as he bent to take his boots off, I noticed his hands shaking slightly. He was breathing hard, and I could tell he wanted it but was nervous. He looked up at me, and I reached down, placing a hand on each side of his face, bringing my mouth hungrily to his. He closed his eyes.

“Mhmmm,” he moaned deep into my mouth as I brushed my tongue across his lips, which allowed me to trace the inside of his mouth eagerly. His mouth had the light, hoppy taste of the beer we’d had, and I was sure he could taste it in mine as well. He opened wider as our tongues danced, and we were suddenly lost in each other. As my lips savored his, his shoulders eased. When I finally broke our kiss and looked into his steely blue eyes, I could tell he craved it. He craved me.

“Clothes off,” I whispered, nibbling his earlobe, then licked the outer rim of his ear. I felt him shudder. We could have been in public view, but I knew we had privacy since his rig’s windows were tinted. He’d also pulled down the cab’s window shades to shield us from any prying voyeurs that walked by.

I moved back as he finished removing his boots, and he faced me as I pulled my sweatshirt over my head. He looked me up and down, but I sensed hesitation.

“Mason, if you’re not comfortable with this, I totally understand,” I said as he looked deeply into my eyes.

He didn’t say a word but lazily pulled up his T-shirt, and I stood there in wonder. I huffed out a breath. “Oh fuck. Just look at you.” My eyes trailed every crevice and muscled line he displayed. I was taken aback by his sculpted form, the patch of trimmed black chest hair that covered defined pecs, and the distinct treasure trail that dove into his waistband. My gaze was fixed, knowing where that trail eventually led. I traced that thin line of hair with the back of my hand and lightly hooked a finger in his waistband, brushing his abdomen back and forth seductively. I placed both hands on his hips and looked at him.

Mason’s hunger was apparent as his eyes darted back and forth between mine, and I knew it wouldn’t take long for him to take control, but I planned on taking the lead tonight. My cock was so hard that it hurt.

I stepped forward, and as our bodies brushed against each other, his brass belt buckle touched my stomach. I shivered from its cold contact. It made me flinch slightly, and I backed away from it. Mason gave me a puzzled look as I said, “Your buckle, it’s cold…sorry.” He gave me a naughty smile and, in one quick motion, unhitched it. Grasping the buckle in one hand, he gave it a sharp tug, and the belt flew from his waist with a loud crack. My hands didn’t move from his hips as he dropped the belt to the floor.

Grabbing my shoulders, he pulled me toward him, and our bodies slapped together with heated need. His cock was like steel, and he rubbed his hardness against mine. I was on fire. He grabbed the hair behind my head roughly, taking hold, and then tipped my head back. I could sense his strong alpha presence and willingly let my jaw go slack when he brought his mouth forcefully to mine and claimed me without any hesitation.

I was beside myself. My daddy fantasy was coming to life.