Page 129 of Mason's Run

I listened to Mason begging, pleading with me for more, and I knew I couldn’t deny him this. I couldn’t deny him anything.

I pressed forward slowly, feeling the natural resistance as the ring of muscles objected to my intrusion.

“Bear down, baby,” I whispered, then felt my heart fill with delight as Mason obeyed, his muscles tensing then relaxing, his body opening for me.

I groaned. It was the most glorious thing I’d ever felt in my life. I’d had sex before, even anal sex, but it had never felt likethisbefore. This incredible connection, this heat, this stunning, welcoming feeling of coming home. Even sex with Mack had never felt like this.

I watched as Mason’s eyes roamed over us, seeing him glance down at where we were joined, his breath coming in tiny pants.

God, he was gorgeous! His lips were pink and full, his cheeks flushed with arousal. His eyes…fuck, I thought I could come just from looking at his eyes! The color had darkened to a stormy blue-gray, the gold ring around his pupils stretching and growing as his eyes widened in wonder.

Once I pushed into him, I froze, wanting to give him time to adjust, time to accept me into his body. Within seconds, though, he was rocking against me, his voice turning from a desperate plea to a demand.

“Ripley Devereaux, if you don’t start fucking me right now, I’m going to—” His voice cut off with a sharp intake of breath as I rocked against him, canting my hips and making my cock brush against his gland.

“Going to what, baby?” I asked, sliding my cock almost all the way out of his body, before slamming it back in.

“Going to… kiss an elephant?”Slam.

“Going to… hug a hippo?”Slam.

“Fuck…” he groaned, as I started to pull all the way out again, his eyes snapping and flashing at me as I ravaged him. “I’m going to find a vibrator, shove it up your ass, and the only one who will have the remote will beme,” he snarled, his hands digging into my ass, pulling us closer together.

I laughed, not taking his threat seriously. After all, it wasn’t much of a threat if we both enjoyed it, right?

His eyes narrowed at me, then took on a mischievous gleam. “Or I could do something… else,” he began. Then I felt it. He began clenching and releasing the muscles around my cock.

“Fuck!” I swore. If he kept this up, there was no way I was going to last. I started moving in and out of his body, the sound of his moans, a whispered“Yes!” and occasional “Fuck, Lee!” ringing in my ears as I rocked in and out of his body.

We were both panting within just a few strokes and I reached down between us to grab the base of my cock. No way was I coming before he did.

“I need you to come for me, baby,” I whispered as I stroked in and out of him. “Because I can’t last much longer! I need you to comewithme,” I said, reaching down to stroke his cock where it was trapped between our bodies.

The moan I tore from him wassoworth it as I wrapped my fingers around his length and started stroking.

“Lee,” he gasped, his body drawing up tight around me, “I… Lee, I’m going to…” his voice cut off as he went rigid for a moment, his whole body frozen until I stroked once again over his gland, and he began shooting thick ropes of cum between us, plastering our bodies together as I rocked back and forth, pistoning in and out of his body.

His release triggered my own as his muscles clamped down on me in response.

“Fuck! Fuck!Fuck!Mason!” I yelled as his body spasmed around me and milked my release from me, unloading what felt like gallons of cum into the condom.

I collapsed on top of him, our bodies plastered together, the feeling of his body holding mine lasting far longer than it should have.

Finally, reluctantly, I withdrew, from him, disposing of the condom in a bedside trashcan. I took a minute to find the washcloth we had used earlier for a quick clean up, then I collapsed next to him on the bed, my body boneless. As I lay on my side next to him, I couldn’t keep from staring into his face, his eyes, anxious to make sure it was just as good for him as it had been for me.

“That was…” he began, his voice trailing off.

“That was… what? Are you okay?” I asked, lifting my head to check on him, worry tinging my voice.

He opened his eyes and smiled at me, his face a sight of sleepy contentment.

“That was more thanjustokay,” he said, sliding forward to lay a gentle kiss on my lips.

“That was… shit, I don’t have words to describe it…” He sighed, leaning his head forward and burying it in my chest.

“Wow, Word Boy,speechless?” I asked in mock amazement. “That’s got to be a sign of the apocalypse…”

“Mmmph. Maybe,” he said, a yawn spreading across his face. “Now lie down here and cuddle with me. Sleep now, talk later.”

“You become a caveman after sex? Good to know,” I teased.

“Mmmph.” He said again, refusing to answer.

I slid my arms around him and found his sliding around me as well. We lay entwined, and as we drifted off to sleep, I sent a silent “thank you” to the Universe for having Mason run right where he belonged.

Home.

With me.