Jesse dug his heels into Mason’s back, trying to gain more leverage as he thrust into him for more contact. “Oh my god.” He moaned, feeling the tight sensation start in his groin before flaring to every part of him. He didn’t want it to be over so quickly, but there was no stopping an avalanche once it started rolling.
“Fuck, baby,” Mason grunted, and Jesse had never heard a sexier, more powerful phrase spoken in all of his life.
Jesse inched his hands beneath the elastic of Mason’s lounge pants and squeezed his ass cheeks. He was cautious at first until Mason spread his legs wider, opening them both as if he wanted a firmer touch. Jesse kneaded his fingers into Mason’s furry cheeks and lost himself in the rhythm of his hips. Mason moved on top of him in a way that no man had before. It was controlled and selfless. Mason was solely focused on him, his smoky eyes boring into his, when he lowered his pants enough to take them both into his hand.
Mason’s tight grip on his cock, jerking them together, had Jesse falling faster into the abyss. The pleasure was blinding and unexpected, as fire ignited under his skin and burned him everywhere. Mason braced himself with his forearm against the mattress, and Jesse tilted his head to kiss the straining bicep next to his cheek.
“Come with me,” Mason ordered against his throat.
“Yes,” Jesse whispered dazedly. He clamored to get them closer together, which wasn’t really possible. “More, Ellis,” Jesse begged. He brought his leg up and hooked it on Mason’s shoulder, ready to let it all go, needing this release and intense connection with Mason more than he needed air.
And as if it was the final catalyst, Mason rubbed his scruffy jaw against Jesse’s smooth calf before he licked a long path to his ankle. He watched as Mason’s eyes rolled a second before he tightened his rough palm around the head of their dicks and shot against Jesse’s stomach. He hollered out as his orgasm rushed to meet Mason’s as if it refused to be outmatched. Jesse held on to Mason’s thick body and rode their wave of ecstasy until there was nothing left, until he’d absorbed it all.
Jesse melted as Mason placed soft kisses on his calf before he brought it down to his side. Without words, their mouths met again, and by the time Mason was finished licking and sucking his tongue, Jesse was hard again.
Mason grinned softly against the rim of his ear. “You want more?”
“Absolutely.” Jesse smiled, then yawned around his fist. “Come back to sleep with me.”
“Okay.” Mason nodded. Jesse watched him go into his bathroom and come out with a warm rag to clean him up… and that’s the last thing he remembered.
Mason
Mason stood in his bedroom door drinking a strong cup of coffee and watching Jesse sleep. His long, smooth body looked heavenly against Mason’s dark blue sheets, and he found himself wondering if he was trying to make a fantasy real life. Jesse was so innocently beautiful. A recent graduate ready to explore and experience the real world. Mason had already done that; now he was in search of calmer days. Getting wrapped up in a younger man probably was a sure way to get his heart and ego crushed. Deciding he had too much to think about, he resigned to let Jesse rest in peace—since it’d been weeks since he could—and got dressed to handle some business around his home.
The hours stretched on, and Mason was overly aware of the man in his bed, but he avoided climbing back inside of it with him. That wasn’t the reason he’d brought Jesse there. So, to keep himself distracted, Mason finished Jesse’s laundry from last night and put them in the guest room on the bed along with his leather duffle bag and backpack.
Outside, Mason cleaned up the trash and debris that’d blown into his yard and made sure his widowed neighbor across the street, Mrs. Finley, was doing okay after that storm. Once his yard work was complete, Mason went back inside to shower, only to find Jesse still fast asleep with Mason’s pillow pulled against his face. What am I going to do with you? Now that he’d had a taste of Jesse’s body, he wouldn’t be able to deny wanting much more. But Mason was a rational thinker, and he knew that what he was experiencing was part lust fueled with deeper feelings that went beyond just physical needs and attraction.
It was almost five in the evening before Mason heard his house guest up and stirring around in the back of his house. He didn’t run to him like an overzealous puppy, which was difficult, and instead gave Jesse some space to get himself together. The house smelled like his father’s famous one-pot chicken lo mein, which was one of the few suppers Mason could remember to make that was good. He was showing off and probably doing too much to make a good impression, but Mason wasn’t sure what guys Jesse’s age thought of dating older men. Would a thirty-three-year-old man be too boring to keep up with a twenty-four-year-old one? Would he want Mason to hang out late at night and meet up with friends for barhopping? Would Jesse want to call him daddy? Did he see Mason as old enough to even be one? Fuckin’ hell. Mason cringed since every one of those things sounded horrific.