“Yes,” she admitted on a breathless sigh.
“Then that’s what you’re going to get.”
His mouth crashed down on hers and she felt as though her body were being electrocuted back to life. The hard bulge at the crotch of his pants pressed into the cradle of her sex and he began to roughly grind himself against her softness. His arm slipped under her back and he raised her upper body off the bed.
“Hold onto my shoulders,” he ordered against her lips then returned to ravishing her mouth.
She held on as he pulled her upward. His hands lifted her as he fumbled with his belt buckle. Her knees came down on the mattress at either side of his hips and she was suddenly straddling him as he sat on the edge of the bed. He kept one arm firmly behind her back as his other hand held his cock and glided it through the moisture weeping from her folds.
“I want you to fuck me, Liberty. Just like this. I want you to fuck me until you come.” He was breathing hard into the curve of her neck as he held himself beneath her, the tip of his erection already probing her sex. “Now, Liberty.”
She impaled herself on his cock and screamed at the delicious shock of pleasure. He stretched her channel, still tender from that morning. Her spine arched and her head fell back. There was a sharp tug at her scalp and she realized Mason held a fistful of her hair. She was riding him, but he was in complete control, completely dominant. She imagined how they must have appeared and a surge of cream coated his hard cock as she bobbed up and down on it and sobbed out her pleasure.
He cradled her ass in the strong grip of his other hand as he began thrusting his hips off the bed. The effect was even deeper penetration. With every thrust he grunted and she cried out in response, over and over, and soon the bedsprings were mimicking her cries.
* * * *
Sean lay in the unfamiliar hotel-like bed, arm folded over his eyes, and tried not to hear the sounds of pleasure echoing through the house from down the hall. He was strongly considering packing his shit back up and leaving, but he was pretty sure a house like this came complete with a security system that would rival Fort Knox. The last thing he needed to do was interrupt them by tripping some alarm while trying to creep out. How on earth did he convince himself coming here was a good idea?
The moans built in tempo and volume until finally Liberty’s scream of pleasure was followed by a crescendo of shouts as they both reached their finish. Yeah, he knew what that was like, but he wasn’t going to allow himself to think about that. He was here now, so he might as well make the best of it. Remembering Mase the way he was, expecting him to be the way he was, would only wind up hurting everyone. It was clear, by the way he looked at his wife tonight, that his college days were only a chapter of self-examination that led to discovering his true self.
Following the eruption of climaxing cries, there was only the muffled drone of voices here and there and then nothing but blissful silence. He hoped he would finally be able to get some sleep, but his brain wouldn’t shut off.
Mason’s lips, mason’s thighs, his strong hands, flashes of his body and what his body was capable of played through his mind. Yet with every vision came the interruption of softer counterparts. Lily-white skin, soft, dainty shoulders, pale pink nipples, his mind accounted for what he didn’t know.
Images collided as bodies writhed under a fog of woven fantasies no good hearted person would entertain. He needed to get out of there. Why had he ever thought coming here would be wise? It seemed in one short week he’d lost his father and Mason all over again.
True, he’d given up Mason years ago, but hearing him make love to his sweet wife, seeing him gaze into her eyes with such unguarded affection, it made the loss so much more pronounced. New wounds appeared where old scars had hardly healed. Sean was torturing himself and all he wanted was some form of closure, a closure he’d never been able to find since the day he walked away from the one person he’d given his heart to, the one person who’d ever truly loved him without condition.
He was breaking with every tick of the clock, every blink of his eye, and every beat of his heart. Yet he couldn’t make himself rise and walk out that door. He was here and something cried out inside of him to stay.