Thankfully, Owen doesn’t waste any more time with my wayward thoughts, grasping the back of my neck in his big hand and pulling me to him. Then his lips press against mine.
I let out a soft sigh against his mouth, reveling in the feeling of his hard body pressed against me. My cock hardens so fast, I feel woozy, but I just lean into him. I feel his answering hardness, and God, I hope we’re doing more about it this time.
But even if we just kiss, this is one of the best moments of my life.
“I don’t want to rush you,” he breathes, his hands sliding up the back of my shirt. My skin feels like it’s on fire where he rubs over it in big circles.
“Oh please, rush me,” I mumble, my hands going to the bottom of his shirt. He chuckles slightly, helping me lift it off him. My shirt goes next, and then we make our way back inside his house, barely managing to close the door behind us.
Our clothes fly as we make our way to the couch, and before I know it, we’re both totally naked and grinding our hard cocks together.
“Oh my God,” I say as the head of my cock catches on his, pre-cum making our dicks slick as we slide together, my body under his much bigger one.
“Yeah. You feel so damn good.” He kisses me hard. His body is graceful as he braces most of his weight off me with his strong arms. “Are you going to come for me?”
“Way sooner than I’m proud of,” I try to joke, but it turns into a slow, drawn-out moan when he reaches between us, grasping both our cocks together in his large hand, stroking us with just the right amount of firmness. “Oh holy shit.”
“God, you’re perfect.” He kisses my nose before looking down between our bodies as I thrust into his hand over and over in need.
I can’t hold it back anymore, and my cum sprays everywhere between us as I let out a strangled cry. I’d be embarrassed by how fast I came if I could even think about more than the intense amount of pleasure raging through my body. I come so damn hard, I close my eyes, and my vision goes white for a moment. And when I feel his cum coat my cock and stomach a few moments later, my nearly spent cock gives another spurt, jerking against my thigh.
“Wow.”
He’s breathing hard, peppering kisses over my cheeks. “Was that okay?”
“That was amazing,” I say breathlessly, and he smiles. It seems so easy with him. Even after he climbs off me, cleaning me off with his discarded shirt, then quickly doing the same to himself.
He goes to his room, coming back with a pair of black joggers on and handing me a pair, looking slightly sheepish. “I wasn’t sure if you wanted these or not but thought you might want to get comfortable.”
Does that mean he’s not going to kick me out right away?
Isn’t that what people do after a hookup?
I mean, that’s what this has to be, right?
“They’re just sweats, Mason.” He’s grinning at me, and I feel my cheeks heat as I reach out for them.
“Thank you.”
“No problem.” I tug them on, but he hasn’t moved yet. My nerves start to kick up again, but then he asks, “You wanna watch a movie or something? I think I have some popcorn.”
I’m sure my smile is way too bright when I nod, but I don’t care. “Yeah. That would be great.”
He moves toward the kitchen, and I settle into his couch, feeling pretty damn great.
Hookup or friendship... or whatever this is, I’ll take it.
Chapter seven
Owen
Okay, so this is totally fine. It’s just night... six?
Jesus Christ. Yup, it’s night six of swimming and dinner with Mason. With some fooling around—but not every night. We mostly just hang out and talk. I know all about the small town where he grew up.
I know about his parents and how he loves them but still doesn’t feel comfortable coming out to them. I told him about coming out to my own super religious parents. I was terrified, but they hugged me and told me they loved me no matter what.
And then they went on to prove it every step of the way. Still, I made sure he knows it’s up to him, and he should tell them only when he’s ready and it feels right.
