"I wasn't worried," I said as the doors slid closed and the elevator began to rumble its way up.
"Sure you weren't," he said, stepping forward to tap a flat disc I knew to be a programmable key for the hotel staff against the pad below the numbers before hitting the top floor button. "There, now I get a smooth ride all the way to the top without being interrupted."
"What could you need to do in an elevator that doesn't need to be interrupted?"
"The same things that taught me how little our security guy cares about watching the live feed."
Which was the only warning I received before his body was suddenly pressed against mine. As always, he kept his face a safe distance from mine, but his hand had absolutely no problem reaching down to grip my groin and give it a gentle squeeze. My eyes again flashed up to the camera, but he didn't bother stopping as he ran his thumb down my cock, and despite my worry, it was quickly beginning to harden.
"I told you, don't worry about it," he chuckled in a low voice. "I could get on my knees right now and suck you off, and he wouldn't notice. Funny when you think about it. He's so wrapped up in his porn that he wouldn't think to glance at the camera feed and see actual porn playing out for him on the screen he's being paid to watch."
"I don't...want anyone to see," I told him while making precisely zero attempt to push him off as I stood there, back pressed against the wall of the elevator and rock hard under his touch. God, it wasn't like I hadn't been helpless under the touch of another person before, but it was still weird for it to be Mason. Maybe it would have been less weird with any other guy, but then again, maybe none of this would have even happened if it hadn't been for Mason.
"So, I was thinking," he continued, clearly ignoring me as his fingers unsnapped my pants and slid beneath the waistband of my underwear. "Or should I say, I had a thought. Specifically, when I saw you at the bottom of the stairs and knew your whole night was going to open up."
"God only knows what kind of thought you were having," I said, hating the way I pushed into his grip as it wrapped around my dick.
"God probably turned away when he saw that thought," Mason chuckled, leaning forward so his warm breath caressed my neck. "But it occurred to me that it's long past time."
"For what?" I asked, unable to stop reaching around and cupping his ass, squeezing it far harder than I would have done to anyone else. Which really wasn't a problem, Mason seemed to get off on my being rough with him as much as I enjoyed being rough. Then again, he'd proven time and time again that he wasn't shy about giving it back in equal measure.
"That you finally get over that last little hurdle."
"Which one?"
The elevator rumbled to a stop, and he drew back, letting me hastily button my pants. “The one where you put that thing inside me and fuck me until I can't walk right the next day."
Shock at his honesty was only a slight trill before the blast of lust overtook it at the idea that followed hot on its heels. Not that I should have been surprised, Mason had never been shy about a thing in his life as far as I had seen. He most certainly hadn't been shy about anything sexual between us. Yet it still caught me off guard, maybe it was just that we were in a semi-public area, or the content of the comment itself. Yet even I couldn't deny that his words hooked into the center of my brain and yanked me to attention.
Well, and somethingelsewas at attention as well, making me glad there was no one outside the elevator as I trailed out into the hallway after him. The doors on this floor were further apart than on the other floors. I could vaguely remember Moira telling me there had been suites on the top floor at some point when they’d been kids.
Mason strode down the hallway, never once glancing over his shoulder, clearly confident I would follow. Which probably should have irritated the shit out of me because damn him and his arrogance. And especially damn him because he was completely right, and knowing that I was helpless in the face of him and his offer. There was no point in pretending like I hadn't been powerless from the first moment I realized the feeling of his body pressed against mine was a source of pleasure.
At the end of the hall, he pressed the key to the keypad on the door and pushed it open slowly, only stepping into the room once I was close behind him. Something told me he was waiting for me to do something, and I felt a flash of irritation because, damn him, of course, he was going to keep playing games, even now. I knew I was playing into his hand, that my irritation wasexactly what he was looking for, and that still wasn't enough to stop me.
I reached out and took hold of him, barely paying attention to the large suite we had stepped into, save to note there was a living space straight ahead and a doorway to the right that was probably the bedroom. Spinning him around, I let the door to the hallway close on its own and shoved him against the wall with a satisfying thump of his head. He grinned, and despite never having thought of it before, I knew immediately how to get that idiotic, arrogant smile off his face.
Kissing him had been an impulse, but the minute I mashed our lips together, the already intense heat in my gut roared to a whole new level that immediately robbed me of all sense. Mason tensed for a moment before his hand gripped the back of my neck and held me tight against him, like he was trying to merge our mouths. The result was the unpleasant sensation of our teeth clicking before we finally figured out how to work our mouths, tongues battling as I held him tight against the wall.
As usual, his hands shot down to my groin, pulling at my jeans again and undoing them with a snap before I felt warm fingers sliding into my underwear. Fingertips brushed the base of my cock as I tasted something sweet on his tongue. I'd never imagined what it would be like to kiss him. Mostly because the thought had always sent an uncomfortable squirm through my gut that I never wanted to acknowledge. The urge to kiss him had come on strong and without warning, and although I would probably obsess over escalating things after it was all said and done, all I could do was chase the taste of him as his fingers dug into my hips in an attempt to yank my pants and underwear down.
"Fucking…" he muttered, breaking the kiss and leaving me frustrated at the sudden absence. He pushed against me, and then shoved me when I wouldn't relent to whatever he wastrying to do. I stumbled back, and my back hit something hard. I tried to step forward, only to have him slam his hand against my chest and hold me in place before reaching down, gripping the bottom of my shirt, and yanking it up. I was forced into an awkward tangle of limbs as he fought to get the shirt off, and I wondered if maybe I should start wearing looser shirts from here on out.
Air-conditioned skin slid over my heated chest and stomach as he tossed the shirt aside and gave my pants and underwear another yank, bringing them to the top of my thighs. I grunted as it resulted in my dick being pinned beneath the even tighter band of my underwear before he pulled me free, thumb running over the leaking head and making me groan at the sudden jolt of pleasure.
"Milo should mind his own business," Mason hissed as he ran a hand over my chest and stomach with a possessiveness that made me uneasy, but something stopped me from recoiling from it. "But I've got to admit, he's not a liar. Youaresmoking hot."
If his brother's compliment had been awkward to hear, it was gasoline thrown onto the flame coming from Mason. Compliments were a rare and usually confusing thing coming from him, but when he pulled one out in the sexual sense, it never failed to drive me crazy. Considering the state I was in, it was a miracle he hadn’t driven me to complete insanity. At that point, I would have welcomed madness, embracing it as he dove forward, sucking on my neck and yanking the sort of groan out of me that I couldn't remember ever making before. Then again, I'd never had a sexual partner who’d been interested in being the aggressor as much as the target of aggression.
He proved it when he nipped at my lip, rough enough to draw a hiss before I pushed him, this time toward the living space. He took a step backward before his legs hit the arm of the couch,and he sat down. I didn't care about the sound of ripping fabric as I pulled his shirt off, throwing it aside. If we were going to do this, then he needed to be as far from his clothes as possible.
He let out a short laugh when I pushed him again, forcing him to fall backward onto the couch. I had no intention of lingering there, but the push meant he was on his back, hips resting on the arm, and I had easy access to the rest of his clothes. I ignored his socks; apparently, he'd kicked his shoes off at some point, which reminded me to do the same. Instead, I worked on his pants and underwear.
He had to lift his hips at some point, but I was able to yank the clothes off. Still practically insane from the nerves jumping and twisting inside me, I didn't think twice about diving forward, gripping his legs and forcing them open as I brought my mouth down onto his thighs. I felt the muscles of his legs tense at the feel of my lips, and he flinched when I bit down, first swearing at what I imagined had to be the pain and then groaning as I dragged my teeth down his sensitive inner thighs.
His cock bounced when I dragged my mouth back up, the tip glistening in the lights he'd left on in the room. I didn't care that the position was awkward and uncomfortable for both of us, I knew exactly what I wanted. Even with gradual exposure to sex with another guy, there was still hesitation on my part and unease that had no real voice, just a vague feeling that was drowned out after a while. This time, there was no sense of it whatsoever as I took him in my mouth, tasting him all over again and feeling my stomach twist pleasantly when he groaned as I sank further down, letting him hit the back of my throat before backing up to try it again.
"Fuck yes," he hissed, and his fingers gripped my short hair, trying to find something to hold onto as his hips twitched, forcing his cock into my throat. Even when I gagged, he didn't hesitate to do it again, and I felt my throat work harshly inresponse. I hated him for that, even knowing I treated him the same way when he was going down on me. The anger sputtered and fizzled out when I felt his cock twitch in my mouth, and the taste of him leaking.
