His chest rumbled as he groaned once more. We stayed like that for a long time, kissing deeply, his cock hard and grazing mine as I rutted against him, slowly at first. As my body responded to the kissing and the friction, my breathing tightened and I found myself letting out soft moans with almost every thrust.
"Touch me?" I gasped.
He spoke quietly. "I thought you’d never ask." Mason gave me a small smirk as he slid one hand between us and wrapped his strong fingers around my aching, wanting cock.
It was not much different from anyone else touching me, and at the same time, it was so, so much better. His hand was big, his grip firm and steady as he stroked me. Part of me wished we could go inside, explore each other slowly, and part of me couldn’t bear the idea of stopping to do anything else. I wanted it to go on forever.
I surged forward and kissed him again, letting the sensations overtake me. My cock throbbed and ached. The only thing I could do was kiss him and hold on as he took me closer and closer to the edge with every stroke of his fist. I fucked up into it subconsciously, unable to slow down even if I wanted to. I chased the sensations, the intensity of it all, until the orgasm slammed into me, taking my breath away as I came, pulse after pulse releasing into the water. Mason groaned deeply as I came, as if he were getting satisfaction from it too, and bit down on my lower lip, intensifying the pleasure. I moaned softly, grateful that the cabin was surrounded by trees, that the nearest neighbor was a quarter mile away, and that nobody would be able to see us.
When my orgasm ebbed, I pulled back, eyes closed, letting out a weak chuckle. Mason released my cock and went back to holding me with both hands. "You good?"
I laughed again, eyes fluttering open to look at him. "So good."
He gave me a cocky grin and nodded.
I eased out of his grip until he released me and I planted my feet directly into the soft ground. "I want—" I didn’t know how to say what I wanted. Swallowing hard, I decided to go for it. "Can I—"
Mason knew what I was asking before I finished my thought. "Please."
I moved my hand between us and grasped his thick, hard cock. His breath stuttered as I touched him, his hips rocking up intomy touch. As I stroked him slowly, I cataloged the feeling of him. His cock was bigger than mine and it felt heavy in my hand. I’d expected it to feel weird, touching another man, but instead, I found myself getting hard again already. His breathy sounds were a turn-on too, and I wanted more. I wanted to know every sound he made and wondered if he’d make different sounds when I got my mouth on him.
The thought drew me up short and my stroke stuttered for a brief second. I wanted my mouth on him. It wasn’t even a question. I wanted to know what it was like to suck his cock until he came, crying out with pleasure.
I leaned in and kissed him again, hard, dragging my free hand into the hair at the nape of his neck and tugging. He groaned and tilted his head back, exposing his throat to me, and I leaned in and kissed, scraping my teeth along the soft skin before sucking a bruise into his throat. Mason’s hips bucked and he thrust his cock into my fist as he neared the edge, gasping and groaning loudly.
"God, Em. I’m—" He didn’t have time to finish his thought as his orgasm tore through him, his cock pulsing against my hand. I stroked him through it before releasing him slowly. When he’d caught his breath and come down from the orgasmic high, he kissed me again, slowly, languidly.
The sun had set by then, stars dotting the sky, the moon bright and low on the horizon. We kissed for a long time before separating. "We should go inside."
He nodded. "Dinnertime?"
"You’re hungry?"
Mason smirked and looked me up and down. "Not for food."
I laughed. "We should probably refuel first. Plus, I don’t want you too tired tomorrow morning on the roof. How about we postpone round two until after that?"
He gave me an exaggerated pout. "Fine. But I’m holding you to it."
Chapter Fourteen
Mason
Iwokethenextmorningstill reeling from the night before. I could hardly believe we’d… did it count as sex? It didn’t matter. It had been mind-blowing in the best way, regardless of the label. I slid out of bed carefully in an attempt not to wake Emery and made my way into the bathroom to clean up and get ready for the day. When I finished and stepped back into the bedroom, I found Emery sitting up in bed, scrolling on his phone. His face brightened when he saw me.
"Morning," he murmured.
I returned his smile, swallowing hard, nerves zinging through me. "Good morning. Are we… I mean…”
Emery’s smile wavered. “I’m good if you are.”
I let out a relieved sigh. “I’m good. We’re good.”
A little while later, we were eating breakfast and discussing the day’s plans.
“I guess we need to finish painting,” I said. “That’s pretty much the last step, besides putting in the new windows and putting the furniture back, that sort of thing.” It hit me then that our time at the cabin was coming to an end. I wasn’t ready.
I looked over at Emery and he was staring into his cereal bowl. "Hey. You okay over there?"
