Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 88218 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 441(@200wpm)___ 353(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 88218 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 441(@200wpm)___ 353(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
Mason can only take so much before he pulls off me and strokes me through the rest of my release.
Cum hits my clothes, and I’m thankful for the Fandom wardrobe department making me change my on-air clothes each day before I leave the set. I do not want to be explaining that stain to the producers.
When my dick finally stops erupting, I sink back into the couch.
Then I hear a faint chuckle.
I can barely lift my head, but when I do, I lock eyes with Mason, and his laughter dies. “Something funny?”
He shakes his head. “Not at all. I was just wondering what I was so nervous about. That was … I know I could use some practice but—”
“That was perfect.” I crook my finger to get him to climb up my body.
When we’re face-to-face, I smile and reach for his beard, rubbing away some of my cum. “Oops.”
“Yeah … you really got it in there.”
“Your fault.”
“It’s so not my fault I couldn’t swallow your entire load. There was a lot. Like a tidal wave of cum.”
“A cum-tsunami? A … cumnami?”
Mason laughs, but I cup the back of his head and bring his mouth down on mine. I don’t care if his mouth is covered in me. I don’t care if I can taste myself on his tongue. After that, I want to kiss him and hold him.
We stay like that for a while, kissing softly, taking each other in, until an impatient Mini-Mason is grinding against me. I reach between us, pushing my hand into the waistband of his sweats, and wrap my fingers around him.
He doesn’t stop kissing me, and it only takes a minute for him to lose himself.
Now we’re both covered in cum, our clothes too, but we don’t move to get up. I’m in no rush, and Mason doesn’t seem to be either.
I run my hand down his back and then back up again.
“We’re really bad at removing clothes,” he murmurs.
“We really are. We might need to do this over and over and over again until we finally learn. Ditch clothes first. Then come all over each other.”
“Sounds like a plan.” Mason finally rolls off me and stands. “Shower? We have to get rid of our clothes for that.”
“I’m in.” I force my wrung-out body to stand and then follow him down the hallway toward my room where he has a stash of his clothes. He still has half his crap in the guesthouse and half in here, but he’s in my bed every night without fail.
We strip down and throw our clothes in my hamper.
While we wait for the water to heat up, I remember something. “Oh, by the way, guess who messaged me today.”
“The Pope.”
“Harley wishes he was the Pope,” I mutter.
Mason spins and pins me with a confused look. “Message? No showing up unannounced, no following you?”
“I was shocked too. But no, Lyric … I don’t think you’ve met him yet. He’s Ryder’s partner and Harley’s first act on his label. Anyway, his single is dropping, so Harley’s busy with that seeing as he’s his manager. The text basically said the chasing has been put on hold for a while, but, in his words, it’s still happening.”
“Only a small reprieve? We can work with that.”
I step closer and run my hand down Mason’s wide chest. Dark hair covers his chest, and not for the first time since he’s been back, I take in the differences between now and when we were on tour. He’s manlier now, and it’s sexy as fuck. Where the label used to send him to have his chest waxed, he’s let that go. He’s unkempt, and I didn’t know that could be a turn-on. Living in Hollywood, everyone is superficial and materialistic. Stripped down to his bare personality, Mason is simple and … average, but it’s the thing I love about the new him the most. Because he’s raw. He’s genuine. He’s truly himself for the first time in ten years. I’m both envious and happy for him.
I can’t really wrap my head around a lot of things when it comes to my sexuality—why Mason’s the only guy I’ve ever been into, why I’m turned on by him even more now that he’s physically more masculine than he was—but I do know my feelings toward him haven’t wavered. They’ve only grown stronger.
He’s my Mason. My rock. My best friend.
My hand keeps traveling down his stomach, which I’m noticing has changed since he’s been back.
“You’ve lost weight.” My voice is laced with slight disappointment.
“I’ve toned up. A tiny bit. It’s from working out while you’ve been on set. There’s still plenty of me to love.”
My gaze flicks up to his, but his head is turned as he reaches for the water to test it. I don’t think he realizes what he said or he didn’t mean it the way I heard it.