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even lie, I know you got me a new one, I m not stupid. You gave me a key to your penthouse I could have stolen everything you own, you know, Mason said, voice muffled. Ben said nothing, because Mason was kind of stealing something. Nothing huge, just his heart. And now you re paying for my hospital bills& Oh, my god, Mason whined, coming out from under the pillow and gasping for air. Why? Why are you so& It s nothing, Ben said calmly. For better or for worse, till death do us part, blah blah blah. Mason s eyes widened. Are you high? No! Why? Because& Mason sighed. This is too much, I feel& He sat up, staring at Ben. What do you want from me? You have to want something. Ben chuckled. That list was long. Nothing, he said. I don t want anything from you. Nothing. Ben shook his head. I come all the way across the country to find you, and you want nothing from me? Mason squinted at Ben. Exactly how much of our night in Vegas do you remember? When I woke up that morning, I basically stepped on five used condoms and tripped over two empty champagne bottles, and I had the headache of a lifetime. I don t remember that much, but& Ben shrugged. I remember enough. You remember the sex. Yeah, I remember the sex. What else? Ben looked down. Nothing. And that was a lie, because Ben had been having pleasant little epiphanies for weeks of how he d romanced Mason that night in Vegas. Some of the things you said to me, Mason said slowly. You said you remembered telling me you d show me the world. So maybe I remember some other things, Ben said. Mason made a sour face and pressed his cheek up against Ben s leg. He breathed out, and Ben could feel the hot breath. He reached down without thought and stroked Mason s long, soft, black hair. Mason almost purred at the contact. Unholy Matrimony - 80 I m a little starved for affection, Mason mumbled, nuzzling against Ben s leg. Affection is what I do best, you know. I thought dirty dancing was what you did best, Ben said. Mason grunted and bit at Ben s leg. Ouch! I don t want to blackmail you anymore. Mason shoved his face up against Ben s leg to hide. It s okay, I kind of like it, Ben said. Mason pushed his lips forward and kissed Ben s leg. Yeah? he asked. Ben stroked Mason s hair again, his fingers tingling, his belly flipping. Yeah. Mason lifted his head and then sat up, dragging himself across the bed closer to Ben. Fuck, he hissed, his foot catching in the blankets. Hey, careful, Ben said. Mason dragged himself closer, still hissing in pain. What are you doing? Mason s face looked determined. He knelt between Ben s legs and his eyes flashed. I want to thank you. I don t-- I may not be able to stand, but I can kneel, Mason said, licking at his lips. His hands moved up Ben s leg, tickling up the seam of Ben s jeans and pressing down hard over Ben s crotch. Ben hadn t realized he was aroused until he felt Mason s fingers on him, and he moaned loudly, his hips moving up into the touches. Mason, no, he moaned. Yes, Mason murmured, making quick work of Ben s belt. He unbuckled it and tugged, pulling Ben s hips forward, a completely deviant expression on his face. Yes, yes, yes. Ben shook his head, but the relief he felt was so good. Mason, no, seriously Ooh, seriously, he hissed. Shut up, Mason said, looking up with fire in his eyes. Shut up, this is all I have to pay you back with. Ben frowned and put a hand on Mason s forehead. Then stop. I don t want it. His words betrayed his body, and his hips bucked forward as Mason s fingertips slid inside his pants. Mason, stop, I don t want it to be ohh& -- be like this. I want to do this. I ve thought about sucking your perfect cock every single fucking day since Vegas, Mason said, looking down and unbuttoning Ben s pants. I sort of& have a hunger for it. Unholy Matrimony - 81 Mason, stop& Ben s limbs turned to jelly. Mason tugged Ben s pants down his hips, ignoring the halfhearted protests. Ben resisted as best he could, he resisted even as he gave in. It s so fucked up, he thought, as Mason yanked at his boxers. Mason pulled the boxers down to Ben s knees and then stared at the exposed flesh. Oh, he breathed. Oh, oh. Nice. Ben blinked, looking up at Mason dazedly. Nice? Your dick, Mason clarified. Nice. Can I? Would you care if I said no? Ben managed before Mason bent down and licked at the tip. Oh, shit, shit! Mmm& Mason licked a long strip down Ben s cock. You smell so good& Like I remember, I think about it all the time, Benny. Oh, my god, Ben moaned. He slipped his fingers through Mason s silky hair, meaning to push him back, to stop his movements, but Ben only ended up guiding Mason s head as he licked. That s right, Mason said, voice deep and rough. Show me how you like it. Oh fuck, I like anything, anything, Ben panted out. His fingers curled deep into the hair he was caressing, and Mason licked across the head of his cock in appreciation. Ben yelped at the feeling, and his legs jerked, knocking Mason off him, his fingers losing their grip. Jesus, Mason laughed. Trying to kill me? No, Ben breathed. I m the one in danger, here. Shit. [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ] |
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