Mason's Run

by Mellanie Rourke

  I didn’t know Caveman Lee was such a hottie, but he sure was!

  His lips sought mine, then he started slowly working his way down my body.

  Our cocks, which had gone through varying stages or arousal as we’d sat naked on the bed, were now jutting out, rock hard and absolutely vibrating with need.

  Lee’s mouth moved down my body. He gently pushed me onto my back, one arm circling around my shoulders, the other making slow, tight strokes on my cock. I moaned as his hand slowly moved up my cock, firmly stroking up and over the crown, his thumb swirling over the tip where pre-cum flowed. When he stroked over the ridge and tip again, it was all I could do not to come right then and there.

  “Lee,” I gasped. “I’m going to come if you keep doing that…!”

  He smiled at me. “I think that would be a great way to start the evening,” he said, and I felt the heat of his body creep through my own as he continued his ministrations.

  Another searing kiss and our tongues dueled between our lips. As I licked at his mouth, there was a spicy sweet flavor that was so uniquely Lee. Like the scent his mother made for him, there was just something unique, something brilliant and strong about his taste that I knew no one else could ever match.

  He continued stroking me, sometimes slow, sometimes fast, his grip relentless as I approached my climax.

  I couldn’t hold it back any longer and the noises I made were unrecognizable as ropes of thick, white cum shot across my chest. I collapsed back on the bed, blissfully weightless, floating in the security of his arms.

  Lee wasn’t done with me, though. He went to the bathroom and brought back a warm, wet washcloth and gently cleaned me off. Right toward the end he swiped a finger through a last splash of cum on my chest, then brought it to his mouth to suck on. The look on his face was as blissful as the one on mine. He closed his eyes to focus on the taste, then slowly opening them. His hooded emerald gaze staring heatedly at me. He leaned in to kiss me again and I tasted the faint bitterness of my seed on his tongue.

  We lay side by side for a while, just kissing slowly, sweetly, Lee’s hands drifting up and down my body, finally moving down to stroke first along the outside of my thighs, then slowly circling in.

  “I need you to lift your legs for me, baby,” he said, gently helping me pull my feet up and placing them flat on the bedspread. His hands continued to stroke my skin, his mouth moving further down my body until his lips hovered over my cock. His ministrations were already causing it to plump back up, though I would have sworn I was spent.

  I felt his hot mouth hovering over the head of my cock and his tongue darted out to lick gently along the tip, lapping at the pre-cum that was starting to ooze again, then down the ridge around the head. His tongue left a hot, wet line down my length to my balls. Ever so slowly, he licked and sucked at them, taking first one, then another into his mouth, rolling them around with his tongue.

  By this time, I was the one who was speechless, my thoughts fully and completely focused on the feeling of his mouth on me. Lee stroked downward along my taint, and I only had a moment of warning as his hot breath stroked across my puckered flesh, then his tongue was lapping over my hole and I almost came again right then.

  “Holy fuck!” I yelled, my body arching up until Lee used his free arm to firmly anchor me to the bed.

  He grinned up at me, a devilish gleam in his eyes as he lifted my legs to drape them over his shoulder. He repeated the move again, earning more curse words and shudders as I strained to keep from losing it again so quickly.

  “Oh, god, fuck, Lee!” I shouted as his tongue began circling my hole, caressing and sucking, nipping gently, then slowly flicking inside my body. I moaned as he devoured my flesh, pre-cum sliding down my cock, pooling in a little hollow where my body and dick met.

  I was panting, eyes sometimes sliding shut as I felt his touch ratchet through me. I’d been caressed by hundreds, if not thousands, of men, but none of them had even come remotely close to making me feel the things Ripley Devereaux was making me feel.

  “Lee,” I gasped, feeling this strange hunger building in my body. “Lee… I need… I-I need…” I gasped as his tongue slipped inside my body again, little lightning bolts of pleasure blasting through me.

  When I’d played with the toy Jodi had recommended, it had always left me…unfulfilled. It was a little painful, a little pleasurable, but didn’t really excite me like one lick of this man’s tongue did.

  “What do you need, baby?” he asked, looking up at me, his face nestled between my thighs. Lee reached a hand up and stroked down my body, over my nipples, grazing them slightly with his fingernails. I moaned again as his hand rested a moment at the base of my cock, his finger sliding over and around the little pool of pre-cum that collected there. I watched him slick his finger, then felt it slide down between my cheeks. I watched, hardly able to move as he spread my cheeks and blew a cool breath across my hole. My body couldn’t help but clench a little at the cool breath, but the next second, I felt his warm, slippery finger circling the wrinkly skin around my entrance.

  I'd expected to freak out when I felt this, to feel panic or some other emotional kind of pain. But all I felt was a deep, endless hunger… for Lee, for the weight of his body over me, the feel of his strength anchoring me. Then his finger began to gently press into me, and I couldn’t help myself, I started bearing down on him, starving to get that feeling deep inside of me.

  As I felt his finger breach me, I felt a stinging pain for a moment and the events with Dreyven and Ricky tried to flood back into my mind, but then I heard Lee’s voice calling me, forcing me to open eyes I hadn’t realized I’d closed.

  “Mason,” his voice rumbled, looking up at me. “Mason, look what you’re doing to me…” he sighed, the hand that had been holding me to the mattress sliding down between our bodies, until I saw his cock jutting forward between us. It was dark pink and purplish with need, and I couldn’t help myself. I started rocking my body back and forth on Lee’s finger, anxious to feel that cock inside me, filling me.

  We both groaned as I flexed my hips against him and Lee responded to my need by sliding a second finger into my body. The sting was still there, but it was quickly overtaken by burning pleasure that began to send pulses up and down my spine.

  By the time he added a third finger, I was begging, pleading, with him for more. I couldn’t see, couldn’t breathe, could barely even think as this hunger for his body washed over me. Then he slowly removed his fingers and I whimpered— fucking whimpered — at the empty feeling inside of me. Then I felt it, the head of his cock pressing gently against my entrance and I opened my eyes, only to see Lee a few inches above.

  “How are you doing, baby?” He asked, his green eyes searching my own.

  “Please…” I whispered, unable to think beyond the need that was winding every cell tight with need.

  “Please, Lee, I need you…” I whispered.

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  Lee

  I looked into those amazing blue-gold depths, and I knew this was where I wanted to be for the rest of my life.

  I listened to Mason begging, pleading with me for more, and I knew I couldn’t deny him this. I couldn’t deny him anything.

  I pressed forward slowly, feeling the natural resistance as the ring of muscles objected to my intrusion.

  “Bear down, baby,” I whispered, then felt my heart fill with delight as Mason obeyed, his muscles tensing then relaxing, his body opening for me.

  I groaned. It was the most glorious thing I’d ever felt in my life. I’d had sex before, even anal sex, but it had never felt like this before. This incredible connection, this heat, this stunning, welcoming feeling of coming home. Even sex with Mack had never felt like this.

  I watched as Mason’s eyes roamed over us, seeing him glance down at where we were joined, his breath coming in tiny pants.

  God, he was gorgeous! His lips were pink and full, his cheeks flushed with arousal. His eyes…fuck, I thought I cou
ld come just from looking at his eyes! The color had darkened to a stormy blue-gray, the gold ring around his pupils stretching and growing as his eyes widened in wonder.

  Once I pushed into him, I froze, wanting to give him time to adjust, time to accept me into his body. Within seconds, though, he was rocking against me, his voice turning from a desperate plea to a demand.

  “Ripley Devereaux, if you don’t start fucking me right now, I’m going to—” His voice cut off with a sharp intake of breath as I rocked against him, canting my hips and making my cock brush against his gland.

  “Going to what, baby?” I asked, sliding my cock almost all the way out of his body, before slamming it back in.

  “Going to… kiss an elephant?” Slam.

  “Going to… hug a hippo?” Slam.

  “Fuck…” he groaned, as I started to pull all the way out again, his eyes snapping and flashing at me as I ravaged him. “I’m going to find a vibrator, shove it up your ass, and the only one who will have the remote will be me,” he snarled, his hands digging into my ass, pulling us closer together.

  I laughed, not taking his threat seriously. After all, it wasn’t much of a threat if we both enjoyed it, right?

  His eyes narrowed at me, then took on a mischievous gleam. “Or I could do something… else,” he began. Then I felt it. He began clenching and releasing the muscles around my cock.

  “Fuck!” I swore. If he kept this up, there was no way I was going to last. I started moving in and out of his body, the sound of his moans, a whispered “Yes!” and occasional “Fuck, Lee!” ringing in my ears as I rocked in and out of his body.

  We were both panting within just a few strokes and I reached down between us to grab the base of my cock. No way was I coming before he did.

  “I need you to come for me, baby,” I whispered as I stroked in and out of him. “Because I can’t last much longer! I need you to come with me,” I said, reaching down to stroke his cock where it was trapped between our bodies.

  The moan I tore from him was so worth it as I wrapped my fingers around his length and started stroking.

  “Lee,” he gasped, his body drawing up tight around me, “I… Lee, I’m going to…” his voice cut off as he went rigid for a moment, his whole body frozen until I stroked once again over his gland, and he began shooting thick ropes of cum between us, plastering our bodies together as I rocked back and forth, pistoning in and out of his body.

  His release triggered my own as his muscles clamped down on me in response.

  “Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Mason!” I yelled as his body spasmed around me and milked my release from me, unloading what felt like gallons of cum into the condom.

  I collapsed on top of him, our bodies plastered together, the feeling of his body holding mine lasting far longer than it should have.

  Finally, reluctantly, I withdrew, from him, disposing of the condom in a bedside trashcan. I took a minute to find the washcloth we had used earlier for a quick clean up, then I collapsed next to him on the bed, my body boneless. As I lay on my side next to him, I couldn’t keep from staring into his face, his eyes, anxious to make sure it was just as good for him as it had been for me.

  “That was…” he began, his voice trailing off.

  “That was… what? Are you okay?” I asked, lifting my head to check on him, worry tinging my voice.

  He opened his eyes and smiled at me, his face a sight of sleepy contentment.

  “That was more than just okay,” he said, sliding forward to lay a gentle kiss on my lips.

  “That was… shit, I don’t have words to describe it…” He sighed, leaning his head forward and burying it in my chest.

  “Wow, Word Boy, speechless?” I asked in mock amazement. “That’s got to be a sign of the apocalypse…”

  “Mmmph. Maybe,” he said, a yawn spreading across his face. “Now lie down here and cuddle with me. Sleep now, talk later.”

  “You become a caveman after sex? Good to know,” I teased.

  “Mmmph.” He said again, refusing to answer.

  I slid my arms around him and found his sliding around me as well. We lay entwined, and as we drifted off to sleep, I sent a silent “thank you” to the Universe for having Mason run right where he belonged.

  Home.

  With me.

  About the Author

  Mellanie Rourke lives in Akron, Ohio with her loving (and long-suffering) husband, two snarky children, and furry menagerie.

  She has been writing since she was a child but never had the impulse to publish until she was introduced to the world of MM Romance.

  Now her husband has to put up with a variety of new ways to describe a penis, and her children aren't allowed to tell their teachers what she writes.

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