Liability [Suncoast Society] (Siren Publishing Sensations)

by Tymber Dalton

  Next thing Mason knew, the taller man had turned them around and pinned Mason against the foyer wall, kissing him.

  Fuck it.

  Mason’s cock howled for attention. He grabbed Cole’s hips and ground his against him, forcing him back from the wall and turning them both, pinning Cole this time and taking over.

  “I couldn’t think about anything but this today,” Cole admitted when Mason let him take a breath.

  “Me, either,” Mason growled, hooking his fingers over the front waistband of Cole’s jeans and dragging him into the living room. He pushed him down onto the couch and fell onto him, kissing him again.

  Fuck slow, Mason wanted his cock deep inside this man, his mouth or ass, he didn’t care, and right that moment.

  He sat up and yanked his shirt off, tossing it to the side. He reached down and tweaked Cole’s nipples, tugging on them. “You realize by the time we finally collapse tonight we’re both going to have sore asses and empty balls, right?”

  Cole grinned up at him. “Oh, fuck, I hope so.”

  Mason ripped the man’s jeans open and started tugging them down, licking and nipping, biting as he worked his way toward exposing Cole’s cock. He wanted hard and rough and tumble. He wanted to see what the man was like when he wasn’t holding back out of fear of hurting Kim in the bad ways.

  Wanted to show the man what loving another man could feel like.

  Cole was fumbling with Mason’s belt. “You have too many goddamned clothes on, Mase. Why didn’t you just show up naked?”

  “Think that might have gotten me stopped by the po-po, buddy. Not to mention, I have a dress code at work.”

  He shoved Cole’s hands away and unfastened his belt and jeans. When Cole’s fingers finally closed around his shaft, Mason wanted to howl with pleasure to finally, finally have this man to himself for a few hours and be able to completely let loose.

  Yeah, Mason held back in some ways with Kim. She wasn’t a guy. Cole wasn’t a masochist, but he’d get it.

  Cole slicked Mason’s pre-cum over the head and down his shaft. “Come up here and fuck my mouth,” he said.

  Mason climbed up him and did that, moaning as the hot, wet heat of Cole’s mouth swallowed his shaft.

  Mason paused, holding deep for a moment before easing back out again. Then he pulled out. “Hold on.”

  He got up, finished stripping, then turned and climbed on top of him sixty-nine. He swallowed Cole’s shaft, enjoying the answering moan that vibrated through his cock as Cole reacted.

  Mason lifted his head. “Yeah, that’s it. You keep moaning like that and you’re going to be swallowing before you know it.” He went deep again, fondling Cole’s balls, realizing the man had shaved them.

  How had he missed that fact before?

  Oh, yeah, they’d all been too busy fucking.

  Then Mason realized he didn’t want to blow his load like this. He sat up, climbing off Cole—whose moan was in disappointment that time—and grabbed his hand.

  He pulled Cole to his feet and led him to the bedroom. “Come on. I need to fuck that ass.”

  He’d picked up extra condoms and his favorite lube for this night. With Cole on his back on the bed, legs spread wide, Mason smiled down at him as he worked three fingers into the man’s ass.

  “This time, I’m going to go slow, because I want to savor that nice ass of yours,” Mason said. “So don’t you dare come, because then I want you to pound that cock of yours into my ass.”

  “Not sure if holding back’s going to be an option,” Cole said. “I’m close now.

  Mason reached down with his free hand and encircled the base of Cole’s cock. “Maybe we both need to invest in cock rings,” he said as he pressed and held. Cole got nearly the same delicious look Kim did, his lower lip caught under his teeth, as Mason finished prepping him.

  Then he let go of Cole’s cock, wiped the lube off his hand, and rolled on a condom.

  This time, he pressed slow, easing the knob of his cock past Cole’s rim and pausing to savor it. He leaned forward to kiss the man. Cole’s legs were draped over Mason’s shoulders, and he pressed the man’s thighs against his chest.

  “Don’t you fucking come,” Mason gasped, “or I’ll stick that damn vibrating egg in you and turn it on high.”

  “It’s at her place.”

  “Dammit.” He took his time, enjoying the way Cole tried to fuck back against him, whining for Mason to go faster, harder.

  “There will be plenty of time for me to fuck you hard, buddy,” Mason said, “but not many other firsts like this. Let me enjoy it.” He buried himself to the hilt inside Cole, their bodies pressed together, and held still for a moment.

  Staring down into Cole’s blue gaze, Mason didn’t want to admit this was love. It was too soon for those declarations. Way too soon. This was fun, this was friendly, and this was, for the time being, permanent.

  It was damned well good enough.

  Finally, he started moving, fucking Cole, feeling the release building inside his balls and slowly expanding until he was practically driving Cole up the bed.

  Then it happened. He threw back his head, wanting to scream in victory at the feeling of his balls pumping their contents into the condom, relief and release and all alone with this man.

  Mason kissed him, trying to catch his breath and not wanting to let Cole go. He felt Cole’s pre-cum smearing between them and knew the man was eager and ready to reciprocate.

  He finally, reluctantly got up and cleaned up. When he returned, Cole was already stroking his cock. “How do you want me?” Mason asked.

  “Hands and knees,” Cole hoarsely said. “Ass in the air. I want to be able to really fuck you this time.”

  Mason climbed onto the bed, his head on the mattress. He moaned at the feel of Cole’s fingers probing and lubing his ass.

  “I think this is why I love fucking her ass so much,” Cole said. “Because I think of you, like this, when I do.” Cole’s free hand reached around Mason and stroked his cock, cradled his balls.

  Finally, Cole sheathed his cock in a condom and pressed the head against Mason’s ass.

  Mason thrust back, impaling himself.

  “Fuck me hard,” he growled at Cole. “Hard and deep.”

  Cole grabbed his hips and the sound of him fucking Mason filled the bedroom, their flesh slapping against each other, their bodies in sync.

  Mason fisted the sheets and fucked back against him, wanting to howl with the pleasure of finally, finally having a partner who got it, who could give him what he wanted and needed.

  Who could leave him weak in the knees and the soul.

  Cole pulled him up onto his knees, his arms wrapped around Mason, and bit the back of his shoulder. “God, I’ve wanted to do this to you for a while.”

  Mason’s cock stirred. Cole dropped a hand down to it and started stroking.

  “This is why I was always fine with you playing with her, because I wanted to play with you, too. Only like this.”

  Mason groaned as Cole’s fingers squeezed his cock. Damn, it felt good to have someone else’s hand there.

  Cole shoved him forward again, pinning him to the bed and fucking him, grabbing Mason’s hands and holding on, lacing fingers with him as he fucked him. Mason’s cock rubbed against the bed and the friction finished hardening him again, made him moan.

  Cole came with several hard, deep thrusts that Mason wished would never end.

  “Fuck yeah,” Cole said.

  Before Mason could react, Cole pulled out, flipped Mason over, and started going down on him.

  Mason grabbed Cole’s head and fucked the man’s mouth. Not gently, not tenderly, actually fucking his lips and making him take it, enjoying the moan Cole made when he tasted Mason’s cum rolling over his tongue.

  “That’s right,” Mason gasped. “You take every drop. She swallows, and so do I.”

  Cole did, licking and sucking and even after Mason finally eased his grip on the man, Cole continue
d licking his balls until Mason pulled him up into his arms and kissed him.

  “How was that?” Cole asked.

  Mason laughed. “Fucking amazing.”

  * * * *

  After showering, they collapsed into Cole’s bed, but neither could fall asleep.

  Mason knew the other man was still awake and he finally said something. “Cole?”

  “Yeah?”

  “Know what I’m thinking?”

  Cole sighed. “That we’re missing our pet?”

  “Bingo.” Mason sat up. “Your car, or mine?”

  “Both. We’ll spend the night at her place and leave for work from there.”

  Mason leaned in and kissed him. “You, my fine man, are a genius.”

  Cole climbed out of bed. “I wouldn’t say that.” He found clothes to pull on and caught Mason’s hand before he could head out of the bedroom to gather his stuff. “I do still want time alone like this with you. Date nights. Us time. I think we need that.”

  “Me, too.” He kissed Cole. “Maybe just a few hours here and there instead of whole nights.”

  “The bed’s too damn empty without her in it with us.”

  “Agreed.”

  They headed to her place. Cole produced the key, and Mason was glad their pet wasn’t a gun owner. She was asleep in bed when they stripped and slid in on either side of her, startling her awake.

  Mason leaned in and kissed her. “Sorry, pet. Didn’t mean to scare you.”

  “What are you guys doing here?”

  “We couldn’t sleep.”

  She sat up. “You didn’t fuck each other’s brains out?”

  “Oh, we did that,” Cole said. “But there was a certain someone missing from our bed when we were finished.”

  Mason pushed her back down onto the bed and kissed her, reaching down to finger her pussy.

  Cole chuckled. “Oh, yeah, since we’re all awake, might as well.” He leaned in and started sucking on one of her nipples, rolling and pinching the other one between his fingers.

  Mason impossibly felt his cock stirring at the sound of her moans. Holy hell, was there no end to his libido with the two of them?

  They got her angled on the bed and Mason turned, rolling her on top of him in a sixty-nine while Cole started to fuck her. Mason dug his fingers into the flesh of her ass, pinching, scratching her with his nails and quickly dragging her down into subspace while Cole slapped her outer thighs with his hands. Mason didn’t bother with finesse, sucking on her clit hard and driving her into her first of many orgasms.

  Her deep, rolling moans as the first orgasm erupted out of her finished hardening him as the vibrations echoed through his cock and balls.

  “Yeah,” Cole gasped from up top. “That’s a good girl. Let your Master get you right where you need to be for us.”

  Mason’s cock exploded as his brain processed what Cole had just said. As he lay there still licking and sucking her, Cole also came, and Mason closed his eyes as he tasted Cole’s cum mixed with her juices.

  While the two of them had talked about it that night in the shower, they hadn’t really talked about it again and Mason hadn’t been sure Cole had meant it or not. He’d been fine leaving it lay while they worked out whatever this was between the three of them.

  When Mason rolled her off him, he sat up and kissed Cole. “Did you mean it?” he asked.

  “Yeah.” In the dim light, Cole was meeting his gaze. “You’re not just her Dominant, and we both know it.” He smiled. “You’re her Master, her owner. Why not admit it? I said it that night in the shower.”

  “You’re sure you’re okay with that?”

  “As long as she is.”

  She held up a thumb of approval.

  Mason kissed him again. “Why?”

  Cole nibbled Mason’s lower lip. “I’m selfish. I want you to have every damn reason to stay and keep doing this with us. I see you with her, and it feels right. If calling you her Master even while we’re boyfriends helps cement whatever this is, I’m good with it.”

  “Okay.” He looked at Kim. “I guess we need another FetLife status update.”

  Another thumbs-up.

  This time, the men curled up on either side of her as they tried to go to sleep.

  “Oh, yeah,” Cole said. “This is what I meant. This is perfect.”

  “Yeah,” Mason said. “You’re right. It is.” And considering he had a hellacious downtime coming up shortly, he wanted every last minute of perfection he could get. The week before the downtime, he would hardly have any time with the two of them, and he’d soak up every available second with them now.

  Chapter Nineteen

  It was almost midnight Thursday night. Mason was not only exhausted, he was extremely sleep-deprived. The planned downtime, that should have had him going home by noon after getting to work at one a.m. Thursday morning, had gone sideways, hard, without lube or a kiss. A process that they hadn’t expected to goof up borked their whole scheduled plan when a database server randomly and coincidentally crashed and created a cascade effect from hell.

  Mason was now at about twenty-six hours since he’d gotten any sleep.

  When he pulled into his parking space at the condo he sat behind the wheel for a moment before he realized he needed to shut the damn car off and go inside or he was going to fall asleep right there.

  Doing that took some brain power he wasn’t even sure he possessed. Finally, he got the ignition turned off, managed to snag the handle of his messenger bag that he used as a briefcase, and began to trudge his way toward the front door.

  Lock it, asshole.

  He held up his left hand, where he held his keys, and hit the button.

  After accidentally setting off the car’s panic alarm, which woke him up, he turned and got that shut off and hit the lock button on the key fob.

  “Mase!”

  He squinted in the darkness as he spotted someone hurrying toward him, and it took him right up until the person was about ten feet away to finally realize who it was.

  Maybe I fell asleep and this is a nightmare. “Freddie?”

  “I’ve been waiting hours for you! Where were you?”

  Nope, after squeezing his eyes tightly shut and opening them again, there stood Freddie.

  “What are you doing here?”

  Freddie had looked like he was trying to swoop in for a hug, but at that tone, definitely tired and aggravated Dom tone, the younger man pulled up short. “Aren’t you happy to see me? I wanted to surprise you. Where were you?”

  “I am sooo not in the mood for this,” Mason said as he started to turn and head for his front door.

  “But aren’t you going to invite me in? I’ve been waiting for you. For hours!”

  Mason wheeled around. “Why, Freddie? Why have you been waiting for me for hours when you didn’t even know when the hell I’d be home? That’s just stupid!”

  He realized he was yelling when Freddie recoiled.

  He also realized he didn’t care.

  “Because when we’ve been talking,” Freddie said, “you said you usually get off work around six. I was going to surprise you.”

  Mason stared at him for a breath or two. If he didn’t get inside and horizontal in the next few minutes, he was going to keel over where he stood.

  I’m nearly forty-five. I’m too old for this fucking shit.

  The work bullshit and the relationship bullshit. “I have been at work for over twenty-four hours. I’m tired, I’m worn out, I’m aggravated as hell, and I need to go to sleep.”

  He once again turned to go.

  That’s when Freddie caught him by the arm. “Please? I just want to come in and see you. I waited all this time for you. I haven’t seen you in nearly six months and—”

  Mason wasn’t sure when he’d dropped his stuff, but the next thing Mason knew, he’d also yanked his arm free of the other man’s hand, turned, and was shoving Freddie down the sidewalk. “Do you no longer comprehend English? I said I’m tire
d, and I never asked you to wait for me. Had you said you were going to, I would have said absolutely not. In fact, forget you know where I live.” That had been a mistake for sure, giving Freddie his address in the first place when he moved.

  Mason forced himself to stop moving and pulled his arms back, away from Freddie. “Get out of here!”

  “Why are you being such an asshole? I love you and I want to be with you. That’s why I’m here!”

  Nightmare. Has to be. That was the only logical explanation. The only thing that made a lick of sense.

  The kid actually looked like his feelings were hurt.

  “Let me get this straight. You show up at my door in the middle of the night when I’ve had zero fucking sleep, after the single most horrible day of work in my damn life, and you expect me to, what, take you inside and make love to you or something? All I want to fucking do is go to sleep.”

  From the look on Freddie’s face, he could tell that’s exactly what the kid had hoped.

  Mason shook his head. “Unbefuckinglievable. So you thought you’d just visit and drop by unannounced and—”

  “I’m not visiting. I moved down here.”

  Mason’s mouth snapped shut as he attempted to process that. “What?”

  “I moved down here to be with you. I wanted to surprise you.”

  Slowly shaking his head, Mason turned and grabbed his stuff before he walked up to his door. He didn’t even bother looking back at Freddie.

  If the little fucker keyed his car or something tonight, he’d file a police report about it, but he was done. Done trying to act nice, done talking, done thinking, and done being conscious for the next eight to twelve hours, give or take.

  He unlocked his door, walked through, then locked it behind him, forcing himself not to slam it. It’d be a miracle if he hadn’t awakened any of his neighbors with the screaming.

  And he double-checked that he’d locked it behind him, because he was so fucking exhausted, he couldn’t even remember in the time it took him to turn around if he had locked it or not.

  Dropping his shit onto the couch, he made sure the screen door onto the lanai was locked, as were the sliders leading out there.