Page 55 of Bruised

Mason grunts and keeps fucking into me for a few more thrusts. Then he pulls out, and I whine at the loss of his cock.

“Please…” I reach for it, but Mason is quicker. He rips the condom off, then he slides back inside me, and we both moan, far too loud.

It’s so intense. It’s so good. I can’t stop moaning.

“Shit,” Mason hisses under his breath. “Quiet, puppy. I’m gonna have to muzzle you.” He slams his hand over my mouth, muffling my cries and moans. “I know you want my cum. You ready for it?” I nod mindlessly, and his hips stagger. “Here it comes. Fuck.”

The degrading feeling of having my mouth covered combined with the knowledge that he’s filling me with his cum has me coming hands-free before I know it. The orgasm pours out of me, rushing through my veins and leaving me a panting, whiny mess.

Mason rolls over to lie beside me, and he pulls me in for a kiss. “You liked that?”

“Liked?” I giggle breathlessly. “Yeah.”

Mason chuckles and kisses me again, long and deep. “Fuck, I can’t get enough of your sweet little mouth.” Eyes closed, he brushes our noses together and plants a kiss on my sweat-slick forehead.

We lie entangled for a while, catching our breaths and getting sleepy. Mason wraps his arm tighter around me, and I rest my cheek on his sweaty, muscular shoulder. This feels nice. Safe.

Mason sighs deeply, and he mumbles in a low voice laced with disappointment, “I wish you could sleep here.”

I stare at him, and he stares back. He’s the one who told me I couldn’t sleep in his room last night. It’s not fair, but it’s our reality. I had no idea he felt the same.

“Uh, I mean…” His cheeks flush, and he looks away, scowling. “I mean, just so I could fuck you again.”

A smile plays at the corners of my lips. I don’t think I’ve ever seen him embarrassed like that. “Want to do it now?”

“What, fuck you? You want more?” His hand reaches to explore the cleft of my ass, fingers sliding down to that warm, wet place between my cheeks. He groans as his finger finds its target. “You have the sweetest little hole, Lane, you know that?”

Lane.

He said my name again.

I giggle, an embarrassed flush creeping up my neck—not because of what he said or what he’s doing, but because of the way he said my name.

“So hot and tight,” he says, pushing the finger inside. I gasp, but I’m relaxed and still wet down there from the lube and his cum, so it doesn’t hurt.

Soon enough, I’m hard and wanting again, and so is he. Mason pulls me on top of him and guides me onto his cock. I sink down, biting my fist to avoid making too much noise.

“Fuck, you should see yourself,” Mason groans. “So fucking perfect.” He grips my hips, guiding me into a slow and languid pace. “Good boy, Lane. Good boy.”

“Call me puppy again,” I whisper, like it’s a secret the world can’t know. It’s only between us, and right now, it feels okay to say it. I thought I’d be glad to have him call me by my name rather than call me “puppy” all the time, but now… I don’t know. It just feels right.

Mason smiles, and he reaches up to ruffle my hair, scratching me behind the ear. “Good puppy.”

I lean into his hand, eyes sliding shut. “T-Tell me you love my hole.”

He huffs out a strained laugh, laced with pleasure. “You know I do. The best fucking hole in the universe. And it’s all mine. Isn’t that right?”

“All yours,” I breathe, teary-eyed. I get like that sometimes, apparently—when everything just feels too fucking good.

“Fuck. Come here.” Mason reverses our positions, pulling me under him once more. “Need to mark you, puppy. Need everyone to know you’re mine.” He dives for my throat, and I almost let him, but then my sanity comes roaring back, and I push him away.

“No,” I say in alarm. “Oliver.”

Mason bites down lower instead, by my shoulder. “Fuck Oliver,” he growls into my skin. “I want you. He can go to hell.”

“He’s my friend,” I whine. “Please. He’ll… he’ll hate me.”

Mason’s gaze catches on my trembling lips, my tear-filled eyes, and he frowns, slowing his pace. “Sorry.” He kisses me, short and sweet. “We’ll keep this safe. Just us. Just you and me, puppy. It’s so fucking hard, though—keeping my hands off you.”