Savor Me

"Are you going to yell at me if I use the wrong door?" I ask with a smirk.

"I won't yell as long as you promise to read the signs." He smiles back and it makes me stumble. Fuck, I was wrong. This guy is fifty times sexier than Hunter. His teeth are white but not perfectly straight. You can tell he didn’t have years of orthodontic work the way Hunter did. He's just naturally mouthwatering.

He leads me to his truck and I climb in the same way I did this morning, only this time things will be ending a little differently.

"So you decided we were fucking, huh?" I casually ask when he shuts his door.

"I decided we were fucking the moment I saw you this morning."

"So was this just a coincidental meeting tonight, or did you follow me here?"

"Jesus, Lacey, I have a life. I don't have time to follow you places. This was a coincidence, but trust me, it was happening one way or another," he answers, never taking his eyes off the road. I take the moment to slide across the bench seat, pressing myself hard against his side.

"Why were you at a college bar?” I ask, reaching over to cup his package. He's not hard yet, but I intend to make him that way very soon. Starting at his collarbone, I drag my tongue up to his ear and whisper, "You have a thing for college girls, Mason?"

"Fuck." He lets out a loud groan before clearing his throat to cover any excitement. "I'm the trainer for the university equestrian team. I was supposed to meet up with the team tonight." He growls as I begin to stroke his quickly hardening cock.

"Luckily you walked in when you did." I say, watching his hand travel up my leg and under my skirt.

"Oh, I'd been there for a while. I was just waiting for you to get that poor frat boy worked up before making my move."

"Mason Wynn, were you watching me with that poor guy, knowing all along I was going to be riding this tonight?" I squeeze his hard dick.

His head never turns, but his eyes slide over to me. "I like to watch, Lacey."

With those words, I officially become more turned on than I have ever felt in my life. I've had plenty of guys watch, but never any as mouthwatering as Mason, and I'm going to assume he would watch me with Hunter. Even. Fucking. Better.

"So you and Hunter weren't kidding this morning, were you? He really wanted you to join us, didn't he?"

"Yeah. He’s usually a little more respectful about it though."

"So we established this morning you two are not bisexual, so how does that work out for y'all?"

He shrugs before answering. "We share sometimes. No touching each other or anything,"

“So what’s the benefit for y’all? It’s not like either one of you have trouble getting women of your own.”

Mason shrugs again. “No, we don’t need any help. I like to watch sometimes, and Hunter, well… Hunter likes to be watched. We did it once in high school with a girl who wanted us both and it just worked. We don’t do it a lot, but Hunter couldn’t stop rambling about you this morning.”

"Is Hunter going to be joining us tonight?" I ask entirely too quickly. I can't even begin to hide my excitement at the possibilities of being with both of them. He may say no touching now, but they definitely won't be the first two guys I've ever convinced to give the other team a try.

"Damn, Lacey, I'm a little offended. Is this not interesting enough for you?" He pushes his hips into my hand.

"I never said that, but you should know. Two guys is kind of my thing."

"So Hunter mentioned—seven thousand times today. You made quite an impression on him last night. I have to admit, it’s made me more than a little curious."

"Don't worry. You won't have to be curious much longer." I nip at his ear.

"I'm banking on that, Lace," he says mischievously.

I've been called Lace my whole life. It's the logical way to shorten my name. But the way Mason says it hits me in a way that makes me feel like I'm hearing it for the very first time.

We stop at the red light, and just before we turn down the dirt road toward the barn, I climb into his lap. I'm dying to taste his mouth. My ass rests on the steering wheel, but my core settles right on his zipper. I lean in, trying to catch his lips, but he avoids my mouth and dives into my cleavage instead. One hand reaches around and squeezes my ass, firmly shifting me to grind into his lap. His other hand helps him maneuver a nipple out of my shirt and into his mouth. He wastes no time devouring my breast.

I continue to move over his dick, and given a minute longer, I could have finished round one for the night. But just as quickly as it started, the light turns green, and Mason picks me up and places me on the seat next to him. He doesn't say a word and makes no attempt to touch me again. Not even to finish me off with a hand under my skirt. Asshole.