Savor Me

“I got it,” he confirms.

Peeking through my lashes, my eyes lock on the man across the room. I slide my tongue up Hunter’s hard shaft and his cock jumps at my touch. Once he’s wet, I wrap my lips around him and take him all the way to the back of my throat. My eyes focus on Mason’s while I suck and lick on Hunter’s stiff cock. I know Mason is turned on. His chest heaves and his fingers twitch as he strokes himself at the same pace I work Hunter. My pussy is so wet I can feel the juices on my thigh. With his muscles straining and hips bucking, Hunter moans that he’s close. Never breaking the connection with Mason, I hum as Hunter shoots his come down the back of my throat. Swallowing it all, I pull my mouth off his cock and lick my lips.

The bed shifts as Hunter props up on his elbows, looking at me with a grin. “Jesus, Lacey, your mouth never disappoints, does it?

“I guess it depends on who you ask.”

He reaches forward, pulling me against his body and placing a hard kiss to my lips. ”Right now, I’m the only opinion that matters, and I say that was phenomenal.

“What about Mason? I’d say his opinion matters as well.” I move off Hunter and towards the chair—and man—in the corner.

I’m sated and happy, but I have one goal in mind. As I walk slowly towards Mason, who is still sitting in the chair and holding his massive dick, my heart is beating a thousand times a minute. Why this mystery man makes me nervous, I’ll never know.

I lean forward to finally kiss his lips, but he turns his head and my mouth lands on his cheek. Confusion rushes over me at his rejection. Maybe I read this all wrong. Maybe he doesn't want me like I want him. Well, fuck that! I grab his hand, pulling him out of the chair, then turn and push him back towards the bed. He doesn’t give in to my push like Hunter. Instead, he calmly sits on the edge with his feet still resting on the floor. Hunter stands from the bed and heads toward the chair, effectively swapping places.

I straddle Mason’s legs and once again push a hand against his chest. Despite his earlier defiance, his top half falls to the bed. Mason’s eyes flash a strange expression. Desire? Lust? Shame? Just like the man, it’s unreadable. He adjusts on the bed to make himself more comfortable. With his feet still touching the floor, he reaches down, stroking his thick cock. I take that as my cue. Sliding up his body, I pay careful attention to rub my body over his length. His head falls back and his eyes close. The rumble of his deep growl vibrates throughout my body.

Pressing my lips to his ear, I utter three simple words. "Eyes on me!" His eyes immediately fly open at my command.

I snap over at Hunter, and just like a well-trained assistant, he hands over a condom. I make quick work of rolling it down Mason’s length. His eyes never stray from mine. Unable to restrain myself any longer, I reach between us and slide onto his cock. He's so big that it takes a minute to adjust to his size, but the minute our gazes lock, I place my hands on his chest and start to move.

His heart is pounding under my hand as his now midnight blue eyes strip away any defense I ever thought to build. This feeling inside my chest is heavy, but as I ride a smooth rhythm over Mason, the world falls away. Gone is Hunter, although I know he is still in the room. With Hunter there is lust and the sex is just sex. But the eyes staring up at me, penetrating me even deeper than his cock, are so much more. I don’t understand why it feels like more, but it absolutely is. These emotions coupled with his intense stare and perfect rhythm bring my orgasm blazing to life. I whisper his name as I come with him still pumping inside me.

When I come down from my high, there is a small smile tugging the corner of Mason’s lips. I offer him an insecure grin and shyly look away. Even though he has no idea what I was just thinking, it embarrasses me that I had those thoughts about a man I know nothing about. His hand cups my cheek, forcing me to look back at him. And just when I feel the connection return, a warm of a body touches me from behind.

“That was fucking hot, Lacey. But not as hot as it will be when I get back inside you,” Hunter says, stepping up to the bed.

I’m still firmly seated on Mason’s dick, but Hunter begins kissing my neck and massaging my breasts. And just like that, the spell is broken and the moment we shared is gone. Mason’s smile falls and his mask is replaced once again. I shiver as the cold wetness of lube drips down my ass crack.

“How do you feel about anal, sugar?” His warm fingers spread it around my tight hole.