Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 81597 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 408(@200wpm)___ 326(@250wpm)___ 272(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 81597 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 408(@200wpm)___ 326(@250wpm)___ 272(@300wpm)
We dried slowly, watching each other as we rubbed towels over every inch of our bodies. When we were damp as opposed to dripping, I took Mason’s hand and guided him towards the bedroom, softly pushing him back onto the mattress when we reached it.
“I want you to suck me, Ryder,” he begged as I was already dropping to my knees. I knelt between his parted legs, taking a moment simply to admire him while softly running my hands up and down his toned legs. “Please, Ry. Let me feel your mouth on me.”
“Like this?” I whispered, trailing kisses along his inner thigh.
“Yes,” he said a little breathlessly.
I continued to kiss him for a little longer, burrowing my nose into his damp skin and inhaling his scent. My tongue darted out when I reached his balls, unhurriedly working its way up along the wrinkled skin until it reached the base of his rigid cock.
“Mmmm,” he moaned, arching his back just slightly as I licked my way to his tip. Gathering moisture on my tongue I rolled it over the head before gently retracting his foreskin with my fingers. I admired how it glistened, watched the tiny drop of pre-cum trickle from the tip, before I sealed my lips around it and took him to the back of my throat. “Oh, fuck yes. Take it deep.”
Keeping my mouth wet, I alternated between taking long, deep sucks and swirling my tongue across the sensitive ridge beneath his hard, exposed tip. He writhed on the mattress, clawing the sheets with one hand and my hair with the other.
“Christ, I fucking love how you taste,” I groaned, kissing my way back down to his sac and then drawing one of his balls into my mouth.
“I want to try something with you,” Mason said.
I pulled my head back, looking up at him curiously.
“Wait on the bed,” he instructed, shimmying away from me and then leaving the room.
Confused and slightly nervous, I did as he said and lay down on top of the mattress. I drummed my fingers anxiously against my stomach while I waited for him and a couple of minutes later he returned holding two cups.
“Do you trust me?” he asked, making my stomach roll just a tad as he set the cups down on the nightstand. I tried to peer into them but his body blocked my view as he crawled up beside me on the bed.
“Yes,” I croaked, because ultimately, if I pushed past the apprehension, I did. My curiosity deepened when Mason leaned over the edge of the bed and picked up a black tie from the floor. “Wait… I can’t be tied up. I’m not ready for-”
“I just want to cover your eyes, that’s all. Trust me, Ryder. I’d never do anything to hurt you.”
After a brief moment of hesitation, I nodded, swallowing forcefully.
Edging closer to me, Mason held the tie up against my eyes, carefully securing it around the back of my head. “Lie down flat, beautiful.”
I scooted down a little, resting my head on the plump feather pillows. I felt the mattress dip with Mason’s movement and I gulped when I felt his warm breath on my stomach. Softly, he kissed along the grooves of my muscles before closing his hot lips around one of my nipples. He sucked gently and I bit down on my bottom lip. Without sight, every touch was intensified. I could feel every breath, every movement he made. Without warning, he ripped his lips away from my nipple and replaced them with something harsh and cold, causing my hips to jerk.
Ice.
“Holy fucking shit,” I exclaimed, both in surprise and penetrating pleasure.
Mason trailed the ice over my nipple, bitterly cold water trickling down my chest as it melted. He repeated the process on the other side, hardening my nipple to the point it was almost painful. My arse dug into the mattress, my legs tensed, and despite the overwhelming cold of the ice every nerve ending in my body felt like it was on fire.
I immediately felt the loss when I heard the clink of the cube being dropped back into the cup, quickly followed by something warm being dribbled along the cold path created by the ice. I gasped loudly – the sharp contrast in temperature making me squirm. Against my frosty flesh the liquid felt scorching hot, and I felt it harden along with my dick, tautening my skin.
“W-what is that?” I asked with bated breath.
“Melted chocolate,” Mason replied, and I could hear the smile in his voice. “Does it feel good? Against the cold?”
“It feels…intense. Incredible.”
He continued to pour liquid heat across my chest and then down the center of my torso. He stopped when he reached my pubic bone, making me pant in anticipation. Then it came. His knees made the mattress dip as he rose a little higher and within a nanosecond warm chocolate coated my throbbing cock, the pleasure forcing my head back into the pillow as I moaned.