Chapter Six
“Who says I’m teasing,” I said with a smile, bending forward and putting my hands on the inside of his thighs, lowering my face to his hole.
I lashed my tongue out and licked him.
Mason let out a high-pitched sound.
Spreading his cheeks with my hands, I dived in, kissing and sucking his hole, twirling my tongue around it, thrusting my tongue inside. Mason wriggled on the bed, screaming, clutching the sheets, and tossing his head.
I grabbed his thighs and held his legs back.
“Conrad,” Mason said with heaving breaths.
I lavished my tongue on him again, and he let out a whimper.
“Tell me you want this,” I grumbled. I pushed his legs back more, so he was almost folded in half, my hands behind his knees, and looked down into his eyes. My cock grazed his hole which was so wet.
He took a deep breath and let it out. “Do something. I need something, Conrad.”
“Tell me.”
He let out a moan. “I want this. I want it so bad. Make me come, Conrad.”
I pressed the tip of my hardness at his needy hole.
God, it was so tight.
I jumped when someone began banging on our door. My cock throbbed, telling me to go on, so I pushed against his opening. Ignoring whoever was out in the hall.
The door banging continued.
“Go away,” I shouted.
“We’re going to knock until you answer,” the voice from the hall said.
Mason squeezed his eyes shut. “Get the door.”
“We can ignore it,” I said, my cock pulsing, wanting to be in Mason.
“Do you want them to hear me screaming and yelling your name? Harder, Conrad. Harder.”
“Jesus, Mason, you’re going to make me come right now.”
“Seriously, dude. We had plans,” I heard. Jill and Margo.
“They are such liars.” I got up and slipped on my T-shirt and found a pair of sweats, pulling them on. “You might want to stick on some clothes.”
“You were so close to fucking me,” he said between breaths.
I ran a hand through my hair. “And I still want to.”
“God, I want you, Conrad.”
I strode across the room to him, bent over the bed, and crashed my lips to his.
“Conrad,” Jill said.
“Jesus Christ. Next time we’re blasting music to tune everyone out,” I said.
Mason sat up. “I guess I’ll put my clothes on.”
“I’ll go in the hall and give you a sec.”
“Okay,” Mason said, still breathing heavily.
I opened the door a crack and slipped out of the room. “What the hell?” I asked, my dick as hard as ever and tenting my sweats.
“You look disheveled,” Margo said. She wore some pants that looked like she painted on and wore her hair down, so it fell around her face with her winter coat tucked over her arm.
“Okay, and?”
“Is Mason sleeping or something?” Jill asked. She too was dressed up, looking ready for a night out.
“Yeah, sure.” I put my hands in front of my sweats.
“Oh my God, we interrupted you guys, didn’t we?” Margo said, her eyes wide.
“What do you want?” I asked, glancing up and down the hallway, wondering if anybody heard her and realizing I didn’t care if they did.
“We’re going to that party over at Diego’s,” Jill said, a grin wide on her face.
“What party?” I asked. My mind drew a blank.
“I texted you, and you replied yeah,” Jill said.
“I did?”
She held up her phone for me to see.
“Oh, didn’t mean to, I guess. Was in the middle of something.” Wanted to still be in the middle of doing something.
“Do you want to get back?” Jill asked.
Mason opened the door and stuck his head out. “Hello.”
“We were just leaving you two alone,” Margo said, slugging me in the shoulder.
I looked over at Mason. “I’m supposed to go to a party.”
“Go,” he said with a shrug.
I raised my eyebrows at him.
“It’s fine,” he said.
“You’re invited too, Mason,” Jill said.
“Okay,” Mason said.
“I guess we’re going to a party.” I glanced down and thankfully, my hard-on died down.
We went and showered before we left and threw on some clean clothes. I so wanted to stay naked in our room with Mason, but I figured it would be nice to go out somewhere with him.