The Snuggle is Real (Christmas Falls: Season 2)

Chapter 22

CHAPTER 22

Ford

The five-minute drive to Mason’s place took an eternity when my dick was hard and aching. Not even the cold weather could dampen the lust that had swamped me when Mason had looked me dead in the eye and said prove it.

Oh, I’d prove it, all right.

The only real concern was that I might prove it before I even got him fully undressed. I was that turned on.

It was funny to think that I’d doubted I could be with a man when Mason stirred me more than my last few girlfriends had. Ever since I’d accepted my feelings and hashed out the plan with Nick to be Mason’s date, the need to touch him had grown and grown—until it was the pulsing, urgent ball of need making my whole body tremble.

Peppermint Bark greeted us at the door, and I fidgeted impatiently while Mason stroked his ears and called him a good boy.

I stepped up behind Mason, wrapping my arms around him and pressing my hard dick against his round ass. “We going to move this along soon?”

He sagged against me, letting me take his weight with a groan. “Yes, god. Please.”

I slipped my hands under his sweater, coasting my callused palms over hot, silky skin. I circled his nipples with my thumbs, slowly, teasingly, until he made a broken sound in his throat. I pinched each bud, tugging and twisting, and Mason arched with a delicious moan.

I dragged his sweater up, and he raised his arms so I could pull it over his head.

He turned in my arms. “I thought we were supposed to be getting you out of that ugly sweater?”

I grinned. “I’m not stopping you.”

Mason yanked my sweater up, and I struggled out of it, tossing it aside. He nuzzled into my chest, much as he had at the pub, but this time he rubbed against the hair between my pecs.

“Love your chest,” he murmured.

“Yeah?” I guided his chin up and took his mouth in another greedy kiss. “I love your lips.”

He smiled, looking almost shy. “That’s a start.”

“But not the finish,” I said as I pushed him against the door.

Peppermint Bark was still in the living room, but he’d lost interest in us—or perhaps sussed out that we weren’t going to be handing out any more head pats for a while. He ventured to a corner and flopped down with a rawhide chew.

I went down to my knees in front of Mason, the newly finished hard floor sending a jolt of pain through me as I landed. But it was worth it to see the way Mason’s eyes widened. “Are—are you going to?—”

“If I may?”

“Yes,” he blurted. “I mean, if you’re sure you want…”

I yanked open the button of his jeans and hooked my fingers in his waistband. “I know you have doubts about me doing this whole guy thing for the first time. But I’m going to show you I’m more than ready.”

He bit his bottom lip, pupils blown. “Okay.”

I tugged his jeans and briefs down to his thighs. His cock popped loose of the fabric, slender but long, flushed a pretty rose hue—not the angry purple mine probably was right now—with a tiny bead of precum on the head.

I’d never given other men’s cocks much thought beyond how I compared, but I couldn’t deny that seeing Mason hard and needy for me was entirely different.

My mouth began to water. “Sweetheart, this cock looks tasty as hell. Can I prove to you how much I want it?”

He whimpered a bit.

“Is that a yes?”

“Yes,” he whispered.

I licked the tip, the precum sharp on my tongue, but nothing I hadn’t tasted on myself before.

Mason’s hands clenched in my hair. “Oh, god.”

“I haven’t even started yet,” I said with a chuckle.

“Then fucking start,” he growled, yanking me toward his dick. “Suck it.”

Fuck, yeah. Mason getting assertive and dirty was hot as hell. I opened my mouth and took him in, working my tongue along the underside of his shaft.

“Ford, fuck, that’s so good. You’re doing so good.”

He petted my hair now, gentle and sweet again. I soaked in the praise, collecting his little moans and whimpers as if they were gold stars on a report card. I slipped a finger past his balls, rubbing along his taint.

Mason attempted to widen his legs, but his pants trapped him.

We separated to get him entirely naked. Then I turned him toward the door, spread his cheeks, and lashed him with my tongue. He cried out as I licked over his furled entrance, then teased circles around his rim.

I sucked and nibbled, working more on instinct than knowledge, and taking my cues from Mason’s trembling thighs, high-pitched moans, and ass grinding back on my face, begging for more.

“Stop for a sec,” he said, sounding breathless. “You’re gonna make me come.”

I pulled back, wiping my wet face on my upper arm. “Isn’t that the goal?”

He turned, looking down at me where I kneeled in only my jeans, my cock trying to punch its way through stiff denim.

“We both need to come, and you haven’t even let me get you naked yet. Let’s go upstairs. That floor is gorgeous, thanks to you, but it can’t be comfortable.”

I grinned sheepishly. “Don’t know if I can stand up, to be honest.”

Mason grabbed my arms, helping me lever off the hard floor, my knees protesting the rough treatment I’d put them through. He was stronger than I expected, and it made my cock twitch to have his hard grip squeezing my biceps.

Mason popped open the button on my jeans and shoved them and my boxer briefs down, groaning as my hard dick came into view.

“You’re so thick. You’re going to wreck my ass.”

“Is that a good thing?”

“Hell yes.” He paused. “If you, uh, want to fuck me?”

“I thought you’d never ask.” I disentangled myself from my jeans, yanked him into my arms, and kissed him hard. “I’m dying to get inside you.”

Everything moved fast then. We raced up the stairs, into Mason’s bedroom, and fell onto the bed in a tangle of limbs. He fumbled with the drawer on his bedside table and pulled out condoms and lube. I took the rubber and slid it on while Mason fingered himself, using lube to get nice and slippery.

He straddled my waist, grabbed my dick, and sank down on it with a deliciously smooth slide.

My eyes rolled up in my head. “Fuck, baby.”

“Mmm.” Mason rolled his hips, and pleasure sparked along my dick. “You’re stretching me so good.”

I grabbed his waist, thrusting up as he undulated on top of me, and fuck, he was so tight and hot around my dick I was about to lose my mind.

His body was slim, not even an inch of extra fat on him, and his skin was taut over toned muscle, the sharp edges of his hips and collar bones incredibly sexy for some reason. His pretty cock bobbed in front of him, erotic as hell.

Mason bit his lower lip, moaning as he took my dick, and I yanked him down, needing to taste his mouth again. “Can I?—”

“Anything you want.”

I flipped us over, my dick sliding out in the process, which made us both unhappy. But when I hiked up his thighs, positioned myself at his hole, and thrust in with force, he gave a gratifying wail of pleasure.

“Yes! Hard, Ford. As hard as you can.”

I hesitated. “Really? I don’t want to hurt you.”

“Hurt me,” he insisted. “It’ll only make it feel better.”

Mason was edgier in bed than I’d expected, but that was hardly a complaint. I levered up on my knees, rolled him in half, and pounded my dick in and out of his tight, stretched hole. Watching my thick dick spread him wide, then slid out shiny with lube, was incredibly hot.

“More,” he gasped out. “Fuck, Ford, I need it!”

I fucked him hard and fast, unleashing as I never had before. I turned into a gasping, grunting beast, abusing his sweet hole until he gave a desperate cry. He grabbed his dick and stroked frantically. Cum sprayed from the tip, and his ass tightened like a vise around my dick, yanking my orgasm out of me as if I’d been waiting for a dam to break.

I shuddered and jolted in him, cock spurting into his tight heat, and collapsed on top of him.

He grunted and pushed at my shoulder, and I managed to pull out and flop to the side. “Damn. That was amazing.”

He rolled toward me, propping his head on one arm. “Yeah? You liked it?”

There was an oddly vulnerable note to his voice. I tugged off the condom, displaying its fullness. “You just made me come so hard, Mase. Of course I liked it. I fucking loved it.”

Mason took the condom and tossed it into the trash on his side of the bed. “Okay, good. I know this is new, and um, I didn’t really expect to move this fast, but…”

I grinned. “Couldn’t resist me, huh?”

“No,” he said seriously.

I bent to kiss his forehead. “Yeah, me either. But there’s nothing about you I don’t like, Mason.” I fondled his softening dick and balls. “I like every part.” I slipped my fingers back to stroke his wet, puffy rim.

He widened his thighs with a soft sound, and I pushed two fingers back inside him. “But this might be my favorite,” I whispered against his lips.

“Fuck, you’re such a top.”

I pulled back enough to look into his eyes. “Is that bad? Do you want to fuck me?”

I hadn’t really thought about preferences. That was probably the straight asshole in me. I’d just gone for what I wanted.

“No,” Mason said, tugging me down for another kiss. “This was exactly what I wanted. I’ve thought about it so many times, about you inside me…” His cheeks turned pink, his freckles standing out.

I bent forward, using the tip of my tongue to trace my way from one freckle to the next. “You’re adorable.”

He rolled his eyes. “Shut up.”

“I love your freckles, sweetheart.” I kissed the tip of his nose. “They’re the first thing I noticed about you.”

“Great,” he mumbled.

“I thought they were cute. That you were cute.” I brushed my lips along his jaw. “Kind of threw me for a loop. I don’t usually notice guys.”

“Well, I guess if they got your attention,” he said, sounding slightly mollified.

“Mm. They really did.” I kissed behind his ear, smiling when he shivered in response. “After we kissed in that sleigh, I had dirty dreams about you.”

“You did not.”

I laughed at his shocked tone and pumped my fingers in his ass, making him jerk with a soft moan. “Oh yes. I thought of you every time I touched my dick. I couldn’t get you out of my head no matter how hard I tried.”

“Is that a good thing?”

“Yes.” I brushed my lips along his sternum. “Thinking of you came so easily, so naturally, I couldn’t have done anything else.” I glanced up to meet his eyes. “I’m happy you gave me this chance to be with you.”

He brushed his fingers through my hair. “I couldn’t have done anything else,” he admitted. “Todd didn’t stand a chance.”

I laughed and leaned up to reward him with a long, sweet kiss. “Good, because the idea of you with another man was driving me crazy .”

“So you’re saying the matchmaking worked after all?”

I chuckled. “It did. I’ll have to send Nick a thank-you note.”

An apology note too because I’d shut Nick out for far too long. Shut out everyone. Mason and Charlie had cracked me open and made me see there was a better way.

Mason grinned. “That date swap was some tricky business. You’re lucky I wanted you so bad.”

“Yeah, I am,” I admitted.

To have a man like Mason choose me? That was heady stuff. I should have realized it from the first moment our lips touched. I should have grabbed hold of him with both hands and never let go.

And from now on, that’s exactly what I intended to do.