Jacks, Marcy - Mason Returns to His Mate [DeWitt's Pack 8] (Siren Publishing Everlasting Classic ManLove) by Marcy Jacks Page B

Derek wasn’t about to let himself get put off.
    His jeans were way too tight. He wished he’d been able to borrow a pair from someone a little bigger because right now these ones were way too uncomfortable.
    Still felt pretty damn good when Mason humped against him, creating the best kind of friction for the still-clothed swells of their cocks. He did it again, and then again, until Derek thought he would come from that stimulation alone.
    “Stop, wait.” He pushed Mason off him and undid the button of  his jeans pulling down his fly. “You need to return the favor first,” he  said, pressing his hand down on Mason’s shoulder.
    The man grinned, wolfishly was probably the most appropriate  way to describe it all things considered, and then sank down between  Derek’s legs.
    He grabbed him by the base of his heavy cock, stroked it lovingly,  and his too-blue eyes looked up at Derek for every little reaction he  might have. Then he pressed his mouth down on the head of Derek’s  prick, kissing it and then hardening his tongue into a point and  pressing that into the slit.
    Derek moaned. “Holy shit! Oh fuck, that’s nice.”
    Of the few people who’d given him head since Mason had left,

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    none of them had done that. Derek couldn’t imagine a reason why  they hadn’t or why he hadn’t thought to do it. It was amazing.
    He didn’t just want Mason to kiss his dick. He wanted that whole  warm mouth around his cock, sucking it, pulling back and forth with  his lips, and swirling his tongue.
    “Suck it, Mason. Put my cock in your mouth, right now.”
    “Love the way you talk,” Mason said, and then thankfully, he did  as he was told.
    Derek’s body went as tight as a bow string, his head pressing back against the tiled floor of the kitchen as Mason gripped his hips and tightened his mouth around Derek’s penis, and then pulled up and down, sucking back leisurely, like he had all the time in the world.
    He supposed that right now he did.
    Derek moaned low, trying to keep himself from being too loud as he pressed his hands to his mouth. He tried to pump his hips in time with Mason’s mouth, but Mason’s strong hands on him were too much, and he could barely move. It was a form of sweet torture in of itself.
    He suddenly didn’t care if he came with Mason’s cock in his ass or with Derek’s cock in Mason’s mouth. Right now, everything was good so long as he reached the end.
    The pulsing in his body grew worse, and Derek reached his hand down to grip the back of Mason’s head, trying to push him farther down, to take all of him in.
    Mason let him  do it. He deep-throated Derek easily, and Derek pulled his hands away and gripped his hair. He was losing it, he really
    was.
    “Fuck, you’re good at that. Your mouth looks so pretty wrapped  around my dick. I love it,” he said.
    When Mason’s eyes met his, and  the other man winked, Derek’s  body responded and everything inside him tightened, preparing for  release.
    He pumped his hips hard until Mason was forced to release him

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    and just let him do it. So close, his balls became tight between his  legs, he was so. Fucking. Close.
    Mason halted that by grabbing onto the base of Derek’s penis,  squeezing tightly enough to almost cause pain but in reality just  stalling the release of his orgasm.
    Derek shouted his despair. “No, no! What are you doing?” he  demanded, desperately.
    “You’re not coming yet. Not until I put my cock in your gorgeous  ass,” Mason said, keeping his grip on the base of Derek’s prick just as  tight as they stared at each other.
    Mason meant it. There would be no coming for Derek until Mason  could enjoy himself with him.
    Already Mason’s hand was moving up and down the exposed  flesh of Derek’s thighs, tickling him as they moved down and around,