His pupils dilated, crowding out his icy irises.
We stayed like that for a few seconds, completely open to each other. It was like we both had layers of shields revolving around us all of the time, orbiting us. And here, right in this moment, all of the gaps in our layers were lining up.
“I see you,” I said.
And just like that, a shadow came over his face and the moment was gone. Something had shifted, and now he was back to that cocky, arrogant boy who needed to cling to the illusion that he was in control.
“Turn around,” he said, his voice going all hard.
I was so malleable to him at that moment that there was nothing I wanted more. So I obeyed; I flipped over.
He moved his hand over my back, tracing the lines of my body.
“You have a perfect body, you know that?” he said.
I smiled as I pressed my cheek into the pillow.
He continued moving his hands along my body, circling his palm on my ass.
“Take these off,” he said, plucking at the waistband of my jeans. “I want to see all of you.”
I sat up on my knees and undid the button, pulling the dense fabric down to my knees.
“No, all the way off,” Mason said.
So I rolled over onto my back and shuffled them off all of the way.
He was looking at me like he was discovering some kind of lost treasure.
I liked that; I wanted him to keep looking at me like that. It was like getting a hit of some kind of forbidden drug, and I was addicted.
But that closeness from earlier was now hiding behind his shield. I couldn’t see the real him anymore. There was only lust there in his eyes.
And I was okay with that. As long as I kept getting… this, whatever it was, I was fine with it.
He didn’t take his eyes off me as he undid his button, his fingers shaking.
“I need you,” he said, his voice going all husky.
“I need you too,” I said. There were feelings that were injected into that statement, so I amended it by saying, “I need your body.”
Then we were all over each other, both of us dressed in nothing but our boxer briefs.
“You’re so hot,” he moaned.
I loved the way his skin felt grinding against mine; warm and slightly sweaty. It felt like every single one of my nerve endings that were touching him were on fire.
Kissing his sculpted mouth was like nothing I’d ever experience before. And when he moved his kissing down to my neck, it was like being touched by a divine being.
“Mmh, yeah don’t stop,” I moaned breathlessly.
He gently kissed the tendon that led up to my ear, and I shuddered with pleasure.
Mason’s big, manly hand moved down my ribcage and to my crotch.
I moaned and bucked, begging for him to touch my cock again.
I was harder than I’d ever been in my life; I was certain that all he had to do was touch it and I would explode.
But when he touched it, it was slight and gentle. He was teasing me.
“Oh… oh, Mason…” I moaned, my arms feeling up his thick shoulder muscles.
When he finally closed his fingers around my cock, I closed my eyes and felt the pleasure course through me.
He looked up at me, those icy eyes piercing me under his dark eyelashes.
“Do you want to take it further?” he asked, pausing his stroking.
There were a few seconds where we paused, and it was just me and him. His shield was down again.
I would have agreed to anything he asked.
“Yes.”
Chapter Fifteen
As if that word gave him the green light, he put both of his hands on my hips and flipped me over like I weighed nothing.
We were both panting, lost in the throes of passion as he pressed me down onto the bed.
He leaned over me and nibbled my neck, biting me slightly.
There was a distant thought that was screaming at me that he might be giving me a hickey, and that would be a problem because I was supposed to be on film tomorrow. But the rational part of my mind was smothered under all of these primal, lustful feelings.
He stood on his knees, and there was some shuffling as he withdrew from me. As soon as the heat of his skin was off of me, I wanted it back on.
I prayed that there were condoms and lube in the drawer next to me. If the crew already stocked this trailer and got it ready for me with the fresh sheets on the bed, would they have thought to put things in the bedside table for a moment like this as well?
The bed shook slightly as Mason leaned over to the side, pulled out the drawer of the bedside table, and rummaged around inside.
It sounded like there were things in there.
He closed the drawer with a gentle thud, and then I heard as something light landed on the bed. Then I heard the pop of the cap of a bottle of lube and a gentle squirting noise.
I thanked my lucky stars and internally blessed the crew for stocking the trailer with those.
Mason was panting as he pulled down my boxer briefs.
I felt an inkling of self-consciousness as he was looking at my bare ass. I wondered if he was comparing it to the hordes of beautiful twinks that were probably regulars in his bed.
But the thought was whisked away as he whispered, “God, such a beautiful ass… so perfect…”
He roved his hands over my right cheek in a circular motion, then pulled my cheeks apart to gaze at my hole.
“Oh…” he sighed lustfully. “Such a beautiful pink hole…”
I blushed, grateful that he couldn’t see my face in the darkness.
Then he squirted some more lube on his fingers and began massaging the sensitive skin around my hole.
It felt like all of my nerves were on fire as the pleasure coursed through me. I writhed
