Beauty And The Bookworm (9 page)

“And you impressed me by taking care of me when I got hurt. Not everyone would do that. And let’s not forget you’re hot.”

Chapter 9

Dicks!

I followed Shane to his bedroom. I’ll admit I had to push down my nerves a little bit. I wouldn’t call it performance anxiety exactly, because my dick was so hard I could have let him do pull ups on it. One-handed pull ups, I admit, but still – pull ups. My nerves were more like those butterflies you remember from high school, the ones you got before giving a big speech. Only this was a speech I
really
wanted to give.

Shane was a few strides ahead of me, he reached the bed and turned around. The look on his face, at the moment, was like no pre-sex face I’d ever seen before. Shane wasn’t trying to look sexy, he wasn’t trying to look dangerous or seductive. His face just held a look of pure
fun
. He was smiling, looking like he knew we were both about to have a great time. My nerves disappeared. “Would you get my buttons, Mason?”

Hell, yeah.
I crossed to him and undid the buttons on his shirt then pushed it off his shoulders. He was so gorgeous. I kissed and sucked on each of his nipples until he started making a soft groaning sound that was almost a purr.

I dropped to my knees as I moved onto his jeans, undoing each of the buttons on the fly slowly. When I pulled the jeans open, I chuckled as I saw a flash of hunter-green. “You wore my favorite jockstrap?”

He grinned down at me. “I thought you’d like it.”

“I like it,” I said, “turn around.”

Shane turned around and I pulled the jeans over his ass and to the floor so he could step out of them. I pulled at the straps under each of his cheeks hard, letting them snap back against his skin and leave little red welts on his flesh. I already knew how great his ass was, but getting this close – it was a thing of beauty, an ass to be memorialized in poetry and song, an ass for the ages. I ran my tongue down the crack and then kissed each pert cheek. He gave a shiver and turned around.

I decided it was time to free
willy. I pulled the jockstrap down and let Shane’s dick spring out. It was a fat nine inches (okay, it wasn’t really nine inches, but I believe in bonus points for dicks. Shane earned one inch for the beauty of the dick itself, and another inch for the way he used it.) I multitasked, pulling the jockstrap down to his ankles so he could kick it out of our way, and taking his pretty cock into my mouth at the same time. It was rock-hard and velvety smooth. I didn’t bother with any tongue-spinning around the head preliminaries, I just swallowed the whole thing down to the base. Then I pulled off and did it again.

Shane groaned and pushed me away. “Let’s get you out of those clothes. I’d like to see that tight little body before I shoot my load.”

I’m going to have to talk to him about using the word ‘little’ in the bedroom. No, I’ll deal with it, he might switch to ‘petite’ and then we’re through.

Shane pulled my shirt off and then sat on the edge of the bed to work on my jeans. He pulled them and my briefs down to my knees. He grabbed my dick and gave it a few slow, easy pumps. Then he looked up at me with a devilish grin as he leaned forward and licked along the full length of my shaft. He squatted down in front of me and sucked my balls into his mouth one at a time, gently rolling them with his tongue. All the while, he kept slowly pumping my cock. I was racing toward the edge when he suddenly stopped and stood up. He gave me a deep kiss and then pushed me away.

He was looking at me and his face was hard to read. What was it? Shyness? He finally said, “I… uh… before we go any further, I’ve got kind of a special request.”

Oh, great,
I thought,
he’s a freak. He’s going to ask me to do something really weird. Bare minimum, I’m about to get peed on. I knew he couldn’t be as perfect as I thought he was. Oh, well, let the waterworks begin. Dammit.
I tried to sound enthusiastic. “Okay, what do you want me to do?”

He looked relieved. “I’ve got to grab something. I’ll be right back. You just lie on the bed.”

I was officially freaked out. Whatever twisted shit he was into required
equipment.
I let out a calming breath and climbed onto the bed. I watched the bedroom door with apprehension, fully expecting him to come back in with whips, chains, and an extra-large vegetable, fresh from the crisper, to shove up my ass. I had my fingers crossed for a room-temperature cucumber. He came back carrying…
War and Peace.

“What’s with the book?”

He looked embarrassed and unbelievably cute. “Ever since that first day in the park… well, I’ve had this fantasy about sucking you off while you read.”

“You want me to read while you give me a blow job?”

He looked at the floor. “Yeah, I’ve jerked off about it. I want you to come in my face while you’re turning the pages. Will you do it?”

I’ve always been a charitable soul. “Yeah, I’ll do it.”

I sat up and propped pillows behind my back. Shane handed me the book, I opened to the first page and started reading. I had my legs splayed and he crawled between them on his stomach.

Shane
went to work on my balls first, licking each one slowly. He grasped my dick, massaging the head with his thumb. I turned a page and he moaned. He teased me for a while, just using his hands on my dick and saving his mouth for my balls. He was driving me crazy.

Finally, he scooted up a bit and took me in his mouth. It was so wet and warm in there, I bucked my hips involuntarily. He sucked deep and hard, getting me down his throat with ease. The words on the page were fuzzy in my vision
, but I turned another page and got another moan that vibrated around my cock.

I peeked over the top of the book. I could see the top of Shane’s head bobbing up and down. Looking further, I saw his wonderful, muscled ass. It was flexing and relaxing as he slowly fucked into the
sheets, keeping perfect time with his sucking.

He changed tactics on my cock. He pumped the shaft with his fist and sucked just the head. I turned another page and he began spinning his talented tongue. I was getting dangerously close. He used his free hand to massage my balls. Another page and he pulled his mouth away and shoved a finger up my ass. That was that. I came hard into his face. He gobbled me back down and sucked with force, fucking against the sheets. He deep-throated my cock, totally draining me. I slammed the book shut as he pulled off my cock and buried his face against my thigh. He groaned and bit into my leg as he shot his own load.

Under normal circumstances, I would have managed something witty like, “Story time’s over,” but these were not normal circumstances. All I could do was pant like a long-distance runner as Shane climbed up and shoved his tongue in my mouth. I could taste myself on his tongue.
Go out and get your man a wheatgrass-pineapple smoothie, folks. It works.

Shane rolled onto his back. He had a huge grin on his face. I shimmied down and lay my head on his chest. I gave silent thanks to Leo Tolstoy. If I ever met him in the great bathhouse in the sky, I owed the man one hell of a blow job.

“That was,” Shane panted as he wiped at his face with a handful of tissues, “so good. Hearing those pages… I almost came every time you turned one.”

I tweaked his nipple. “We can do it again whenever you want.”

He kissed the top of my head. “Good, but next time we’ll do one of your kinks. Something tells me you’ve got some perverted things swirling around in your head.”

“Nah, I’m strictly vanilla.”

“Come on,” he teased, “I’ll bet you’d like to put a saddle on me and ride me around the bedroom.”

That didn’t sound too bad. “Maybe. Let me think about it.”

We were quiet for a minute, sleep closing in the way it always does. “Mason,” he whispered.

“Yeah?”

“I love the taste of you in my mouth. I mean I
love
it.”

“Good, ‘cause
War and Peace
is a long book. You’re definitely going to be tasting me again.”

Chapter 10

Gran Recommends Fisting

“Should I be nervous?” Shane asked as we pulled into Gran’s driveway.

I thought it best to be honest. “Yes, definitely. She didn’t like my last boyfriend.”

Why did I instantly regret using the word
boyfriend
? The first time it’s said in any relationship is always so awkward and scary. It’s one of those do or die moments for both parties involved. The person who says it is instantly filled with fear. The person who hears it instantly realizes that things are
real
for the person they’re with.

“Sorry,” I mumbled.

Shane sounded casual as he put the car in park. “For what?”

“You know, saying
boyfriend
.”

He leaned over and kissed my cheek. “I am your boyfriend.”

“You are?”

He laughed. “I sucked your dick while you read a book. I think that makes me your boyfriend.”

I grabbed his chin and kissed him hard. “And I’m yours. Now, let’s go see how the old biker lesbian takes to you.”

Shane gave an adorably nervous giggle. “Okay, I hope she likes me.”

“Just keep your hands at your sides and don’t make any sudden moves.”

Gran made a big dinner: greasy pork chops, breaded and fried; starchy potatoes covered with gravy; green beans swimming in bacon fat; and, for dessert, an obscene chocolate meringue pie. Shane cleaned his plate, covered his mouth to belch, and then asked for seconds. I wondered if he planned on heading to the john to purge it all up, but he stayed put and smiled his thanks when Gran handed him a cold can of beer.

“You’re a great cook, Mrs. Leery,” he offered.

Gran gave him a cold stare. She was thinking, casting about for something not to like about Shane. I had confidence in the old girl. She’d find something. “Thanks, kid.” She looked to me. “Mason, could you clear the table? Shane and I will be on the deck finishing our beers.”

What? She wants me to clean the table while the menfolk go outside and drink beer?
I cleared the table with all the precision of a wrecking ball. I didn’t want to miss one word of the interrogation I was sure Shane was undergoing. I was glad Gran didn’t keep her waterboarding equipment out back. She’d just have to settle for beating poor Shane with the garden hose until he coughed up whatever information she was looking for.

I made it out back just in time to hear Gran say, “But that’s not really a job, is it?”

Shane had a patient smile on his face. “I guess I understand how you could see it that way. The personal training is kind of a dicey job, clients come and go, but I make great money giving massages.”

Gran was intrigued. “You work down at Happy Endings? I know a gal who used to work there, calls herself Velvet, covered with tattoos. Do you know her?”

Shane cleared his throat. “Uh, no, I don’t know Velvet and I don’t work at Happy Endings. I give massages at a physical therapist’s office.”

Gran was
not
impressed, but she seemed to be remaining neutral. “What about tattoos? You got any?”

He looked to me for help, but Shane was on his own. I just shrugged my shoulders. I’d told him the old broad was nuts. His smile had turned into a grimace. “I don’t have any. Tattoos are more my brother’s department. I think you’d like him. He rides a motorcycle, too.”

Gran perked up. “Your brother rides? Where is he?”

Shane looked at the wood decking below his feet. He had no idea who
he was talking to as he mumbled, “Prison.”

“Really?” Gran asked with genuine enthusiasm, “What’s he in for? Does he go for the cock like you?”

Shane’s eyes bulged. He had finally realized he was standing in front of a lot of crazy. “He’s straight and, uh, burglary.”

“First or second degree?”

“First.”

Gran looked at me pityingly. Her eyes said it all, she
was silently acknowledging how sad it was that I was going to have to settle for the lesser brother. She turned her attention back to Shane. “Well, your brother’s welcome over when he gets out. This place could use some livening up. You’re welcome back too, Shane, and I can see why Mason’s stuck on you, that’s quite an ass you’ve got.”

I shook my head as Gran smashed her empty beer can and headed back inside. I smiled weakly at Shane, I would just have to accept it if he chose that moment to run for it.

“Oh, my God,” he whispered, “she really is crazy.”

“I told you.”

“But… everybody says their family’s crazy. Yours really is batshit.”

“I told you.”

He walked over and circled my waist with his arms. “Still,” he said, “she raised you, so I guess she’s doing something right.”

I squeezed his butt. “And she knows a good ass when she sees one.”

He laughed. “I’m going to get out of here. Do you want to come back over to my place?”

I most certainly did. “Yeah, but later. I’m going to clean this place up and get a shower.”