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The carnality of being forcefully held while both of his holes were filled to brimming was a heady aphrodisiac, and Mason lost himself to his dominant lovers.

“Fuck, you feel good, so tight,” Rig crowed as he released his hold on Mason’s hips. He planted his hands on the mattress under Mason’s arms and pressed his chest against Mason’s back until his lips brushed the shell of Mason’s ear. “So perfect,” he whispered, breathless. His words, soft, almost gentle, were in sharp contrast to the brutal force of his thrusting hips.

Mason looked up and briefly met Bobby’s eyes—humming as Bobby began short quick thrusts that rubbed his cock head along Mason’s tongue—before the pleasure forced his eyes to close again.

The change in Rig’s strokes caused Mason’s body to jerk and his muscles to tense. Each time he pressed deep, Rig rolled his hips, pushing Mason’s straining dick to press against the mattress, adding just the right amount of friction to send him spiraling toward orgasm.

“Come for us, Mason,” Bobby encouraged and grabbed a handful of Mason’s hair as he wrapped the other around Mason’s cock, stroking in the same hard and brutal pace as Rig thrust in and out of Mason’s ass.

It was all the incentive Mason needed to release the tight hold he had on his pleasure, and he shouted his release as Rig pumped into him hard without finesse, his thrusts erratic until he tensed against Mason, groaning as he gave in to his own orgasm. As the last drop of seed was forced from his body, Mason floated, barely registering Bobby calling out his name and a warm liquid landing on his cheek and sliding down his jaw.

Mason collapsed onto the mattress, grunting as he took Rig’s full weight, but he loved the heaviness against him, the harsh breath against his ear, and the throb in his ass. His heart continued to pound rapidly, and his lungs screamed. Despite it, Mason basked in the afterglow, feeling better and lighter than he had in ages.

Chapter 20

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remembered falling asleep. He’d been lying between Rig and Bobby, their warm bodies pressed against him, their strong hands caressing his flesh as they lay in bed watching TV. Since the night of strip Monopoly, Mason hadn’t had to ask for a single thing from either man. They both seemed to be so in tune to both Mason’s physical needs as well as his emotional ones. Obviously they had anticipated his physical ones before he even woke. Either that or he was having one hell of a hot dream because he felt not one but two tongues licking along the length of his very hard, very ready-to-explode cock. He lay there long moments as his cock and balls were bathed in warmth, afraid to open his eyes for fear the dream would end. The head of his cock was lapped at, a tongue pushed into the small slit, and Mason’s eyes flew open.

“Oh thank fuck,” he groaned when he lifted his head and found Bobby and Rig laving at his cock. He’d woken in pure paradise.

Bobby lifted his head, and a sly smile curled his lip. “What was that?” he asked.

Mason could only moan in response as his balls were cupped in a warm hand and then tugged gently. The touch caused his back to arch, and his eyes nearly rolled back in his head.

“I think he said to stop,” Rig teased. “You want us to stop, Mason?”

“No!” Mason settled his hand on the back of Rig’s head, urging him to continue. “I mean God, please don’t.” He shook his head vigorously to emphasize how much he did
not
want them to stop.

Bobby moaned, and the tugging on Mason’s sac increased. Another set of fingers wrapped around the base of Mason’s prick. It felt so good and he was so close to popping, but he forced down the urge. No way was he going to let this end before he had a chance to fully enjoy it.

His resolve not to come too soon was nearly ripped from him when the two Doms in perfect sync began to lick up Mason’s shaft. When they reached the flared head, their tongues swirled around each other’s as well as the sensitive head before moving back down Mason’s shaft. Bobby was the more vocal of the two, moaning and humming the entire time; the sound as well as the vibration made it all the more difficult to keep from tumbling over the edge into orgasm, but he held firm. Over and over his lovers lapped at his cock as well as the other’s tongue with sloppy enthusiasm.

Mason shuddered. The sight and sound was maddening, and he spread his legs wider, giving them better access, and began thrusting gently. “That feels so, so…. Ah fuck, that feels so good,” he stuttered, his voice still heavy with sleep and arousal.

“Mmm hmm,” Rig moaned. “Tastes so good too,” he praised, lapping at both Bobby’s tongue and Mason’s cock, sharing the small amount of precum that was now oozing from the slit in a nearly steady stream.

One of the hands on his balls slid back, fingers teasing, tapping, and caressing at his opening. Mason was torn, his pulse racing and breaths coming out in short pants. He didn’t know if he wanted to thrust or bear down on those teasing digits; he could only rock back and forth between the two sensations.

He didn’t have to choose.

Bobby moaned huskily, licked up the length of Mason’s shaft one last time, then nudged Rig out of the way as he sucked the head of Mason’s cock into his mouth and sucked hard. At the same time the muscles in Rig’s arm flexed as he pushed the tip of one finger in past the tight ring of muscles, making a circular motion, encouraging Mason’s body to open to him, and then shoved it in deep, setting a steady in-and-out rhythm.

Mason’s arched his back off the bed, and this time his eyes did roll back. How could they not? He couldn’t focus, his body completely awash in sensations; he could only react instinctively to the pleasurable stimulation.

A hot tongue pushed past Mason’s lips, Rig’s familiar scent enveloping him, and Mason opened wide, allowing Rig to take what he needed. Mason got everything he needed in return by giving himself over to the two Dominants.

“You can come whenever you want,” Rig mumbled against his lips and then sucked Mason’s bottom lip into his mouth, teasing it with tongue and teeth before releasing it.

“No. No. No,” Mason groaned pitifully. “Don’t say that.”

He was humping against Rig’s thrusting and twisting digits—two now deep inside him. Bobby had Mason’s cock buried deep into this throat, sucking hard, while he tugged at Mason’s balls, adding just the right amount of pain to his pleasure to send him flying. Bobby hummed in response to Mason’s pleas while he feasted on Mason’s prick greedily. He could hold out a little longer if they told him not to, demanded him not to.

“What’s the matter, Mason?” Rig murmured. “Don’t like it? Want us to stop?”

“Going to…. I don’t wanna…. Oh Jesus, I’m going to come,” Mason slurred, drunk on pleasure.

“Do it,” Rig demanded, a growl in his voice. “Feed it to him.” Rig bit Mason’s bottom lip again, harder this time, setting off more sparks of pain. “Shoot it down his fucking throat, now!” Rig ordered and then shoved his tongue back deep into Mason’s mouth.

Mason’s body tensed, and he shot his load down Bobby’s throat as he’d been ordered to do. His cock pulsed and throbbed as he cried out his release into Rig’s mouth and his ass clenched down on the man’s fingers.

Bobby sucked and licked until he’d swallowed down every drop and Mason’s cock began to soften. Only then did Bobby release Mason’s oversensitive shaft and nuzzle his aching sac as Rig pressed his nose to the side of Mason’s neck. Bobby placed one last kiss to the tip of Mason’s cock head, pulling a violent shudder from Mason, before moving up the bed to lie next to him.

Mason started to thank them for such a perfect wake-up call, but what came out of his panting mouth was “Wow.” His head was spinning, his body melted bone deep, and he simply couldn’t get his mouth to work properly. Bobby and Rig didn’t seem to be in any hurry for small talk, both kissing along his neck and jawline gently, their hands roaming over Mason’s chest and stomach tenderly. This was his favorite part of sex with his lovers. Yes, he still wanted to explore more… extreme things with them. He’d always loved the pleasure he found in pain, the raw and dirty, the hard and the fast. The buildup was fucking mind-blowing and the orgasm even better, but this…. These moments, the way they touched him and cared for him like he was precious, satisfied not just his body and mind but his very soul.

It took him a moment longer to get his rapid breathing back to something closer to normal, basking in their attentions before he could even think about trying to speak again. “Thank you,” he said sedately. “That sure beats the hell out of the alarm clock.”

“We aim to please,” Bobby said, his warm breath tickling Mason’s flesh.

“And how can I show you my gratitude?” he asked, kissing the top of Rig’s head and then Bobby’s.

“Eggs Benedict works for me,” Rig said.

“That works for me too,” Bobby agreed. “And coffee.”

“What about these?” Mason asked, wiggling his hips against the hard cocks prodding him from both sides. “Anything I can do to help you out with these?”

Bobby lifted his head and pressed a soft kiss to Mason’s lips. “You don’t have to. This was all for you.”

“Speak for yourself,” Rig grumbled and shot Bobby an annoyed look. “I wouldn’t say no to a little reciprocation. You know, a thank-you blow job.”

“Greedy bastard,” Bobby chastised, but he was grinning like a fool.

Mason loved that happy, playful smile. Loved waking up with these two men wrapped around him, but add in laughter and he knew the day was going to be amazing.

“I’m thinking of Mason,” Rig said, going to his knees and wrapping a fist around his hard prick, stroking it as he spoke. “He needs his protein.”

“Mmm hmm,” Bobby said. He sat back and scooched down to the end of the bed. Mason gasped when Bobby grabbed his ankle and yanked him down the bed and then laughed when Bobby said to Rig, “Well, since we’re making sure we all have our daily recommended dose of protein, and I’ve had mine,” he said slyly and licked his lips. “And you’re about to give Mason his. Why don’t you lie down there”—he nodded toward Mason’s head—“and I’ll take care of yours.”

Mason covered his mouth with his hand, trying to hold back the laughter that threatened at Rig’s indignant snort, but it was useless. He needn’t have worried about trying to muffle the sound. Rig grumbled, but he laid down where a now-laughing Bobby had instructed. Mason had the choice of removing his hand and opening his mouth or going blind as Rig’s straining erection poked at the side of his face.

He so did not want to go blind.

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eggs Benedict had been amazing, and Rig could grudgingly admit that the pre-protein snack had been pretty damn good too. Unfortunately, the good feeling of the morning did not last. Rig ran a hand over his jaw and then reached around to the back of his neck, rubbing at the tense muscles there.

He and Bobby had already extended their vacation for as long as they could. The owners of the house had a renter coming in next week, and while he knew they could stay with Mason as long as they wanted, he simply couldn’t impose on his friends to house-sit any longer. They planned on asking Mason to come to New York with them, but what if he said no…. What if…. Rig rubbed harder at the tension as it increased and began to make his head throb. He and Bobby would just have to figure something out. There was no way in hell he was leaving Mason behind. He missed his friends, his home, the club, but Mason needed him. He needed both him and Bobby.

Mason had come a long way in the last few weeks. He was happy most of the time, beginning to wake with a smile, and it was easy for Rig to get him laughing even before Mason put his feet on the floor in the morning. However, no matter how hard he tried, some days were still really hard for Mason. Hell, there were days when it was hard on him and Bobby, reliving the pain of their own loss through Mason’s misery. Although there were still glimpses of sadness in Mason’s big brown eyes, he was beginning to heal. He had no doubt Mason’s progress would be lost if he and Bobby were to leave now.

“Thinking about having to tell him, aren’t you?” Bobby asked, keeping his voice low.

Rig glanced toward the house to make sure Mason wasn’t coming before turning back to Bobby where he was stretched out in the lounge chair next to him. They had moved out to the deck to give Mason a little privacy during his video chat with Max. Rig wished he knew what they were talking about, what was going through Mason’s head, and how he could help him further. Max would never abuse Mason’s trust, and Rig would never ask him to. He just wished Mason felt as comfortable talking to him and Bobby as he’d grown to trust Max with more of his deeper secrets and feelings.

“I know we have to go home, at least for a little while, but I can’t stand the thought of leaving him here alone,” he admitted.

“We’ll just have to convince him to come home with us.” Bobby reached up to play with his beard and frowned, scratching at the short stubble instead.

“You’ll get used to it,” Rig assured him. “Besides, Mason seems to like nuzzling against your prickly jaw.”