“Okay?” Mason gasped in Jack’s ear and the urge to bite the soft curve of it overcame him. There was no fighting it and he latched his teeth to the middle of the flush shell.
“Yes!” Jack bucked in his arms and shuddered. “No!” This time, Jack’s voice came out as a whine. A chuckled stuttered out of him as Jack shook his head, as though he was trying to figure out what was going on. Mason kept his pace, the hard stroke of his hips a burn in his mind, overwhelmed by the tight pressure that surrounded his shaft. The rhythm of it was inescapable, the tide of the oceans.
Jack seemed to gain some semblance of thought and he leveled a hard stare at Mason from over his shoulder. “Keep going.”
It held the force of command and Mason obeyed. They moved together in the golden sunlight of the window
