In His Sights Page 8

  Then, for the second time in a very short while, Mason’s mind jumped to Noah’s condition. Not his hot-and-bothered condition, but rather, his I’ve been mugged and beaten with a big stick condition.

  Mason tried to pull out of the kiss, but not letting him, Noah moved right along with him. Mason used both his hands, carefully pushing Noah’s shoulders away.

  When Mason peeked at Noah, it was all Mason could do, not to drag the other man back into his grip. Noah’s eyes were pools of black, his skin flushed, and his lips swollen. He appeared thoroughly debauched, and the look of longing in his gaze connected directly to Mason’s cock—the cock telling Mason to keep his big mouth shut and just keep doing what he was doing. As the blood rushed out of his brain, Mason almost forgot why the hell he had stopped them.

  “Are you okay?” Mason’s words came out harsh—the feeling aimed at himself for becoming so caught up in the moment, and not at Noah for instigating the whole thing. But the fact Noah’s face changed from a slight flush to now bright red and his gaze turned down to the floor instead of staring into Mason’s, told Mason Noah didn’t understand that fact. And now Mason needed to fix it. The very last thing he wanted was for Noah to feel bad about what he was doing. Fuck no. Especially when Mason wanted more—that is, as long as Noah felt up to more—both physically and mentally.

  “How does your body feel?” Mason asked, careful to keep his voice under control.

  That got Noah’s attention, but not the way Mason hoped. Noah’s stare moved straight to first Mason’s cock, now fighting for its freedom, then to his own. The smile that flashed over Noah’s face was a good sign, and one Mason hoped meant they would in fact continue along their current course.

  But still, Mason hadn’t found out what he needed to know. And that meant not starting on the good stuff yet. He took a deep breath, and with renewed strength, he began again. “How does your body feel?”

  Noah’s leer had Mason speaking a little quicker.

  “After your accident today.”

  “Accident. That what we’re calling what happened today?” Noah had both his hands on Mason’s waist—his fingers played with Mason’s belt loops, and his intense focus strayed to Mason’s lips.

  Mason’s tongue darted out on its own. Watching Noah’s eyes widen almost had Mason abandoning his reason for stopping. Instead, he shook his head and said, “You know what I mean. Unless you’d like me to explain what I’m asking in better detail, which will probably take a bit of time. Time we could be using to do something else.”

  “Sorry. I get exactly what you mean. I’m good.” Noah leaned in and planted a kiss on the side of Mason’s mouth.

  Still not giving in, Mason moved his mouth away. “You sure?”

  “Promise. I still have the medication in my system. All my aches and pains are down to a two. And besides, the parts I’m planning to use weren’t hurt. But they can still use some attention.”

  “What kind of attention are you thinking?”

  “Definitely up close and personal. Very close and very personal.”

  With Noah’s words, every molecule of air was sucked out of the room, and Noah was Mason’s closed-circuit mixed gas rebreather. Mason was on him in a second. His movements were quick, but careful. Mason locked his lips on Noah’s and let his tongue barge right into Noah’s mouth.

  If Noah was surprised, he didn’t hesitate. His tongue, quick to pick up on the action, followed Mason’s around in a mixed game of follow the leader and tag.

  Noah’s hands moved first. He reached under Mason’s shirt. Noah’s blunt fingertips pressed into Mason’s hot skin as he slid the shirt up. When Mason tried to pull back to allow the shirt over his head, Noah wasn’t ready to let them part. Noah bit on Mason’s lip, letting him know movement right then wasn’t an option. Mason moaned; the pain, at first startling, headed straight to his dick.

  Mason searched out Noah’s shirt, too, figuring they could take them off together, saving time. Noah seemed to approve of the idea, and let the kiss settle for a moment as each slid the other’s shirt off. Noah continued to examine Mason, his desire a palpable force. The shirts were tossed away, and then their mouths pressed back together.

  Mason’s brain still had trouble accepting what was happening—but it didn’t stop him from being an active contributor. His hands, in need of finding purchase, strayed from Noah’s shoulders and traveled down Noah’s back. Noah’s body went rigid and he cried out into Mason’s mouth. Caught in his own haze of lust, it took Mason a moment to realize what the hell had happened. The fact Noah only suppressed his participation for mere seconds, had Mason doubting what he’d noticed. But a gut feeling had Mason pulling back, this time not letting Noah dissuade him.

  Noah’s lips, wet and swollen, his eyes half lidded, had Mason’s mind fighting for the reason why they stopped—it was a brawl Mason’s body wanted to concede.

  Noah’s frown was the hint Mason needed.

  “We can’t do this,” Mason said.

  Noah scowled, and he struggled to take a step back.

  Confused, Mason wouldn’t let him go.

  “I’m sorry.” Noah’s voice came out rough and low. He moved his gaze from Mason and stared down at the floor.

  Not understanding what the hell was happening, Mason’s mouth went dry, and his thoughts turned crazy.

  “I’m sorry.”

  In a horrified flash, Mason realized what Noah meant and pulled him forward again. Noah stood his ground, and still refused to make eye contact.

  “I just meant we can’t do this in the kitchen because you’re hurting. Let’s go to the bedroom.”

  Noah was hesitant to look up. “You sure?”

  “Never more.” Mason put a chaste kiss on Noah’s lips. Then Mason took Noah’s hand, laced their fingers, and headed toward the bedroom. He moved slowly, careful to not cause Noah any more pain.

  At the door, Mason switched on the light, not giving a second thought to being together in the light. He wasn’t sure if or when he’d get the chance to do this again, with Noah leaving the next day, and Mason wanted to see every inch of him.

  When the men stood next to the bed, the race began. Both already shirtless, they dove for their pants. Noah was the first to open his, but Mason was only milliseconds behind. With the pants gone, the boxer briefs were soon to follow.

  Mason’s gaze sought out all of Noah. When he reached Noah’s cock, Mason was stunned still. The organ, larger than Mason had ever seen in the flesh, stood proud against Noah’s stomach. The cock dribbled an abundance of pre-cum from its slit, causing Mason’s mouth to water. He wasn’t sure where Noah’s gaze had traveled or where his thoughts were, but Mason prayed they were on the same page as his. “Can I taste you?”

  “Y-yes.” Noah shuffled back toward the wall.

  “Would you rather sit?” Mason asked, surprised he could still talk.

  “No, this is good.”

  That’s all Mason needed to hear. He was down on his knees and making his way over to Noah. He usually liked to go slow, teasing, licking, kissing. This job required a more direct approach. Mason took Noah into his mouth balls deep, then swallowed.

  Noah slammed back against the wall and cried out. The sound, born from pleasure, caused Mason’s balls to tighten. Never had Mason been brought to this point so quickly, using all his senses except touch.

  As he moved off Noah’s cock, sucking all the way, he held on to his own dick and squeezed. He couldn’t have this end so soon. There was so much more he wanted—needed—to do. Once at Noah’s crown, he slid back down, opening his throat to accept Noah’s length. He continued to go up and back, keeping the suction a constant, enjoying Noah’s strong flavor.

  Mason’s gaze traveled to Noah’s face. Noah stood leaning against the wall, his stare tracking every one of Mason’s moves, his fingers combing through Mason’s hair.

  When Mason released Noah’s cock, Noah let out another cry. Not wanting to disappoint, Mason moved his head down, a
nd sucked one, then the second, of Noah’s balls into his mouth. Noah’s roar echoed through the whole house, and Mason couldn’t help but smile. Again, he needed to rein in his own cock.

  He made his way back to Noah’s tip, then licked the slit, sure to capture all of Noah’s essence. Noah’s balls tightened. Mason pulled off and rose back to his feet.

  Mason planned to ask Noah about his back and legs, but Noah’s mouth took Mason’s hostage, cutting Mason off.

  The kiss was rough, tongue and teeth, each devouring the other’s mouth. When Noah eventually let go, he led the two of them back over to the bed. When Mason’s legs lined up with the mattress, they stopped.

  Mason thought he understood what Noah wanted, but he asked anyway. “What do you want?” Unable to stay away, waiting for Noah’s answer, Mason bit Noah’s neck, careful not to leave a mark.

  “I want you to fuck me.”

  Mason slowed mid-nibble and almost came on the bed. That hadn’t been what he’d expected, but he was good taking or giving. He pulled back, immediately lost in the lust in Noah’s gaze.

  “Climb up, and we’ll get you ready.” Mason’s words were barely a whisper, but they had Noah moving as if Mason had yelled.

  “Okay, but I want to feel you.” Noah’s breaths were hot and heavy against Mason’s neck.

  “You will. I promise.”

  Once Noah got on the bed, Mason joined him. Mason leaned over to the night table and grabbed the lube and a condom from the drawer. He tossed both onto the bed. Noah shifted back toward the headboard. Mason knelt, watching Noah’s hand slide up and down his cock. Noah balanced on his elbows, bent his knees, and spread his feet apart on the bed, scooting his ass forward. Mason’s mind raced as he stared at the way Noah had opened himself for Mason. It was Noah sliding his legs closer together that snapped Mason from his admiration and into action.

  Mason spread Noah’s legs back open, giving Mason an unobstructed view. “You’re amazing.” Mason took the lube and squeezed some on his finger. As he did, he asked, “It’s okay if I do this?”

  “Um. Hmm.” Noah seemed beyond words.

  Mason lay down on the bed, and put his face where Noah’s legs were planted. Once in position, with a better view, he moved his finger up to Noah’s hole and circled along the wrinkled exterior. Each time around, he added a little more pressure, until the ring loosened enough to accept his one finger. The heat and tightness Mason encountered were almost his undoing. Knowing his cock would soon be in there had Mason wanting to skip this whole process. He’d never been in such a hurry. Sure, there’d been times he’d been desperate, but now he considered how little prep he could get away with, as Noah himself had said he wanted to feel him.

  Mason struggled to push that thought away, as he continued to move his finger inside of Noah, then with more lube on his hand, he added a second finger. He put both in and bent them, searching out Noah’s spot. But when he moved to scissor his fingers to stretch Noah out, Noah’s hand reached out and halted Mason.

  “That’s enough.”

  “Are you sure?” Even with Mason’s thoughts, he didn’t want to stop too soon and hurt Noah.

  “Positive.”

  Mason planned to ask Noah what position he preferred, but Noah beat him, by saying, “I want to lie on my back.”

  As Noah moved, Mason realized what Noah was doing. “Fuck. No.”

  Noah stopped and frowned at Mason. Noah’s eyes opened wide. “What do you mean, no? Do you not want to do this?”

  “No. I mean hell no. Yes, I want to do this. But you can’t lie on your back. You’re all bruised. That’ll kill you. If not today, then tomorrow.”

  “I’ll be fine. I want to see you.”

  A piece of Mason’s heart broke. Fuck. “I want to look into your eyes, too, when we do this, but not this time. We can’t. I refuse to put you in more pain than necessary. Probably shouldn’t be doing this at all.”

  “Fuck no. Don’t you dare start that shit. How do you want me?”

  Mason smiled. He knew that’d get Noah to be more cooperative. “How about you get on your hands and knees. You said you want to feel me. That’ll let me slam into you nice and deep.”

  “Ohhhh.” Noah jumped up on all fours in seconds.

  Mason had to bite his tongue. Noah was beautiful. His perky round ass, broad shoulders, the perfect waist, and his muscular legs. The marks, that should have marred him, made him even more stunning. They were his strength shining through.

  Mason ran his hand carefully down Noah’s back and continued on to the crack in his ass. He drew Noah’s cheeks apart and watched as his hole throbbed in anticipation. Mason let his finger play with the opening for a second, until Noah cried out, needing more.

  Mason fumbled with the condom, his need making him clumsy. Once on, he leaned over, picked up the lube, and poured some in his hand, then rubbed his cock.

  All slick, Mason moved into place and positioned his cock at Noah’s opening. Prepared to move slowly, he pushed until he reached the first ring of muscle. He settled, gearing up to go a little further, when Noah grabbed on to Mason’s thighs, holding him in place, and shoved back.

  Mason sat balls deep, and Noah howled for the entire world to hear. Mason again stood still, trying to allow Noah to adjust, but Noah wouldn’t have it. His hands back on the bed, Noah moved forward, pulling himself off Mason’s cock, then once at the tip, he pushed back and impaled himself. Mason had no control. Noah continued with his movements; Mason’s only choice was to go along. Cloaked in the tightness, Mason squeezed his eyes and fisted his hands. Pleasure exploded within him, too much for him to handle. He spiraled down into the abyss at an alarmingly rapid pace.

  “You gotta slow down, Noah. I’m not going to last.” Mason barely caught his breath.

  “I can’t, Mas. I can’t. Please go harder. Harder.”

  And Mason did. With all his power, Mason continued to slam into Noah at a frantic pace, until he came violently, harder than ever before, almost to the point where he transcended ecstasy, bringing Noah right along with him.

  Chapter 9

  Something woke Mason, but his eyelids felt too heavy to open. Instead, he let the darkness take him back into its grasp. On the cusp of oblivion, thoughts of the previous night zapped into his head. He stretched out his right arm, searching for the warmth of the body next to him. Not finding anything one way, he leaned over to the left side. Finding only emptiness, he listened to the quiet, trying to detect even the slightest of sounds—the lack of noise caused him to open his eyes.

  He confirmed the bed was empty, then glanced at the vacant bathroom. He peered at the clock: 03:30 A.M. He’d invited Noah to stay the night in his bed, but for some reason, Noah had chosen not to. Mason closed his eyes and went back to sleep with disappointment seeping through him.

  The next time Mason awoke, it was 07:45 A.M. He stretched out across the bed and took a deep breath. He could get used to sleeping in. He stood and pulled on his boxer briefs and the pair of jeans from the night before. Coffee. He needed coffee.

  As Mason padded past the guest bedroom, he knocked on the door. Noah would head home tonight, and Mason would miss him. Not only because of what they’d done the night before. He liked Noah for Noah, and not just the sex, although the sex part had been fantastic. Mason enjoyed their time spent hanging out together just as much as he did the sex with Noah. Well, maybe he liked the sex a little more, but either way, he now considered Noah a friend and would miss him when he left.

  Mason got the coffee going, then padded over to the refrigerator to see what he could make for breakfast. He wasn’t sure if Noah would feel up to going fishing, but he wanted to feed them both a hearty meal in case Noah did. Mason spotted the maple syrup, and the thought of pancakes and sausage made his mouth water. He got the sausage out of the freezer and put it on the counter, then ambled over to the pantry for the pancake mix. He decided before he started to cook, he’d go wrestle Noah out of bed. Or maybe they’d wrestle in
bed. Either worked for him.

  He poured two cups of coffee, then headed back upstairs and knocked on Noah’s door. On the third knock, he checked the doorknob and found the door unlocked. The door slid slightly open, and Mason called in to Noah, not wanting to barge in. There was no answer. He couldn’t believe Noah slept so heavily. Mason felt on edge about just walking in. But he held coffee in his hands. Who could stay mad at the person who brought them coffee?

  Mason stepped into the room and froze. The room was empty, as if Noah had never stayed over. The only thing in the room making Noah’s existence evident were the work boots sitting on the floor next to the bed; the boots Mason had lent Noah the day they’d picked up the tree.

  What the hell? Where is he? Did he get up before Mason and go out for a run? Mason knew the answer was a no even before the idea fully formed in his head. He knew without a doubt Noah had left, probably last night, and he wasn’t coming back. Fuck.

  Mason left the room, closing the door behind him, and went back to the kitchen. He dumped Noah’s coffee down the drain and moved to sit at the center island. What the hell happened? Why would Noah leave without saying goodbye? The answer was obvious. Because of what they did the night before. He knew Noah was nervous. But hell. He never thought he was take-off-in-the-middle-of-the-night nervous. Fuck. Damn. Shit.

  What would he say when he talked to Noah? Sorry. We shouldn’t have had sex. Well, hell no—he wouldn’t lie like that. He was glad the sex had happened, glad they’d been together, glad Noah let Mason take him. Then a realization exploded in Mason’s head. He wouldn’t need to worry about what to say, as he wouldn’t be talking to Noah. Noah never gave Mason a way to get in touch with him. No phone number, no address—hell, he didn’t even give Mason the name of the company he’d gone to work for in Maryland.

  Disappointment weighed heavily. Mason rested his elbows on the counter, and he let his head fall into his hands. Earlier he’d been excited and looked forward to an amazing day; now, he was filled with hollowness, and as strange as it was, loneliness.