Page 49 of Trapped for Christmas

They kept kissing slowly for a few minutes. Mason’s hands roamed over Zeb’s back, through his hair, and caressed his face. He kept giving little moans, and Mason couldn’t wait to take him to bed, but he would not rush things. From what Zeb had said about the blow job, Mason suspected Zeb had never had a partner who’d been selfless in bed, but nothing turned Mason on more than bringing pleasure to his partner. Even when he was fucking them, it was all about them. If they weren’t satisfied, then that would make his dick soften. Not something that was happening with Zeb on his lap. Zeb’s hand moved lower, and he squeezed Mason’s cock. The sensation almost made him blow, he was so turned on.

“Can I take care of you now?” asked Zeb, his voice barely a whisper.

Mason put his hand on Zeb’s rock-hard cock. “I don’t have the same recovery time as you.”

Zeb smiled. “Please.”

“How do you want me?”

“Stand up,” said Zeb, his eyes blazing with heat.

Mason did as instructed; he liked the confident edge in Zeb’s tone. His hands went to his belt, but Zeb stopped him. He buried his face in Mason’s crotch and inhaled. Mason stroked his hair, content for Zeb to set the pace. He rubbed his face against Mason’s crotch, then licked his cock over his jeans and bit into his flesh. It wasn’t hard, but it had enough bite to cause Mason’s body to tingle all over. Zeb continued to tease him for a while before he unbuckled the belt and pulled his jeans down, leaving his underwear on. The head of his cock was poking out of the waistband of his briefs.

Zeb ignored it, giving the same torturous licks and bites to his cock through the fabric. After what felt like eons, his briefs were pulled down.

“Fuck! I knew you’d be packing.”

Mason snorted and stroked Zeb’s hair.

“I haven’t seen one bigger than mine before.”

Mason was a rarity as a gay man, or any man, really. He didn’t brag about having a big dick. He was no Ryder Quinn, but he wasn’t far off. His annoying friend wasn’t who Mason should be thinking about now, though. Not while Zeb had hold of him and was practically drooling. Zeb’s lips slid over the head of his cock before his tongue licked the precum. Mason had been leaking ever since he’d first kissed Zeb. His cock slid further into Zeb’s mouth. There was an overwhelming urge to drive his cock all the way in, but he held back. Zeb was in charge . . . this time.

Mason moaned as Zeb took more of his cock down his throat. Fuck! He knew how to suck cock. Mason didn’t want to think about how he’d picked up those skills, knowing parts of his past. He looked down at Zeb, who had his eyes closed and a smile on his face. His lips were stretched wide around Mason’s cock. He looked so content, and it made Mason’s heart beat faster. He didn’t know how long he could hold back telling this man how much he loved him—or his orgasm, with how quickly Zeb was pushing him to the edge.

Zeb took him deeper, one of his hands still gripped around Mason’s cock. The other he used to pull on Mason’s balls.

“Zeb, I’m close. You don’t have to swallow if you don’t want to.”

It was just a guess, but he suspected Zeb had never been given the choice before. Their eyes met, and the determination on his face was enough to send Mason’s orgasm crashing through him. He couldn’t stop his hips from jerking as his cum pulsed out of his cock and down Zeb’s throat. As he came down from his orgasm, Zeb let out a filthy moan, and his body shuddered. Had he just cum as well?

His softening cock slipped out of Zeb’s mouth, and he looked completely wrecked. Mason sat down and pulled Zeb back onto his lap, and then claimed his mouth. He could taste himself, and his hand went to Zeb’s crotch. It was damp. Why had they waited so long to do this? He was perfect in Mason’s arms, and he never wanted to let him go. They kissed for a while before Mason stood up, still holding onto Zeb.

“Where are we going?”

“To take a shower.”

“Together?” he asked, his face looking excited.

“Yes.”

“Do you think Ryder and Felix have been in the shower together?”

Mason chuckled. “Ryder has been with Felix all over this cabin. That’s why I had it disinfected.”

Zeb laughed. Mason loved his smile. When they got to the bathroom, he lowered Zeb to the ground and put the water on to warm up. The shower could hold three men, or one Ryder and his twink fiancé. He couldn’t help but smile at the thought. Although his friends would need to find somewhere else to visit now. Zeb had loved walking around town today, so Mason wanted to bring him back as often as possible. He didn’t want to go back to New York tomorrow either, which wasn’t like him. Normally, he’d be itching to be at Epicure, but not now he was here with Zeb.

Mason undressed Zeb, and then himself, before he pushed him into the shower, his bigger body blanketing him.

“Can I touch your chest?” asked Zeb.

“You can touch anything you want.”

Zeb smiled shyly and placed his hands on Mason’s chest. They moved around his pecs slowly, giving the occasional squeeze. He looked in awe, so Mason was happy to let him keep squeezing his chest. Mason looked down and couldn’t help but laugh.

“What?” asked Zeb.

“You’re hard again, already.”