Chapter 15

He was about to add a third, when John ground out, “Come here.”

Thank God

Mason hopped off the bed and dashed to the chair. But then he stopped. “Do you think that will hold us?”

“Oh, yeah. Get on. Ride me.”

Nostrils flaring, hard cock desperate to come, Mason climbed aboard. His legs straddling either side of John, he poised his ass over John’s sheathed dick and lowered himself on the shaft. They both gasped as his ass clenched around John. Mason’s eyes closed even as he began to move.

“Damn, you’re so fucking tight.” John moaned, thrusting upward.

A hand gripping his erection had his eyes flying open. He took in the sight of John’s big, callused hand stroking his length, quickly working to bring the edge of his orgasm near. Biting his lip, Mason rode John hard and fast, watching the beads of sweat appearing on the older man’s forehead. The easy chair squeaked with the motions of their joined body.