Be it unrequited fascination with his straight best friend or impossible fantasies of rekindled interest with his heartbreaking ex, Mason has no clue why the perfect connection seems to keep slipping through his fingers. When another lonely holiday seems like too much weight to shoulder, Mason gives up on romance and seeks out the next best thing -- rented company. Jack is everything a person could want in an escort: willing, hot, and built like an angel.<br><br>Mason can't resist. After all, who wouldn't be interested in a guy who loves kid's movies, is a self-professed Peter Pan, and has no problem throwing caution to the wind at a moment's notice. But then interest quickly blooms into a whole new emotion -- an emotion that Mason knows far too well, especially when Jack has no interest in returning it, preferring to keep his heart safely tucked away in Neverland.

Second Star to the Right

He wanted to beg Jack to do it again; scream it until Jack complied. Instead, he thought it hard enough to hurt: suck it just like that. Suck it again and don’t lift your head until you’re gagging on my cum. Yet at the same time he wanted to force Jack back, beg him to ease up. It was almost too much. Too fast. Too good. Nothing oral had ever felt like that and Mason’s body was as uncertain as his mind in just how to take it. So when the “please” got whispered and Jack dropped back to look up with a grin; when Jack chuckled his, “What? What do you need, Mason?” Mason didn’t know how to respond. He just gaped openly at Jack’s fist, still moving over the latex that wrapped his hard cock—surprisinglyhard, harder than Mason would have believed it could get anymore—panting sound that couldn’t even be mistaken for communication.


Chapter 15