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touching his crack. His fingers went in, finding the sensitive hole, and they circled.
Derek gasped and lifted his hips as much as he was able to allow those wicked fingers a chance to really move.
Mason’s eyes were no less wolfish as he watched Derek. They watched each other, really.
“I’m gonna put my heavy dick in your ass, and I’m gonna fuck it until you pass out.”
Just like the last time, Derek realized, and he shivered with
anticipation.
“Oh, yes, Daddy,” Derek moaned.
Mason’s eyes quirked a little, but that was probably because he’d never heard Derek say that before.
Well, he was going to get used to it.
Derek shimmied out of the jeans and tossed them someplace where they wouldn’t get ruined. It was bad enough that he was going to have to find another black Spider-Man T-shirt for Tristan. He didn’t want to be ruining the jeans he’d borrowed from Corey.
Mason didn’t undress. He grabbed Derek by the hips and pulled
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him up, positioning him on his hands and knees. Derek was a mess of excitement. This was happening. This was finally happening.
He heard the zipper come down roughly from Mason’s jeans, but then he stalled with his hands on Derek’s hips.
Derek looked behind him to the utter despair on Mason’s face.
“What is it?” he asked, hardly able to contain his impatience.
Mason shook his head a little. “We don’t have any lube.”
Derek’s eyes widened. Christ, he’d forgotten about that too. It wasn’t like he came to this pack prepared for sex.
He got to his feet and rushed bare assed to the bathroom.
“Derek―”
“Stay right there, I’ll be back,” Derek said. There was no way he was putting this off. No way in hell.
He looked in the medicine cabinet and found something that could be useful. Hand lotion for dry skin. It would have to do, and Derek was going to make sure it worked.
He went back into the kitchen with the small bottle in hand and a
grin on his face.
Mason returned it at the sight of him. “What do you have there?”
“Something to ease the way. Here,” Derek said, tossing the bottle at him. He couldn’t help but notice his cock when Mason caught the bottle. It was thick and heavy. He nearly winced at the color. Poor guy had some serious blue balls there.
Mason grinned at him just as Derek got down on his knees and kissed him. “This should work,” he said.
Derek happily got back into position. Mason opened the cap and squeezed the white contents into his hand. Derek felt the intrusion of a wet and slick finger against his pucker. The lotion was cold. It had been a while since he’d done this, but he was no less eager, and he
pushed back against the intruding digit.
Yeah, this should definitely work.
Mason moaned, likely at the sight of watching his finger disappear
in Derek’s asshole.
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When Derek began humping back against the finger, Mason
added another.
Derek closed his eyes and moaned a little. It felt good. Those fingers were just what he needed right now. Thank God that bottle had been handy.
Then Mason added a third, and for a second the pleasure was offset by a sharp, burning pain. Derek clenched up and held still for a minute, adjusting himself.
“You all right?” Mason asked. “Is it not working?”
Derek blew out a breath and shook the hair out of his eyes as he looked behind himself. He smiled at Mason. The pain was manageable. He would be fine.
“Great. I’m ready now,” Derek said, spreading his legs wider to emphasize that point.
Mason’s nostrils flared, his eyes becoming sharp and golden. Derek could still remember those eyes from the last time they had been together.
Mason grabbed his dick, poured pretty much the rest of the bottle into his hand, and covered his cock with it, biting his lip as he did, and
Derek gasped and lifted his hips as much as he was able to allow those wicked fingers a chance to really move.
Mason’s eyes were no less wolfish as he watched Derek. They watched each other, really.
“I’m gonna put my heavy dick in your ass, and I’m gonna fuck it until you pass out.”
Just like the last time, Derek realized, and he shivered with
anticipation.
“Oh, yes, Daddy,” Derek moaned.
Mason’s eyes quirked a little, but that was probably because he’d never heard Derek say that before.
Well, he was going to get used to it.
Derek shimmied out of the jeans and tossed them someplace where they wouldn’t get ruined. It was bad enough that he was going to have to find another black Spider-Man T-shirt for Tristan. He didn’t want to be ruining the jeans he’d borrowed from Corey.
Mason didn’t undress. He grabbed Derek by the hips and pulled
54 Marcy Jacks
him up, positioning him on his hands and knees. Derek was a mess of excitement. This was happening. This was finally happening.
He heard the zipper come down roughly from Mason’s jeans, but then he stalled with his hands on Derek’s hips.
Derek looked behind him to the utter despair on Mason’s face.
“What is it?” he asked, hardly able to contain his impatience.
Mason shook his head a little. “We don’t have any lube.”
Derek’s eyes widened. Christ, he’d forgotten about that too. It wasn’t like he came to this pack prepared for sex.
He got to his feet and rushed bare assed to the bathroom.
“Derek―”
“Stay right there, I’ll be back,” Derek said. There was no way he was putting this off. No way in hell.
He looked in the medicine cabinet and found something that could be useful. Hand lotion for dry skin. It would have to do, and Derek was going to make sure it worked.
He went back into the kitchen with the small bottle in hand and a
grin on his face.
Mason returned it at the sight of him. “What do you have there?”
“Something to ease the way. Here,” Derek said, tossing the bottle at him. He couldn’t help but notice his cock when Mason caught the bottle. It was thick and heavy. He nearly winced at the color. Poor guy had some serious blue balls there.
Mason grinned at him just as Derek got down on his knees and kissed him. “This should work,” he said.
Derek happily got back into position. Mason opened the cap and squeezed the white contents into his hand. Derek felt the intrusion of a wet and slick finger against his pucker. The lotion was cold. It had been a while since he’d done this, but he was no less eager, and he
pushed back against the intruding digit.
Yeah, this should definitely work.
Mason moaned, likely at the sight of watching his finger disappear
in Derek’s asshole.
Mason Returns to His Mate 55
When Derek began humping back against the finger, Mason
added another.
Derek closed his eyes and moaned a little. It felt good. Those fingers were just what he needed right now. Thank God that bottle had been handy.
Then Mason added a third, and for a second the pleasure was offset by a sharp, burning pain. Derek clenched up and held still for a minute, adjusting himself.
“You all right?” Mason asked. “Is it not working?”
Derek blew out a breath and shook the hair out of his eyes as he looked behind himself. He smiled at Mason. The pain was manageable. He would be fine.
“Great. I’m ready now,” Derek said, spreading his legs wider to emphasize that point.
Mason’s nostrils flared, his eyes becoming sharp and golden. Derek could still remember those eyes from the last time they had been together.
Mason grabbed his dick, poured pretty much the rest of the bottle into his hand, and covered his cock with it, biting his lip as he did, and
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