They stayed until almost midnight.
I sat on the couch with Mason’s hand under the pillow the entire time, his fingers sliding back into me whenever the conversation got loud enough to cover the wet sound. By the time his friends finally left, my shorts were ruined, the cushion under me was damp, and I’d come twice more without making a noise. Tyler clapped Mason on the shoulder at the door.
“Four days left, man. Don’t choke.”
Mason smiled. “I won’t.”
The second the door shut he grabbed my wrist and hauled me upstairs. His room. Door locked. He didn’t bother with the light switch. Streetlight through the blinds was enough.
“Knees. Now. You’ve been sitting there lying to them with my c*m leaking out of you for hours. Open your mouth and fix it.”
I dropped. He shoved his sweats down. Hi
