WINGS

CHAPTER EIGHT

Mason recalled the countless times he had dreamt of a man, making erogenous love to him. And now it was finally about to happen. The small panic in his breathing was unstoppable, and so was the adrenal rush of blood flooding him erect. He watched Brent sit back on his legs. Held with one hand, he ripped open a package with his bare teeth. Mason reached up and stopped him. "No. I want to feel only you inside me."

Brent's chest rose in a carnal breath, acknowledging Mason's trust bestowed to him. 

Mason nodded, looking deep into Brent's eyes. 

"For the record, you have nothing to worry about," he reassured him.

"I trust you, Brent," answered Mason in a slow breath, surrendering up a kiss.

It was one thing to desire a man, but to feel the rigid flesh nesting tenderly at its aim, had only heightened Mason's eager temptation to fill that begging need inside him. And though he'd been uncertain, scared even, of many things up to now, Mason knew in his heart he wanted Brent to be his first. It was the one thing he was sure of above anything else. 

Mason breathed out and went flush in his cheeks. His eyes squeezed closed, convincing himself that the sensitive sting of ungodly pressure penetrating him was normal. Once Brent got past the sensitive barrier, Mason was pleased to see Brent's unruly gratifying expression. He bit back the pleasurable torment as Brent distracted him with a long and deep held kiss. The savory taste and distinct essence of this man were fast becoming infectious. 

"Hi," said Brent, huskily, giving Mason time to adjust to his swollen flesh.

"Hi," came the light but frightened smile, his hands grasping at the back of Brent's flexed biceps.

"Doing okay?" His smile floated away as if Brent really needed to ask that question.  Brent chuckled. "Just need to know I'm not hurting you."

Mason's heart was hammering, his wanton hips reacting to Brent deep inside him. "Feels so good," he writhed in a moan. His pain had subsided, and the want for more, the need for more, was pulling at him like a starved hunger.

Brent nodded at the insatiable look up at him. "Yeah? Feel good baby?" He kissed him again, tongue first to quench his own need to taste him.

When Brent released him, Mason's eyes fell to the thick vein in Brent's neck. It pulsed thickly each time he edgily clenched his hold, forcing the soldier's heated flesh to throb. This time, Brent growled biting his bottom lip. Mason licked his lips in a panting breath, indulging in that feeling that tickled his belly. But it was the sight of Brent's smoldering gaze, that had Mason instinctively wrapping his legs around the man's widespread thighs. Inviting Brent to take of him in whatever way he pleased. "Oh, oh, oh," Mason cried as his lips were drawn to part at Brent's gaining momentum. He couldn't believe how turned on he was by the amazing and beautifully sculpted body mounting him like a possessive beast.

"Oh, fuck, baby," he said smothering Mason in a quick kiss, "You're so..." Brent was driven at this point by his ferocious need and grunted, finding himself having to shake away the urge to come. He grinned at Mason's curious eyes who was probably wondering what the hell he was doing, and leaned down, kissing him vigorously hard to dissolve the questioning expression. So, delicate, so—wonderfully pure, came the binding thoughts as his ego flared with a feral need, exploiting the salacious tightness wrapped around him. Inwardly, Brent was battling his ego sadistic urges attempting to surface. The sexual instinct to plow hard into Mason, who he knew, wouldn't be able to handle him at full strength. As it was, Mason looked like he wouldn't be able to handle much more, even though Brent had the stamina like a prized bull to go on all night. He immediately slowed his pace, recapturing the pair of pouty lips, and began once again to build his motion. He was harder than he'd ever been, stemming longer strokes this time, providing immeasurable pleasure to both of them. "