Their Secret: An MMF Secret Baby Romance Page 5

  There’s a long pause between us as we look at one another in a strange stare down. A shiver runs down my spine. Mason has always been so alpha, his jaw tense as his stare grows more intense. There’s no other word for it, he’s … sexy.

  Fuck. Am I really thinking these thoughts?

  But it’s true. I wonder what his chest looks like beneath that button-down shirt, and without even thinking about what I’m doing, my eyes drop to his pants, wondering how big his cock is.

  What the fuck is going on?

  I’ve never been attracted to men. Ever. And I’ve known Mason for a long time. These types of thoughts have never come to mind before, but now, I can’t deny that I’m curious about what it would feel like to explore them.

  What the hell is going on? Why does my chest feel tight, like there’s barely enough air in the hotel bar?

  But even more strangely, Mason is looking as if he is thinking the same thing. His ocean-blue eyes are gleaming and he doesn’t take his eyes away from mine as the tip of his tongue moves slowly across his lips.

  Holy shit.

  “Come up to my room. I want to show you something,” Mason finally breaks the silence with a deep drawl.

  Hotel room?

  Please, motherfucker. I know all the tricks.

  And if I’m not hallucinating, then Mason means to ….?

  But before I can think twice, my mouth opens.

  “Yeah, sounds good.”

  Holy shit.

  My mind isn’t functioning properly, because I know what he’s asking. And shamefully, I want it.

  So moving like two lions, we stride to the elevator. The ride to his room is tense – the air filled with a heavy fog of anticipation. Neither of us speak as we move through the boutique hotel swiftly.

  “What do you have to show me?” I growl, watching Mason lock the room door as we pass into the foyer of his massive suite.

  And the big man eases into it slowly.

  “Why’d you come up here, Gray?” he asks casually.

  Oh shit.

  Are we going to talk about stuff?

  No, I hate talking about feelings and shit.

  But it’s rude not to answer, the air in the room vibrating with energy.

  “Because you asked me to,” comes my low rumble. My answer is only half true and I know it.

  But suddenly, Mason’s in my face, that big form looming. The strong, sweet smell of male cologne hits my nostrils, alluring and musky.

  “I know what you want.” His lips are so close to mine, I can feel his breath on my face and smell the minty flavor of his tongue.

  And with that, his hand drops to my crotch, one strong hand gripping my erection through my pants. Instinctively, my hand shoots up, pressing against his chest as I debate pushing him off.

  But Mason’s too fast.

  “Why is your cock hard from talking to me?” the alpha growls in my ear.

  A lie springs to my lips.

  “I was thinking about fucking Mona.”

  The blonde man’s not perturbed at all. Instead, his smile grows wider.

  “Yeah?” He squeezes my cock before continuing, “What do you want her to do to you?”

  Oh shit, that feels so good.

  “Suck me off,” is my hoarse whisper. “Taste my dick.”

  But am I talking about Mona or Mason? Because everything’s mixed up now. And when Mason’s hand reaches to the back of my neck, I know that he knows my true meaning.

  “Let me,” Mason growls, reaching for my zipper. I step back, putting some space between us.

  But then doubts enter my mind.

  “I’m not gay.” I shake my head emphatically. But as much as I want to push Mason completely away, I can’t. He’s too gorgeous. Too compelling. Too male.

  But Mason’s not put off at all, and as he steps closer again, I don’t move back.

  “Neither am I,” comes that soft chuckle. “But I want you, and I think you want me too.” His hand drops back to my manhood, and this time I don’t move when he reaches for my zipper.

  “Oh yeah,” the blonde man rasps, pulling my face to his. “Don’t fight it, big boy. Just roll.”

  His tongue is strong, and our mouths tangle with desire, fierce, powerful, like two lions coming together.

  But I need to command.

  “Suck me off,” is my harsh order, pulling away from the other male and staring him down with narrowed eyes. “Do it.”

  Because Mason may be alpha, but he’s sure as hell not going to dominate me.

  And the blonde man’s not turned off at all.

  “That’s what you want?” he smirks, hands unbuckling my pants while staring into my eyes.

  “That’s exactly what I want,” is my harsh rasp. “Do it.”

  But Mason takes his time.

  “I’ve wanted to do this since college,” is what he says while dropping to his knees. And before I can process the words, he’s freed my member, the delicious warmth of that male mouth surrounding my tip as his tongue strokes over the head of my cock.

  “You’re already ready to come for me,” the man smirks, shaking his head and glancing up with a smug look before stretching his jaws and taking my ten inches to the back of his throat.

  Aw shit.

  Girls can’t do this.

  But a man? A fully developed alpha male?

  That’s another story.

  “Fuck!” I grunt.

  His mouth is strong, and when he sucks me, it’s aggressive like a vacuum. Holy shit, it feels good! Pleasure races down my spine and I shudder, pushing a rough hand into Mason’s hair and pulling at his scalp hard enough to make him groan on my cock.

  “Don’t come yet,” he grunts, pulling away and moving his hand to cup my balls before pressing his fingertips together to massage the sensitive skin.

  “Suck,” I command harshly, wanting more of that delicious ecstasy that only Mason’s mouth can bring.

  The big man doesn’t say a word. How can he with a mouth full of my stiff cock? Looking down, watching this alpha male on his knees, I can’t remember the last time I was so turned on. His mouth is stretched as he bobs up and down, shoving my throbbing length to his tonsils with a sloppy grace that makes me weak in the knees. The sensation of saliva dripping down my shaft is almost as sexy as the feel of his tongue sliding along the thick vein.

  With my hand gripping his hair, I shove my hips forward, body chasing a powerful release as the deep vibrations in my stomach grow rapidly.

  “Look at me,” I growl, tugging at his hair. Mason’s eyes shoot to mine, gleaming with amusement. He’s loving this.

  “I’m gonna fuck you after I finish.” I grunt, gripping his head with my other hand, trapping my cock in his mouth.

  There’s nowhere he can go, and rhythmically, I fuck his mouth as slobber falls from the corner of his lips, groans emanating from the back of his throat each time my cock hits his tonsils.

  With his free hand, Mason unbuckles his pants, stroking himself as he sucks me off. Fuck, this is sexy. His cock is shorter than mine, but thicker, and knowing that he’s getting off too sends my pleasure to new and dizzying heights.

  “I’m fucking you tonight, Mason,” I growl again possessively, and he nods his head, looking up at me with watery eyes as his gag reflex threatens to send him choking.

  “Suck it ‘til I come,” I bite out the words, the need for release climbing through my chest.

  And suddenly, we’re there.

  “Oh yeah! Right there! Shit!” is my belligerent yell.

  Mason is suctioning his jaws tightly, and my hips begin to slam forward hard and fast, the groans becoming loud and uncontrollable.

  “I’m about to come, Mason,” is the warning, trying to pull his head from my cock. But the blonde man has something else in mind. His hands grip the cheeks of my ass, pulling me towards him as he takes my cock fast and hard.

  “Oh, shit!” I grunt. “Shit shit shit!”

  Because yeah, Mason’s do
ne it. His index is suddenly deep in my anus, pushing around in that puckered hole. And like a pro, the man curls his finger, tickling my prostate, and I groan as my orgasm rips through my body.

  “Ahhh! Fuck!” is my grunt as the largest climax I’ve ever had pours out of me. A geyser erupts from my dicktip, shooting down Mason’s throat.

  But I don’t want him to swallow it quite yet. Naw, we’ve got plans for that.

  So as the seed fills his mouth, I pull out and put one big hand around his neck, tightening my grip.

  “Give it to me,” is my harsh command. “Spit.”

  There’s disappointment in his eyes for sure. But Mason knows who’s in charge, and obediently, he hocks a huge glob of cum into my palm. Aw fuck yeah. It’s sticky, goopy, and hot, tacky to the touch. So fucking disgusting yet arousing at once.

  And suddenly, my big body swings into motion. I push Mason down on the hotel floor, practically assaulting the guy.

  Well, as much as one six four motherfucker can assault another.

  And before he can catch his breath, it’s done. I’ve spread that seed all over his asshole, getting him nice and wet.

  “Oh fuck,” he moans in anticipation, cheek pressed to the floor. Oh yeah, my buddy knows what’s coming. “Fuuuck,” he rasps again.

  Because I’ve done the big one. Rearing up over the blonde’s prone form, I tickle my glans against that puckered hole before pushing in on a swift slide.

  “Unnnnh!” he screams, voice muffled by the carpet. “Unnh!”

  Because it feels good for sure. Those big hands grip and claw uselessly at the rug as his butt soaks me up good, accepting my length.

  And slowly, I pump him hard, feeling that male ass bucking against my shaft as he thrusts back with vigorous strength. Fucking Mason is like riding a strong bull, a totally different experience than being with a woman.

  But it’s amazing.

  Mind-blowingly sexy.

  And I go with it.

  “This is what you wanted?” comes my harsh pant, shoving my member deep inside until our balls slap. “Is this it?”

  He nods, eyes squeezed shut still.

  “Oh yeah,” is that heaving pant. “Fuck me harder big boy. Use that anus.”

  And I do. Reaching for a handful of his hair, I tug the short blonde locks with one hand, using the other to grip his shoulder to pull him fully onto my length as I slam forwards.

  “Hell yeah,” is my ecstatic grunt. “Fuck fuck fuck.”

  Because this is insane. I’m an alpha male. I’ve never even dreamed about fucking a man before, much less actually doing it in real life.

  But right now, the experience is insane. Male ass is as tight as female, but like fighting a tiger instead of plunging into deep, sweet warmth.

  And shit. It’s good.

  As Mason moans ecstatically, still pinned to the floor, I snake my hand around his torso to grab that cock.

  Shit, he’s hard. More than hard, rock solid like a rhino ready to come. I fist it tight, squeezing along that rigid shaft.

  “Let go,” is my raspy growl in his ear, even as my cock pummels his butt. “Let go.”

  And my man is on it.

  “I’ll come whenever you want,” he growls over his shoulder, looking back at me with needy eyes. “Just say the word.”

  Fuck yeah. Because it’s shocking how quickly this has happened, but I’m loving every single second. I love having this power over Mason, making him my little slut. The very thought is enough to make my cock stiffen inside Mason’s ass until I feel that I’m ready to burst once again.

  “Whenever you say,” he moans again, shoving his ass out for better penetration. “Ohhh yeah.”

  Reaching my hands beneath his chest, I wrap both fists around shoulders, gripping tightly so I can hump like a dog, pumping into his ass in stiff hard strokes as we groan in unison, both racing toward an explosion.

  “Now,” comes the harsh command. “NOW.”

  And with the word, my body explodes from within, baby batter shooting into the blonde man’s ass. The sticky goop electrifies Mason, his eyes going wide with shock and pleasure.

  And then he lets go too. Mason pumps thick hot semen all over the floor, a giant puddle seeping into the plush carpet.

  Aw fuck, aw fuck.

  “Unnnnh!” the blonde man cries, jerking and twitching in my arms, his dick shooting blast after blast. “Unnnh!”

  But I want more. Cupping my hand around those tight, raised balls, I squeeze hard, once.

  Mason’s eyes practically bug out of his head.

  “Unnnh!” he screams, big chest tight. “Unnnh!”

  But it works because a powerful rush of semen jets from his dicktip, spraying clear across the room to splatter against the door.

  Holy shit.

  Did this really happen?

  Did I just empty myself into a man’s ass, as he came simultaneously on the floor?

  But it happened, alright. There’s a giant pool of cum on the floor, and as I ease out of his ass, more semen gushes from that male anus.

  Holy fuck, it’s a sight to see. The brown hole’s inflamed and red, throbbing sorely as white pours out.

  But Mason likes it.

  “Jesus, that was amazing,” he pants, rolling onto his back limply. The alpha doesn’t seem to care that there’s a giant pool of jism at his elbow, sticky and white.

  I move off, going to sit on the bed. Holy fuck. My chest is heaving, sweat beads rolling down my forehead. I can’t believe what I’ve just done. And yet it was so good.

  But my eyes seize his again, blue clashing with blue.

  “I didn’t know you were…” is the unfinished sentence, not sure how to voice my feelings.

  But Mason knows.

  “I’ve been bisexual since college,” he says smoothly, levering that big form onto one elbow. “I’ve always liked men.”

  This time, it’s my eyes that bug out, and I stare at him disbelievingly.

  “Really?” comes my rasp. “You’ve always been…I don’t know, so masculine. I can’t imagine you swinging both ways.”

  But Mason shrugs, even as his eyes meet mine.

  “I guess we all have our secret desires,” Mason glances up. The look is casual, but there’s power in that gaze. Oh yeah. The words he’s spoken are like the keys to Pandora’s box. They open a world of possibility and potential, the exploration of a new frontier.

  And slowly, I begin to walk that path.

  “I wanna fuck you again,” is my low rasp, feeling the blood rushing back to my cock. “That was insane.”

  Mason smirks knowingly.

  “Of course you do,” he rasps low in his throat. And then in one smooth move, the man’s up, coming to stand before me, cock right at eye level.

  Because shit, he’s hard again.

  Already?

  It’s only been two minutes. But sure enough, that stick is poking right at my face, beckoning like a stiff wand.

  “I tasted you,” he rasps. “Now you taste me.”

  And without any hesitation whatsoever, my mouth opens, lips circling his glans.

  Oh fuck! What the hell is going on?

  I’m sucking another man’s dick?

  How the hell is this possible?

  But it’s happening, alright. And Mason tastes delicious, his length musky yet sweet, pushing insistently at my palate. With a slow moan, I open my throat and that ten inch monster slides in swiftly until my nose is buried in those pubes.

  Fuck yes.

  This is the life.

  Mason smells wonderful, a masculine musty scent assaulting my nostrils as his dick twitches in my throat.

  And then things get even crazier.

  Because an image of Mona enters my brain. Yeah, as I’m sucking another man’s dick, a picture of the sweet brunette dances before my mind’s eye, those beautiful curves on display.

  What the hell?

  Why now?

  But it only makes the experience even better.
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br />   And gulping hard, I moan with Mason’s dick down my throat and Mona’s soft curves on my mind. My cock rises on its own, heavy and throbbing, the insistent curve like a hammer ready to pummel.

  Because this is how I want it.

  Mona and Mason together, doing the dirty as the three of us get down.

  It’s wrong. It’s crossing so many boundaries at once. Stepdad / stepdaughter. Therapist / patient. May / December. Two men / one woman.

  And yet, I can’t help what I want. God save me … because I’m gonna burn in hell alive.

  Chapter 6

  Mason

  Gray sits across from me, a handsome motherfucker in a perfectly cut suit. The sight’s arousing because he looks like a model, yet acts like beast in the bedroom.

  Hell yeah.

  Plus, things have gotten down multiple times since that first night together. Because at first, I feared it was just a one night stand. After all, what else was possible? The man’s never had a gay relationship, or even had bisexual thoughts before.

  But I guess the billionaire’s open minded. Because Gray wanted more just like I did, and we’ve been meeting up in secret over the past week.

  Yeah.

  The two of us, doing the dirty.

  Me sucking him dry.

  Him milking my balls.

  Me inching my length into that tiny anus, watching a six four alpha take dick for the first time. Because before me, Gray had a virgin ass. I guess not even his female partners were into that kind of play. But no worries. I like knowing that no one has had him before, that his anus is curved to the shape of my shaft now.

  And Gray’s got me in his grip too. I’m living a fever dream, thinking about him all the time. The minutes slow to a standstill when we’re not together, and I inevitably start counting the seconds until we can sneak off for another fuck.

  Of course, in person Gray is so much more than a piece of man meat. The dark man’s tortured and I can see it in his eyes. He feels guilty about the ethical issues of sleeping with his shrink, but there’s no way I’m giving that ass up now. No way, no how. I’d quit my practice before I’d give up fucking him.

  Because there are no regrets whatsoever. Not at all. Who gives a shit about ethics when you’re pounding someone as hot as Gray?

  And as if on cue, the office door swings open and Mona sways in wearing a short dress that showcases her big breasts. My cock rises rapidly as she slides into her seat, the door swinging shut behind her.