Thank fuck!
Relief swelled inside him as something broke and ignited in the space between them, and without another word, they collided like a storm at sea, crashing and fighting together. John pushed him against the door and Wyatt went willingly, their kisses assaulting and powerful. He moaned in the back of his throat as John pinned him with his hands and hips, grinding into him and sending flashing hot sparks down his back to the tips of his toes.
John’s hand reached between them, stroking him roughly over the denim of his jeans and causing Wyatt to buck against his hand.
They shouldn’t be doing this here. Not with John’s entire family a room away.
“John…” Wyatt groaned between his fiery kisses.
John’s touches grew more frantic, more powerful. “You’re gonna stay here. You’re gonna have Thanksgiving with my family. I want them to meet you. And then, you’re going to move in with me…”
Wyatt gasped, tilting his head back, shaking. His words struck at his heart like an arrow, slicing away all the final barriers he had attempted to erect against this man in the last week.
“But first,” John pressed, drawing his lower lip into his mouth. “You’re gonnacum for me.”
Wyatt gaped, mouth unhinging as John ruthlessly stroked him over his jeans, his other hand pinning him to the door roughly.
“I have to apologize, baby,” John said in the sexiest stern-daddy-doctor tone that sent electrical currents through his entire being. “And the only way for me to do that is to ruin you the way you ruined me.”
He suppressed the urge to moan loudly, John’s touch unraveling him as he unbuckled his belt, and shoved his hand into his jeans and beneath his briefs, fisting his cock. Wyatt’s head thumped back against the wood of the door and he surrendered instantly to him. John growled, watching his body give into his touch, one muscle at a time.
“Good boy,” John murmured.
“Ah, fuck,” he cursed in a smothered gasp between his lips, precum leaking down his shaft.
John hummed approvingly, dipping his face against the side of his neck now, his beard scratching his neck beneath his collar as he began to kiss and suck, hard. Wyatt jerked against him, not wanting to sport a fresh hickey if he was about to have Thanksgiving with John’s family.
“John…” Wyatt protested weakly, hands digging into his shoulder and hips bucking against his unrelenting fist.
John grazed his teeth over his neck, unfazed.
“Don’t fuckin’ give me a hickey,” he whined, sounding pathetic even to his own ears. And on any other occasion, he would love to be marked by John.
John ignored him, ruthlessly sucking on his neck and pressing the pad of his thumb into the tip of his cock, smearing the precum over his fat tip. He released a strained breath, legs tensing.
“I like you like this,” John husked gravelly. “I never thought I would like taking so much…”
John pressed his body against him now, humping into his side and letting Wyatt feel the bulge of his own erection. Blinding desire gripped him as he reached for John, kissing him brutally hard. They humped and ground themselves against the door, kissing frantically, knowing time was short.
Wyatt was close, the orgasm overwhelming him.
John sensed it, pumping him, pushing him to the edge. “That’s it, baby…” he said in a thready, sexy voice, ravishing his neck some more and sucking the same spot.
Wyatt’s cock twitched, “Please…”
“Please, what?” John breathed.
Oh god.
Wyatt nearly came right then and there, but he wanted to see John’s face when he said it. “Please, daddy…” he panted out, thrusting into John’s hand, letting him feel his cock throb at the word and how it affected him, too.
John’s deep, lustful groan echoed low from his chest, “Fuuuck.”
His eyes were nearly black as he reached for Wyatt’s throat and gripped.
Wyatt’s eyes rolled back, “Yes… daddy.”
John let out another weak, needy sound.
