Wyatt whimpered.
“You like eating my ass?”
He whimpered again, shaking against him.
“Fuck yes,” John moaned. “Give me that fucking tongue.”
Wyatt lapped greedily until John’s tip was smearing all over himself and he finally couldn’t stand it anymore and yanked Wyatt off him. He fell back in a whoosh of breath and let out a stream of curses, grabbing his dick over his jeans, painfully aroused.
“Come here,” John commanded, and Wyatt did. “Take off your jeans.”
Wyatt nearly stumbled trying to get them off so quickly, and John could’ve laughed at how adorable he was, but he kept his expression composed, not wanting to break the spell of authority that Wyatt clearly had a raging hard on for. When his dick popped free from the confines of his briefs, he was brutally hard, precum wet against his tip.
John reached for him, moving his hands over his muscled chest and down the sloping V of his hips, to the apex of his cowboy’s glorious dick. It was his turn to suck.
He dropped to his knees and Wyatt let out a surprised, breathy moan, followed by a stream of curses as John opened his mouth over him and drew in the thick, straining cock.
He tasted the salt, smelled the musk of his sex, and his cock twitched eagerly as he began to suck up and down the shaft. The feeling of Wyatt moving in and out of his mouth was intoxicating and addicting, and he loved the feel of the thick flesh that filled him, sliding over his lips, nearing his throat.
“John…” Wyatt whispered hoarsely. “I—fuck…!”
John gagged on his dick, throat closing over him, making him shudder and blindly grab him with both hands around his head, fucking his mouth.
“Fuck, daddy,” he moaned arching backward, quickly spearing in and out, humping and moving down his throat and mouth as if he were fucking him, and John was so hard he couldn’t think, only feel.
But he didn’t want Wyatt to climax like this. He wanted to feel him shudder and break beneath him. John pulled back, ruthlessly tonguing his tip and causing Wyatt to buck before he slid off him.
“Get on the bed,” John grated out, his throat raw from the intrusive feel of Wyatt’s sex.
Wyatt climbed quickly into bed, practically stumbling, his stomach heaving with breath and cock deliciously full, hair tossed and lips parted in want. He, in this very moment, wanted to imprint this image of Wyatt in his mind forever and draw it out as long as he could.
“Touch yourself,” he growled.
Wyatt slowly traced his hand over the flat planes of his stomach and down to the apex of his masculinity, grasping it and tugging it upward.
“You’re beautiful,” John rasped.
Wyatt trembled, stroking himself, and John, unable to resist the visual temptation, took his own meaty cock in his hand, fisting over himself. Their eyes locked and held.
It was incredible.
Hewas incredible.
Breathtaking.
“Fuck,” John sighed. “Beautiful and mine. Aren’t you, baby?”
Wyatt swallowed, his throat bobbing, as he pulled his cock root to stem. “Yes, yes.” He arched upward, already writhing on the bed.
He slinked onto the bed, crawling over Wyatt’s body, ravenous for him in ways he didn’t understand and never knew he could be for a person. And yet he was. He wanted to be engulfed, consumed, and completely vanish into him.
With a roughness he didn’t anticipate from himself, John gripped Wyatt’s thighs and up over his hips, digging his fingers into him, marveling at his big dick and hard body.
“God, I want you,” he murmured, releasing him to reach for the lube on his nightstand and slickening it over the tips of his fingers before moving back beneath Wyatt, tilting his hips to give him access and feeling his tight entrance.
Wyatt cursed, gasping and vibrating against him as he slicked his rim, fingering him.
“So tight for me,” he whispered.
