“Fuck, Lawson,” Donnelly whimpered.
His gasping moans were a symphony to his ears as he greedily consumed him, pushing past his own gag reflex to take his thickening erection into his throat, burying his nose into the hair of his pelvis, throat muscles contracting around his cock, inhaling his musky scent and fucking loving it.
He loved his smell. His taste. His moans. It was alluring and intoxicating. Addictive.
“Shit…” Donnelly’s hands were in his hair, raking his scalp, slowly rocking his hips, his cock sliding in and out between his lips. Wyatt’s dick grew painfully hard, letting Donnelly use his mouth like this. His personal, free-use cowboy. Here to suck his cock and clear his mind of thought. And holy hell, was that thought tantalizing.
Shaking with need, Wyatt reached for Donnelly’s perfect globe ass cheeks, palming and squeezing appreciatively before pushing him deeper into his mouth.
Donnelly sucked in a breath, hips jerking against him. “Oh… fuck… I’m going to…”
Dear Christ, the groaning sounds of his pleasure were too much. Wyatt doubled down on his efforts, stroking, tonguing, and sucking so hard he stopped breathing. He felt the stiffening tension of the thick, veined cock in his mouth, pushing him deeper down his throat and needing him to come.
And Donnelly did, trembling and moaning and chanting his name like the sexiest, most dire and sinful prayer ever spoken aloud.
Donnelly’s cock spurted against his tongue, stretching further down his throat, and Wyatt swallowed several times to take it all, greedily milking every drop from his captain. Donnelly's climax tasted salty and male, and fuck, he wanted more. So much more. Adrenaline, coated in gasoline, coursed through his entire body.
Wyatt loved sucking cock. It was kind of his thing. So, the fact that he enjoyed the taste of Donnelly and the sensation of his thick cock filling his mouth elated him. Because that meant he enjoyed this as much as Donnelly clearly did. Andhe planned on sucking this man’s cock any chance he could fucking get because hearing him unravel, unglue, unhinge was the most exhilarating part of it all.
Donnelly stared dazedly down at him, panting. Wyatt got to his feet, touching his body along the way, unable to stop. And Donnelly, in his drunken orgasmic haze, wasn’t resisting him. Wyatt kissed him roughly before pushing him back into the bed, licking the tips of his fingers with his saliva and Donnelly’s cum, and reaching between his own legs, stroking his throbbing sex.
Donnelly let out a strangled breath, gaze traveling over the tight contours of Wyatt’s body, moving from his face to his lips, down his chest, and finally to his throbbing cock, fisted in his palm. His pulse skipped, the gasoline lit by the glint in Donnelly’s gaze, as though he were a marvel. A god. A king.
Goddamn this man.
Wyatt’s cock shuddered in his hand, and he stood over Donnelly’s naked, spent body.
“Can I cum on you?” Wyatt asked, his cock demanding release and knowing that Donnelly would not be able to take another rough pounding after everything that he just endured less than twenty minutes ago, as well as the emotional crash out that followed.
Wyatt couldn’t do that to him.
He wouldn’t.
So, he’d settle for making a delicious mess all over this man’s large, brawny body that was covered in hair and taut meat.
Donnelly nodded, and Wyatt fisted his hand over his cock, dragging down smeared precum over his shaft to the base, stroking into a hard line and repeating it. It wasn’t as good as the sensation of breaching Donnelly’s tight ass as he had done earlier, but it was still incredibly sexy getting to do this under his salacious, heady gaze.
“You like what you see?” Wyatt drawled darkly.
Donnelly let out a needy sigh, “Yes. You’re beautiful, Lawson.”
He shuddered, feeling the tingling around his balls as they tightened against him, ready to unleash. It felt so damned good. This was all too good, and it was terrifying.
Donnelly didn’t want more than just sex.
But Wyatt did. He wanted everything. He wanted all.
He slowed his pace as much as he could, despite the tightness in his belly, demanding release. “I want more than tonight.”
Donnelly’s eyes shot to his and held.
“I need to feel that tight ass of yours again,” Wyatt murmured. “I wanna gag on that cock of yours until you come down my throat again. I want more. I fucking need more.”
Donnelly cursed, breathing hard, jaw clenching.
“Say yes,” Wyatt commanded, stroking himself out, barely hanging on to his sanity, needing Donnelly to stop denying the sparks that were ricocheting off them.
Donnelly’s tongue slipped out of his parted lips. Panting, he gave a slight jerk of his head, indicating yes.
