John gave him his number, and he saved his contact name as "JD".
“Give me your phone,” he ordered. John gave him a reserved look, grabbed his backpack that was by the bed and unlocked his phone, tossing the hunk of metal at him.
John had his number, but no contact name associated with it. Wyatt saved his name as Sally with the cowboy emoji.
When he tossed back the phone, John frowned at the name.
“Mustang Sally. You said you like the blues.”
“That I did,” John drawled, impressed.
“So how about that ride?” Wyatt murmured.
“I’ve gotta be at work in a couple of hours. Don’t you need to go home?”
“Do you?”
John shook his head, “I always pack an extra pair of scrubs just in case I work a double.”
“Good habit, I’m stealing that.” Wyatt glanced at him, waiting. “So?”
John flushed, “Christ, I don’t know if I can…”
“I was talking about me,” Wyatt breathed, sliding his fingers over his pants. “I wanna feel you today, even if I can’t touch you.”
John sucked in a harsh breath, his voice raspy as he said, “Come here.”
Wyatt shook his head. “I think I wanna do it—right here,” he said, indicating the perfect armless, cushioned seat. Perfect for riding.
John got out of bed, his body relaxed and rested after a night of brutal releases. His shoulder was level with the other one, and his walk was tight. Wyatt smirked, licking his lower lip as John stood before him, naked, his cock already in the early stages of erection.
Dear God, this man was sexy with his tousled bed hair, sexy half-smile, and the crinkles around his eyes. Wyatt quickly took a seat on the chair, grabbing Donnelly by the waist and taking him eagerly into his mouth again, tasting precum on his tongue and lapping it up. John sighed, raking his fingers through his hair, guiding him up and over his erection. Wyatt intentionally gagged and coated John’s dick with his saliva before drawing away and putting John in the seat.
John watched him with a hungry gaze as he stripped out of his boxers and black T-shirt, dick hardening under his gaze. His heart skipped and he tried hard to ignore it as he straddled him, feeling his naked legs brush against John’s thighs, his butt cradled in his lap. Wyatt was more muscular than John, but John was strong and took his weight easily, shifting under him. Wyatt leaned forward and kissed him.
John let out another soft moan into his mouth, sucking his tongue into his wet heat. Their kiss went on and on, leaving both leaking and gloriously hard. John pulled back and pushed his fingers into Wyatt’s mouth, wetting them. Excitement spilled into his veins as Wyatt watched Dr. Donnelly take charge—his captain—his new lover.
John reached behind him, slipping those wet fingers over his hole, causing Wyatt to shudder and arch his hips in greeting.
“I’ve…got a confession,” John murmured.
Wyatt grated his teeth over his beard, “I’m listening.”
“I’ve never actually done this.”
He pulled back, surprised. “Done—what?”
“Been with a man,” John rushed out, cringing.
Wyatt leaned back, eyes widening, searching for the truth.
“That night we hooked up was my first time,” John confessed, surprising the hell out of him.
“Are you serious?”
“Very.”
Astounded, he glared at him. “Why didn’t you tell me?”
