John tilted his head to the side, eyebrows raising. “I’m telling you now.”
Wyatt resisted the urge to sigh out his frustration and nodded patiently instead. “You still wanna do this?”
“Jesus fuck, yes.”
Relief eased the tension in Wyatt’s body as John bit sexily on his lower lip, slipping his finger inside him, and then another. Wyatt’s entire being lit up in flames, slowly sinking himself deeper into his hand, riding him.
“Fuck, Lawson…” John marveled, his eyes cutting across his body, clearly turned on by the display on his lap. Wyatt’s blood thickened, and so did his cock.
John slowly withdrew and took his cheeks in hand, guiding himself over his entrance. John’s dick pushed through the outer ring and into him, edging in achingly slow, which Wyatt appreciated. John’s cock was a bit of a sledgehammer, and it had been a while since he’d done this. Wyatt clenched his jaw and lowered himself onto the impossibly hard cock, feeling his body meld and mold around him.
John’s head tilted back, panting. “You feel incredible.”
Wyatt leaned down and kissed him, feeling the scrape of soft beard and lips, and without waiting any longer, dropped himself into his lap, becoming fully speared by him. Both men groaned and cursed.
Wyatt lifted himself up and down, John moving in slow tandem rhythm with him. His legs didn’t feel the strain of the position; in fact, it reminded him of horse riding, and it felt natural. Everything with John felt natural—easy.
Stop, Wyatt.
Don’t think like that.
Not now.
Wyatt dropped down again, fully seating himself and shivering, his cock leaking messily between them, his heart hammering wildly in his chest. His feet pushed off the ground and he lifted, ass cheeks clenching, sucking him further in as he moved upward.
“Fuck,” John muttered. “You’re doing so good, Lawson,” he said with a hint of his Donnelly tone, causing Wyatt to fling his gaze onto his, see the glint of praise and… need. “I need you to pick up the pace.”
He gasped, pulse stuttering, and did as demanded. John’s hands went to his ass and they both rocked against one another. John shivered, groaning, “That’s it… just like that, Lawson. Keep going…”
Wyatt fucked himself on John’s dick, his own cock aching and throbbing, and yet, it didn’t matter that John wasn’t touching him; he was already so close and started thrusting down on him harder and harder.
“You ride me so fucking good,” John praised, sending electrical currents through his veins.
“Oh…fuck…” Wyatt groaned, addicted to anything this man would give him.
“Do you know how many times I’ve fucked my fist, thinking about what you did to me that night—about all the things I want you to do to me?” John rasped.
He trembled, his legs beginning to shake.
“That fuckin’ commercial…” he gutted out. “I envied the fucking horse…”
Wyatt sunk his hands into his beard, framing his face, needing more words. Needing more!
John seemed to understand and whispered, “I imagined this, too. Riding me—fucking me—using me for your pleasure.”
Wyatt moaned, wildly thrusting, hips undulating, and riding him just like he imagined—giving him that reality and creating a fantasy for himself. John’srapture was his. Watching him watch him was intoxicating. Wyatt reached between his legs, finally granting himself the merciful relief of touch and palming his hard sex, stroking it upward using the precum as lube to fuck his fist.
“That’s it, cowboy,” John husked, panting and shivering beneath him, watching him stroke himself. “Fuck, yes…! God, look at you…”
Wyatt sucked in a breath, belly tightening with need and cock quivering. His orgasm was peaking, his body clenching around John, who let out a gasping sound, mixed with a long, drawn-out moan.
He sounded like pure fucking sex.
Wyatt grabbed the back of John’s neck, hanging on as he made one final push, and his cock burst with his seed, spewing hot, uncontrollable ribbons of cum onto John's chest.
John gasped and leaned forward, face buried into Wyatt’s chest, about to climax. But he refused to let him hide his face, his hand still around his neck and dragging him backward.
“I wanna see you…” Wyatt pleaded through panted breaths. “Cum for me, John…”
