Lover? Boyfriend? Fling? None of those worked.
The base of his balls began to tingle and he closed his eyes, all thoughts vanishing into sensation and this moment. This stolen moment.
Lawson reached between his own legs, pulling out his cock and unexpectedly releasing John from his mouth. He stood, wrapping his hand around the back of John’s neck, his other free hand pushing their cocks together, letting them slide and pulsate as one. Lawson’s dick was longer, while John’s was a bit thicker. And yet, they seemed to fit perfectly together beneath Lawson’s hand as he fisted over them and began to pump, rocking his hips back and forth. But it wasn’t enough friction. He needed more. John moved, capturing their cocks, and together Lawson and he pumped and thrusted against each other.
Thoughts of where Lawson had been and of other people ogling him pierced his mind like a splinter. He gritted his teeth, pivoted on his heel, and with years of maneuvering people onto gurneys, flipped positions with him, pushing hisback against the wall and crowding him. Lawson let out a whoosh of breath from his lips, eyes dancing with pleasure at being manhandled.
The orgasm chased through his bloodstream, shooting shockwaves over his tip, ready to spew at any second. Their eyes briefly met before returning to their cocks being stroked in their hands.
It was a dirty, glorious sight.
Lawson’s cock was leaking all over them.
“Make a mess of me, cowboy,” John growled, the words tumbling out of his mouth.
Lawson let out a loud moan, so loudly that John was surprised. Lawson never made that sound before as it tore from his throat. He fucking needed more. He wanted to hear it again, and again.
He fisted and jerked them off, breathing hard. “You were thinking about this all night, weren’t you, Lawson? Wanting to cum for me… Please me…”
Lawson jerked, jaw slack and eyes glazed, close to coming.
“You wanna take care of me?” John husked out.
“Yes, yes…” Lawson’s panted plea was music to his ears.
“Cum on my dick, baby.”
Lawson’s eyes flew to his, and in that instant, his cock spasmed in John’s hand, drenching him with hot, pulsing streams of creamy bliss.
His pulse shuddered at the sight, reaching to grab Lawson by the throat, still thrusting into his palm, thumb sliding over his soaked tip. “Good fucking boy…”
Lawson made that sound again, this time whimpering as he jerked into John’s hand, his cock rearing up as another wave of his climax spurted from his messy red tip.
Fuck.
John groaned, feeling his own orgasm finally slam into him, and he dragged Lawson into a searing kiss, unloading against him, wanting to paint his perfect black shirt and pants with his cum. And Lawson, his pulse frantic against John’s fingertips at his throat, let him. Lawson’s kiss was pure heat and intensity. Suddenly, the young cowboy dropped once more to his knees and cleaned John’s dick with his tongue, lapping up their spent bliss.
He gasped, watching in amazement as his cowboy sucked his limp dick into his mouth as though worshiping him, and not wanting to let this moment go.
Or maybe he wanted more praise.
Lawson’s tongue slid underneath his cock, licking his balls.
“Fuck… baby…” John whispered.
Lawson pushed his entire face into him now, hat falling off the back of his head, tongue and mouth sucking his sacks.
“Is this what you want?” John asked, something opening inside him. Something forbidden and extraordinary. Exciting, new, and fucking thrilling.
Lawson hummed, desperate eyes flashing upward.
“Get up,” John commanded breathlessly.
Lawson did, and they kissed, long and hard.
“We’re still meeting tomorrow?” Lawson asked, a hint of anxiousness in his tone that surprised John yet again. The power between them shifted, and he still wasn’t sure what to make of it.
“Once a week,” John said licking his lips, hands all over Lawson’s body. Something dark filled his stomach at the sight of his cum, a stained mess on his black shirt.
