John shuddered, lips parted as he whimpered a glorious, sexy fucking moan and dragged Wyatt back down on him, all restraint gone, replaced by utter carnal lust. John's hips pounded upward, spearing into Wyatt’s throat, and he took it, saliva dripping out of his mouth, the sounds of his grunting need with John’s flesh driving into him. He raked his fingers through Wyatt’s scalp and pushed himself so deep that his nose and chin were in John’s pubic hair, and he forced himself to breathe through the nose, taking in his musk, his cock twitching in painful need.
Oh god, he was going to come without touching himself. All from the dirtiest blow job he’d ever given.
“Fuuuck…!” John nearly shouted, a sound of utter abandonment rippling from his throat. “Lawson… God—fuck…”
John suddenly sat up, and Wyatt braced himself, exhaling a deep breath, knowing he was about to be smothered, and fucking needing it.
John pushed further down over him as his cock heated and pulsed in Wyatt’s mouth, down his throat, unloading everything—hot, sticky, and wet. He clasped his hands onto John’s waist as John simultaneously pushed Wyatt’s head down, smothering him completely into his lap. John began to uncontrollably shiver, his cock continuing to spasm.
He swallowed him, his throat contracting around him, his breath held in his chest, lungs burning, and cock so painfully swollen, he knew one touch would send him spiraling.
John released him, and Wyatt came up for air, gasping. John stared at him in shock, eyes fully dilated, almost black. “Wyatt…”
He heard his name, breathy and in reverence, and he couldn’t wait. He couldn’t. He shoved John back down on the couch, lifted his hips, spread his cheeks, and licked and spat into his tight hole. He pushed his face between John’s legs, tonguing his entrance. John groaned, gripping the couch and levitating upward in his grasp. Wyatt did it again and again, ruthlessly driving his tongue into his hole.
“Jesus, Wyatt!”
He said his name again.
Fuck!
Wyatt devoured his asshole, brutally digging into him with his tongue, needing to climax, delusional for it. He abruptly sat up, straddled John, and without even taking off his jeans, because there wasn’t time for that, shoved his aching cock into him. Both men moaned together, and Wyatt, knowing it wasn’t going to take much, pumped into him three quick thrusts. He knew he was rough and also knew John liked rough rides. A lot.
He saw the evidence of it, as John’s deflated cock started to stiffen again.
Wyatt shoved John’s legs up and around his waist, burying himself deep into his asshole, nearly coming at the feel of being fully sheathed inside him.
John bucked, cheeks clenching around him, tightening his hold.
“Fuck,” Wyatt breathed.
John’s blue eyes flew to his. “Ride me hard, baby.”
Wyatt’s groan was low and rumbling, knowing what he was asking, and he wrapped his hand around John’s throat, pounding into his tightness, a wild madness taking hold.
He maneuvered one of John’s legs down so he could lean in closer to him, their breaths mingling with the same heat in their gazes. Hand still collaring John’s throat and hips thrusting, the orgasm closed in on him. He grasped John’s cock and tugged, milking him for another orgasm.
John clung to him, shivering violently. He speared into him, hitting that sweet heavenly spot inside John. He could feel the man unhinging beneath him. His body had completely surrendered over to Wyatt’s whim and will, and he never wanted to leave the tight sheath of John’s perfect fucking body.
Wyatt licked John’s lips, deepening his tone into a low, gravely husk, “Give your good boy another orgasm, daddy…”
A guttural cry tore through John’s parted lips and his cock spasmed in Wyatt’s hand for a second orgasm.
“That’s it,” Wyatt ground out, fisting his cock. “God, you ride so fucking good.”
“Yes, yes!”
He thrusted hard, panting between each pound and slamming home. “The best fucking ride I’ve ever had…” he admitted hoarsely. “I don’t ever want to stop.”
John whimpered, eyes locked with his.
He broke. The orgasm whooshed through his body like the thundering gallop of a thousand horses, and he unleashed his hot seed inside him.
The roaring in his ears finally subsided after what felt like the longest minute of unloading in his life. John’s shivering, quaking body bore the mess of his orgasm, and he looked so blissfully spent and utterly relaxed, panting.
But Wyatt wasn’t through.
He slipped down John’s body once more, lifting his hips and, with the skill of someone who knew how to flip a patient, did so to John’s body. John let out a surprised gasp, flopping onto his stomach and smearing his rapture onto his nicecouch, which made Wyatt smile as he then forced John onto his knees, baring his perfect fucking ass for him.
