John’s haunting blue eyes were blown out with lust. Their eyes collided in the mirror, and Wyatt pushed the hat firmly on John’s head, slipping his hands down his sides and to his waist, drilling into him with an unstoppable pace. The sounds of their dueling moans and slapping bodies echoed off the bathroom walls.
“Fuck, Wyatt,” John whispered, fisting his own cock. “I wanted to be that fucking bull…” his confession shot straight to his cock, and his balls began to tingle. “I wanted your cock stuffing me. Coming in me…”
Wyatt’s mind exploded, ingraining every breathy sigh, every word, burning them into his memory as his body responded with its own explosion, climaxing damn near violently. The orgasm was so brutal that he stopped breathing, shooting endless jets of cum into John’s tight ass.
John bucked against him and reached behind him to hold Wyatt close to his shoulder, ass cheeks squeezing around him, milking out the last drop as both men gasped for air. They stayed exactly like that until his cock softened inside him, and unexpectedly, John reached further, his shoulder able to bend without pain or stiffness. He captured Wyatt’s mouth with his and kissed him hungrily, thoroughly, lovingly.
Yes, yes…
Love me.
Wyatt nearly froze at the thought, and his heart slammed into the bones of his chest. He loved him. He loved John. And nothing scared him more than that reckless, wild emotion thrumming through his entire body, making him tremble.
“Are you okay?” John asked, breaking the kiss and searching his face with his warm blue eyes.
No. I’m fucking ruined.
I love you so goddamned much.
Wyatt slipped out of him, afraid John could see the love written all over his face. Without thinking, he dropped to his knees, shoved John’s cheeks apart with his hands, and licked the cum off his tight, leaking entrance.
John jerked against him, reminding him of the bull, and he instinctively caught his hips, sinking his face further into his ass, tonguing him relentlessly now.
“Wyatt… baby… oh fuck… you’re so… good.”
Wyatt reached between his legs and fondled his balls and hard dick roughly.
“Shit.” John grabbed onto the sink once more and sucked in a breath, letting Wyatt squeeze and suck and graze his teeth over him.
“You’re gonna shove your cock down my throat and fuck my face after I’m done destroying this tight fucking hole,” Wyatt rasped.
“Fuck-fuck-fuck…!”
Wyatt pushed both cheeks wide and licked him up and down the seam before pushing into the tight ring with his tongue, feeling the older man shake under his touch. But he wanted more. He wanted all.
He released him and turned, placing his naked back against the sink and forcing John to straddle his shoulders while standing, precum smearing his thick, red tip.
Wyatt swallowed, looking up at him. “Fuck my face. Use me.”
John, breathing hard, nodded. He grabbed a handful of Wyatt’s hair and guided his sex into his mouth.
They were impossibly close.
The small confines of the bathroom and its position forced Wyatt to be engulfed by this man. The musky scent of his sex filled his nostrils as he slowlythrusted down his mouth and into his throat. The way his fingers dug and gripped his hair, pulling and yanking. His body shivered. John’s arousal and body’s reaction to this was stunning. Perfect. Intoxicating.
It was so fucking hot that his own cock was slowly coming back to life. He liked the weight of John practically sitting on his shoulders, spearing his mouth.
Wyatt slapped John’s plump ass hard, sucking at the same time. He gasped and bucked forward. Wyatt did it again on the other side, his mouth full to the brim with John’s thick, beautiful dick.
He grabbed his globe cheeks roughly and dug his fingers ruthlessly into them, wanting to bruise his fucking ass with his grip, focusing John to thrust deeper down his throat, which he took, relaxing the muscles and gagging only a little.
John cursed heavily and let Wyatt guide him, curling his biceps as he pushed John’s entire body forward, thrusting into his mouth over and over, saliva pooling and dripping from his lips.
“That’s it, baby,” John whispered, eyes intent on the movement of his thick erection sliding in and out of Wyatt’s mouth. “You’re perfect… you’re…” his gaze held his, “Mine. You’re mine.”
Wyatt groaned, heart hammering, watching John ride his face, humping himself onto him.
“You want that, don’t you, baby?” John breathed. “To belong to me… only me…”
