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“I know, I understand the urgency, but I need to have a conversation with them and then I will be in touch. Give me an hour… Okay.”
Hanging up, he grabbed my hand, pulling me toward him, wrapping his arms around me. Dawson wasn’t usually so affectionate, so his reaction shocked me.
“What’s up?” I asked, stroking my hand up and down his back.
“We have to go to the US next week. You can’t come… I don’t know if Lea’s free. How can we go after what happened to Lea? I know we’re not breaking up or anything, but we don’t know what those words mean. I’ll spend the whole time panicking that something bad will happen. It’s stressing me out already and we’ve not gone anywhere.” His words tumbled out so fast, I could barely keep up.
“Fox?” Charlie yelled from downstairs.
“Coming.” He turned to Dawson. “You good if I leave? He’ll be looking for food… he’s like a locust.”
“I’ll take care of him,” I whispered, and Fox laughed.
“Of course you will.” He threw me a wink before he left and I noticed how he closed the door behind him; something that we never did in this house.
When we were alone, Dawson’s face fell, his stress levels visible in his furrowed brow. “I can’t say no to this PR tour because it’s what the band needs, but selfishly, I don’t think I can be on the other side of the world from you and Lea.” He paused, pushing his fingers through his hair. “God, I sound needy and weak, and I would tell you that it’s the curse, but really, I need you all. You balance me, you make me a better person. I like who I am with you all.”
His shoulders dropped as his eyes burned into mine. “You push my comfort zone. You make me feel safe because I know you’ll catch me if I fall.” I felt the difference in his words; these were more weighted and meant just for me.
“Tell me the details.”
He leaned his head against my shoulder and pressed my hand to the outline of his hard cock. “Can you touch me?”
I chuckled, rubbing against him as he let out a long groan.
“The boys… the band will be number one in the UK and the US when the charts come out. They’re way ahead of everyone else, so it’s pretty much a sure thing. Fern wants them to do this 5-day PR tour. New York, Cali, and then a stopover in New Orleans. We need to leave tomorrow night.” He began bucking against my hand, his fists curling into my t-shirt. “Marshall.” His head twisted slightly, his mouth meeting my neck. Dawson and I fucked, but he was like me and preferred to dominate, so this side of him… needy, begging, was unexpected, but hot as hell. I unzipped his fly, forcing down his jeans and boxers, ignoring his cock and grabbing his ass, pulling him hard so we both fell to the sofa and he straddled my thigh.
He lifted his head, our eyes meeting before I kissed him. I knew how much he loved hard, but this whole situation was so different to our usual interaction that I kissed him softly, our tongues sliding together as ground needily against me.
“Is this what you need? You want me to take care of you?” I mumbled against his lips.
He buried his fingers in my hair, pulling me back to his mouth, kissing me in exactly the same way I’d kissed him. I could have stayed like that for hours, but the noises downstairs reminded me we had guests. “Strip and then we can finish our conversation.”
He removed his clothes in seconds, making me chuckle. “You’re as needy as Fox usually is. Go kneel for me, there’s a good boy.”
He mumbled something I couldn’t hear, but I knew would be about him being Daddy and not a good boy, but I decided to let it slide. Standing, I peeled my clothes off slowly and he watched with hooded eyes, licking his lips as my hard cock slapped against my abs.
I took a seat on the black leather sofa that filled the back wall and looked out over the London skyline through the tinted windows we had fitted so no one could see in, or worse, take photos of what was going on in the house. I spread my arms across the back, widening my thighs.”
“You have lube?” I asked, making Dawson raise his eyebrow, telling me it was a stupid question. Reaching over, he pulled a sachet from his jeans pocket, throwing it to me. Tearing it with my teeth, I covered my cock in it, before beckoning to Dawson.
He stood, and I wrapped my hands around his hips, tugging him until he straddled me again, my cock edging his tight hole. Pushing against his rim, he groaned, obviously still stretched and sensitive from where Fox had been inside him last night.
“Your ass is getting quite the battering just lately. Are you getting addicted to being our little cum slut, Dawson?”
A strangled groan sounded in his throat. “Yes… maybe. It’s been such a long time.”
“Good to know. I could do with someone else willing to bend over and take what I’ve got to offer. Would you like that?”
His hands moved to my neck as his body arched, my head slipping through the tight ring of muscle. “Fuck,” he whispered. On his knees, he pulsated his hips, trying to take more of me without letting my thick shaft tear him in two.
I slipped in further. Warm, wet, tight… I had to concentrate on the point of all this, which was to calm his anxiety about his trip.
“What would you want for your trip? What would make it perfect?” I asked, already knowing the answer. Dawson bit down on his lip as he took more of me.
He didn’t answer for a minute, his chest heaving and cock dripping all over me. I wiped my fingers through his precum and pressed them to his lips. “If you don’t tell me what you need, I can’t sort anything.”
“I want—” I bucked my hips slightly, cutting off his words. “Fuck, I need you all the way inside me. This is killing me. Please,” he begged. Guiding him up off my cock, he let out a whimper as he realized he was getting less of me, not more.
