Chapter 31 #2
Dawson’s lips curved into a coy smile and I dove back in for another kiss, unable to resist another taste.
“If you two take much longer, your mouths are gonna fuse together like that. Get your asses over here and let’s get on the water already!”
I reluctantly released his lips. “You know, that wouldn’t be the worst fate.”
“Says you...” Dawson quipped, stealing a quick kiss before darting towards the water with a laugh. I raced after him, joy surging in my chest as I followed him into the waves.
I stared into the flames of the small bonfire, my toes digging into the cool sand as the dreamy sounds of Dawson’s guitar floated around me.
Yesterday had been a fucking dream. The adrenaline rush from kiteboarding was addictive as hell and I’d gotten the hang of it quicker than I thought.
Afterwards, we’d spent a few hours swimming and fishing with Uncle Don, having an early dinner with him before heading back to our place for a lowkey night curled up on the couch.
This morning, I woke up early to Dawson’s lips wrapped around my cock and I came so hard I almost broke the headboard as I held onto it for dear life.
Once I’d dropped to my knees for him in the shower, we explored the island a bit, went out for lunch in town, and spent a few hours on the beach again before hopping on a private sunset dolphin cruise that Dawson had set up for us.
We’d managed to spot a few as they jumped and splashed around our boat for a bit, not the slightest bit shy, and seeing Dawson’s face light up at their antics had made my heart swell.
I turned my head to the side, watching Dawson’s nimble fingers on the guitar and taking in the soft shadows cast on his face from the fire.
I was secretly thrilled he had brought it along on our trip.
Not only was listening to him play one of my favorite things, but it was also a turn-on like no other.
His skill after all these years was unreal and it never failed to stir my cock watching his talented fingers pick across the strings.
Add in the way he looked in his black-rimmed glasses and I was barely restraining myself from humping his leg like a dog in heat.
I vaguely recognized the next tune he began to play, the evocative melody stirring emotions in my chest I couldn’t quite name.
“What song is that?”
“I can’t believe you don’t recognize ‘Iris’,” he smirked without even missing a note.
“Well excuse me, but you weren’t singing and it sounds different, all slow and acoustic-y...”
His teeth flashed in the flickering light and he raised a brow at me. “You want to try to learn it?”
I looked at him like he was crazy, but he only beckoned me over with a crooked finger.
He stared at me impatiently until I crawled over into the space he left me between his legs, scooting back into his chest. He settled the instrument in my lap, his arms coming around me to position my hands just right on the strings.
I shivered when he placed a warm kiss to the back of my neck while he adjusted my fingers on the neck of the guitar.
“How is this supposed to work exactly?”
“Just give me a second,” he grumbled while awkwardly trying to work through the first few chords with his hand moving mine. After a few beats, I stuck to strumming the strings as he did all the work on the frets or whatever he called them.
“Hey, look at me. I’m a natural,” I grinned over my shoulder.
Dawson chuckled as he continued to guide me sluggishly through the song, but the smile he aimed at me made my lungs seize.
He then took control of the song and my hands fell to his legs on either side of me, sinking into his warmth as he serenaded me.
His soulful tenor drifted across me like velvet.
Dawson was mesmerizing, losing himself in the soft power of the lyrics.
I felt each one of the lines as if he’d plucked them from my heart and threaded them into his own.
Every emotion was etched into his features and I was drawn to him like a moth to a flame.
I couldn’t tear my eyes away, desire thickening my blood as my gaze fell to his distracting as fuck mouth.
Dawson’s voice trailed off and his gaze slid to mine, noticing the shift in my mood.
His breathing sped up and when his lips parted, I leaned in and licked across the soft flesh.
I heard the breath catch in his throat before he slanted his mouth over mine.
His tongue darted out to tease mine and an embarrassing whimper escaped me.
Dawson set his guitar aside while he claimed my mouth, one of his hands weaving in my hair and tilting my head to deepen the kiss. I was falling apart, my mind gloriously clear of everything except Dawson and how he was owning my body.
“Fuck me,” I breathed over his lips. My pulse raced as he looked me in the eye with a mixture of awe and wariness. “I want you to fuck me, Mercury. I want you inside me.”
It was something I’d been wanting for so long, but it was a uniquely vulnerable position to be in.
Not that I had any problem being with Dawson in that way, but I had been scared to ask for it.
It would have been yet another layer of myself peeled away, exposed like a raw nerve that I hadn’t been ready to face.
Now, I wanted to obliterate every layer and let Dawson in on a cellular level, an immutable fusion of our souls.
“You really want that?”
“More than anything,” I promised. I surged forward to capture his lips again and twisted around to straddle him, all the while ravishing his mouth with uncontrollable need.
“Baby…not here,” he panted between my relentless kisses.
“Yes, here. I can’t wait. I want to ride you right here at the edge of the fucking ocean and scream your name under the stars.”
“You really know how to motivate a guy, you know?” he laughed breathlessly. I kissed the grin from his face, rolling my erection over his and devouring his pleasured groans.
“Please, beautiful…I feel so empty. I need you to wreck my hole with that gorgeous cock and make me yours in every fucking way possible.”
Dawson growled and flipped us with impressive speed so my back landed on the large beach towel underneath us.
It was past midnight and our portion of the beach was deserted, and lucky for us, Dawson’s only neighbors were away on a cruise.
There was nothing stopping us from giving in and I wanted this too damn bad to wait any longer.
We frantically stripped our clothes and soon Dawson’s strong body was holding me down, his erection grinding against mine.
He kissed his way down my torso and took my aching cock in his mouth, swirling that devilish tongue around my tip and lapping up my precum like he was starved for it.
My balls tightened within a minute and I yanked at his hair to pull him off me.
“S-stop…I’m gonna blow if you keep going. Please Dawson, I need you,” I begged. He let out a sexy chuckle as he licked up my length one more time before planting another drugging kiss to my lips.
“Wait, we don’t have any lube…”
I could only wave in the direction of the bag I brought with us and Dawson huffed a laugh through his nose at my preparedness.
He leaned over and dug through the hotdog and s’more supplies to find the small bottle of lube I’d stashed.
He reached up to remove his glasses, but I grabbed his wrist to stop him.
“No, leave them on.”
He smiled softly at my demand and doused his fingers quickly, bringing them to my quivering hole.
“If it hurts or you want to stop at any time, tell me.”
I nodded and dragged him back down to my mouth as he circled my rim before entering me gently.
I hissed at the slight burn, but Dawson moved to suck on my earlobe and my bones turned molten.
My muscles loosened enough for him to fully breach me, carefully pumping deeper into my body.
I let out a sharp cry when he swiped a spot that radiated electricity through me.
“Oh sweet Jesus, do that again,” I gasped, rocking back on Dawson’s finger involuntarily.
“Topping from the bottom a bit, aren’t you?” he grinned down at me, but he aimed for that spot again and I convulsed under him, his name tearing from me in an agonized plea.
He didn’t waste anymore time opening me up, scissoring and stretching me until I was practically sobbing for his cock. Dawson trickled some more lube on his length and smeared the excess on my puckered skin before sitting up and pulling me with him.
I straddled him once more and he lined himself up with my hole. Our eyes connected and my heart stopped, waves of all-consuming emotion washing over me and drowning me in the intensity.
I hovered above him, waiting for permission.
He dipped his chin and I lowered myself onto him until he popped through the outer muscle, lighting me up like a fuse lit too close to the end.
I bore down and he thrust in deeper, a strangled moan ripping from me while he sank in more.
When his pelvis met my ass, I paused, shaking from the overwhelming sensation of finally having him this way.
I’d never felt so full, so fucking complete as I did with Dawson buried inside my body. The way he felt was beyond perfection, beyond nirvana. It was as if heaven was just a rest stop on the road leading to this moment with him.
I lifted up and dropped back down, riding him at a languid pace, each drag of his steely length against my inner walls making me tremble.
I wrapped my arms around his shoulders, leaning my forehead on his as we moved together effortlessly.
We vibrated on the same frequency, our bodies matching a rhythm that we started long ago.
“Dawson…” My voice caught as he swiped my prostate and a flare of heat shot through my groin.
“Am I making you feel good, baby? Is this okay?” he whispered roughly, his strong hands gripping my hips to help guide me.
“It’s perfect…you’re perfect. Oh fuck, give me more.”
He sped up his thrusts, driving up into me with abandon, and I cried out at the building pressure.
I was on sensory overload, my thighs burning as I rode him hard, the salty air mixing with his delicious, woodsy scent, and his slick muscles contracting under me as he fucked me within an inch of my life.
I was high on the pleasure, my head swimming as bliss consumed me.
“I love you so much,” I gasped out. “Oh god…you’re fucking me so good. Shit, I’m gonna come…”
“Yeah, you are,” he ground out, intensifying his strokes. “Do you love my cock, baby? Is this what you wanted? Do you need me to paint your insides with my load?”
“Jesus Christ, that mouth…give it to me. Shoot every drop in my ass and mark me as yours, beautiful.”
He flipped us again and came down on top of me, fucking into me harder and deeper as my orgasm raced down my spine. Obscenely filthy sounds poured from me as Dawson pummeled my hole, his cock flexing inside me and I felt the telltale heat bloom in my groin.
“Come for me, Theo,” he purred in my ear, hitting that sweet spot inside over and over.
Dawson’s name tore from my throat as my release slammed into me, hot liquid coating our stomachs as Dawson continued to rut into me wildly.
I was engulfed in flames, consuming me from head to toe like a wildfire of pleasure that ignited my entire body.
My channel spasmed around Dawson’s shaft and he cried out as he drenched my hole with his seed, still driving into me until he was completely drained.
It was everything I needed, filling in a hole I hadn’t known was there. My eyes stung as the adrenaline slowly fizzled out and my heart pounded behind my ribs. Dawson dropped soft kisses across my collarbone and up my neck, his cock softening inside me.
I reached up and dragged my fingertips across his stubbled jaw, our heavy breaths mingling between us. His lids fluttered at the contact and my heart stumbled over itself seeing how my touch affected him.
“I love you with all that I am, Theo. No matter what we face, I am yours.”
He took my lips in a long, deep kiss that rooted itself in my bones. We stayed outside longer than we should have, tangled together in a cum-soaked, sweaty mess that neither of us was in a hurry to leave.
I wasn’t sure what would happen once we left this place, and a faint, ominous voice inside told me that something dark was coming.
But I refused to let it steal the joy that was thrumming in my veins as Dawson held me in his arms, reminding me that the love of this man was enough to withstand any storm.