Chapter 23
DAWSON
Stepping out of the shower, I grabbed a towel and wrapped it around my hips.
I walked cautiously out of the bathroom to find a wet, naked Iain standing beside my bed, his back to me. All that smooth golden skin was just inches away. And the sight of his long, taut body, especially his biteable ass, had my knees fucking weak.
“Iain?”
Then he turned around, and my gaze didn’t know where to look first.
He was so beautiful, slim but strong, with defined pecs and pale pink nipples. My eyes fixed on the sexy trail of blond hair that started on his chest and abs and followed down to his cock. His dick was just as pretty as I remembered.
Except this time, it was all for me.
Mine.
I glanced up at his face, at those big brown eyes, and I was a goner.
“You’re so fucking beautiful, Iain,” I admitted.
He took a long look at my body, the towel doing nothing to hide my arousal.
“Jesus, Dawson,” Iain moaned and stepped up to me, undoing the towel. It fell to the floor, and my heart took off running when he gave me a thorough once-over. He looked up into my eyes and slid his arms around my neck. “You’ve got that the wrong way around.”
I bent down and devoured his mouth, taking his lips in a mauling kiss.
Everything that had been building between us for days, weeks, fuck, maybe even years, finally erupted.
Our kisses were frantic, desperate, as I pulled him in tight to my body. I plunged my hands into his hair and tugged, angling Iain’s mouth. He swirled his tongue around mine, and every nerve ending in my body ignited.
If this was my reaction to one kiss, I could only imagine how it would feel the moment we finally came together.
I managed to tear my mouth away for a moment. “Are you sure you want this? Because I’m not just gonna fuck and run. One night isn’t going to be nearly enough with you. And I can be kind of intense.”
“When are you not?” He smiled at me, his lips wet and swollen from my kisses.
My heart took off running again.
“I mean, I like control in the bedroom, sweetheart.”
Iain shivered and licked his lips. “I’m ready if you are.”
Now, it was my turn to tremble. I rubbed my thumb over his soft lower lip and leaned in to whisper in his ear. “Get on the bed, hands and knees.”
Iain groaned and slowly stepped away from me. He turned and placed one knee on the bed, then the other, climbing up until he was in the middle.
I walked to the nightstand, opened the drawer to search for condoms and lube, and threw them on the bed. Then, I took a moment to appreciate the sight before me.
Having Iain in my bed was never possible. Until it was.
And now, I couldn’t picture anyone else.
“I don’t want to use condoms,” Iain whispered, and I stopped moving. “We get tested quarterly, and so do you. I’m negative.”
“Me too. Are you sure?”
Iain growled and turned his head. “Yes, I’m fucking sure! Now hurry up.”
Since he was sassing me, I gave his pert ass a firm slap in response, and the loud smack of my hand hitting his damp skin reverberated in the room.
“You’re not in charge here, sweetheart. Now spread those gorgeous legs for me.”
Iain lowered his head to the mattress and let out the filthiest moan I’d ever heard.
“God, please, please fuck me. I need you so bad. It feels like you’ve been edging me for ages.”
I let out a dirty chuckle.
Oh, I just knew that finally watching Iain give in to me was going to be the most satisfying thing in the world.
“All in good time, sweetheart. First, I’m going to worship this beautiful ass with my tongue. Then, my fingers. Then, if you’re good for me, I’ll pump you full of my cum and eat you out.”
“Oh fuck.” Iain reached between his legs and grabbed the base of his dick with his right hand.
“You’d like that, huh? You enjoy dirty talk?” I leaned over and whispered against his bare ass, giving him a teasing lick and a gentle bite.
He was delicious, musky, and so fucking addictive.
“I like dirty action,” Iain whimpered. “More.”
“Not until you put both hands on the mattress. And don’t touch your dick again. It’s all mine.”
Iain let out a deep groan—of frustration or desire, I didn’t know. But he did as he was told.
I rubbed his ass cheeks and spread them, then spat on his tight pink hole.
I could’ve teased and tortured him for a long while, but both of us were too amped up. This first time was going to be fast and dirty.
Leaning down, I licked a path from his taint to his tailbone, making sure to tease his asshole with quick flicks of my tongue. Iain pushed back, trying to get more, but I gripped his cheeks tight and continued with featherlike strokes.
I wanted to spend all night eating him out, but my own arousal was threatening to unleash. Sitting back, I reached for the lube, and I slicked up my fingers, gently pushing one into his hole.
“I need your cock,” he moaned out and gripped the duvet in his hands. “I need more.”
“You’re gonna get everything you need,” I murmured, adding another finger and pushing slow but deep. “I told you before, I’m going to take care of you.”
Iain shuddered, and I stopped.
“Tell me if I need to go slower or stop.”
“You’re not hurting me, and don’t you dare fucking stop! Just, ngh,” Iain’s frustrated growl filled the room. “It’s so good, I love the burn. I want it. I need more.”
I added more lube and finger fucked him, pumping deep and fast as Iain’s moans and cries for more got louder. Sweat trickled down my face, my neck, my chest. My aching cock desperately wanted attention, but I ignored it in favor of pleasuring Iain.
He came first. Always.
Judging by his pleas and moans for more, I knew he was getting close, so I withdrew my fingers and poured more lube on them, then slicked up my cock.
“You ready?”
“Yes! God, yes.”
With one hand on his hip and the other on his shoulder, I pushed my hips forward and slid into his hole, one slow inch at a time.
And shit, it had been so long since I’d fucked without a condom that I forgot just how intense it was.
Holding my breath, I was mesmerized by the sight of his tight pink hole taking my cock.
Fuck, I was inside Iain, bare. I never wanted to leave.
“Look at you, so damned good for me. Taking all of me.”
“More. Please. Fuck me.”
I pumped my hips until my heavy balls slapped his ass.
Sliding one hand from Iain’s shoulder around to his pec, I sat back on my heels and pulled him with me until he was seated on my lap, his back to my chest. His head rolled onto my shoulder, and I took his mouth in a possessive kiss while he moaned and writhed, our bodies locked tightly together, nothing between us.
“Baby,” Iain whispered against my lips, his deep brown eyes staring into mine.
I don’t know if he realized what he’d called me because he was so blissed out. But the shockwave that ran through my body from that one word was white-hot lightning racing in my veins.
This was so much more than fucking.
But I knew for sure I was screwed.
Iain
What I thought would be a quick and dirty fuck with Dawson turned into the hottest, most sensual sex of my life.
And then I had to ruin it all by calling him “baby.”
Where the fuck had that come from? Not that Dawson seemed put off by it.
If anything, his grip on my body tightened as he thrust his hips and gyrated against my ass like he couldn’t get deep enough inside of me. And I pushed back, the feel of his hard, bare cock in my ass the most incredible pleasure and pain, exquisite.
I wasn’t the only one whimpering and gasping and moaning in pleasure.
Suddenly, it was too much. I wasn’t prepared for the swell of emotions that overwhelmed me. I needed him hard and fast; I needed oblivion.
“Oh God, Dawson, it’s too much…I need—”
Fuck, I couldn’t even explain it.
But Dawson, like always, could read me without any words.
“I’ll give you everything you need,” he whispered in my ear.
Next thing I knew, I was pushed back on my hands and knees, facing the headboard, and he began to pummel my ass. Hard.
Every time his massive cock hit my prostate, I nearly jumped off the bed.
He gripped my left hip and gently used his right hand to squeeze my neck, and oh fuck, I liked that a whole lot.
“Good?” Dawson asked with a deep grunt as he squeezed again.
Good didn’t even begin to describe it. He was so in tune with my body, and it made me hot all over.
“Yes.” My moan was low and desperate.
Dawson squeezed my throat again, and I gasped. Combined with the intense fucking, my climax was building faster, higher, almost frightening in its intensity.
Then, the hand gripping my hip slid around over my stomach in a long, slow sweep that had goosebumps popping up on my skin. Finally, he gripped my leaking cock and began to tug in time to his thrusts.
“Dawson,” I whispered, barely getting the word out.
This. This was what I needed.
No face-to-face, no soft touches. Just pure, primal fucking.
“You don’t come until I say so,” Dawson panted as he pounded into me. “Understood?”
I think I grunted in response, but I was so far gone I didn’t care.
Dawson quickly moved his hand to the back of my neck and pushed my upper body to the mattress. The change in angle meant that he nailed my prostate with every thrust.
“Right there! Don’t stop!” I screamed, the sound muffled by the duvet.
I could barely swivel my hips in this position since Dawson was in total control of my body. The freedom of giving myself over to him in this way set my blood on fire.
I didn’t trust my hookups to dominate me in this way.
What did that say about me, about him, about us?
And then, all thinking was obliterated by pleasure.
Between the fullness in my ass and the heat of his rough hand shuttling up and down my throbbing cock, I was so close to coming.
“Oh God, I’m almost there,” I whimpered.
My balls tightened as Dawson’s thrusts became frantic. The bed creaked and groaned almost as loudly as the two of us.
“Look at you, so fucking beautiful. Need you to come for me, sweetheart,” he demanded hoarsely. “Come for me.”
He thrust again, and when he rolled his palm over the head of my cock, I was done.
I screamed his name as wave after wave of explosive pleasure rippled through my body. I came all over his hand and the bed, shaking and sweating and panting for air. Dawson’s body jolted, my name erupting from him in a husky roar. His dick twitched in my ass as he flooded me with hot cum.
Fuck, he owned me in that moment, and I didn’t want to think about why that was the hottest thing ever.
Incredibly, I came again, another gush of cum leaking out of my spent dick.
Dawson collapsed on top of me, and we lay on the bed, a gasping, shuddering, sticky, sweaty mess.
I hadn’t felt this relaxed and happy in… I couldn’t remember when.
Music was my first love, but sex with Dawson?
That came in a close second.