Chapter 28
IAIN
Words I never imagined thinking, let alone saying, came rolling out of my mouth.
And it was too late to take them back.
Dawson simply smiled and then kissed me with such passion that I forgot about the rug burn on my knees and the fact that my mouth was swollen and sore. Or the fact that I’d asked for something I never dared imagine I would need.
He walked me back and urged me to lie down on the bed.
“Face to face this time,” he whispered. “I want to watch you come apart. I want you to see exactly what’s happening between us.”
He slid his big body over mine, holding me down and ravaging my lips. God, he could kiss me forever. I never put much stock in it. Don’t get me wrong, kissing was hot, but it was more of a means to an end.
But Dawson’s kisses were next level. Deep, devouring, and fucking delicious.
Addictive.
As he made his way down my body with heated kisses and tormenting nips, he took his time finding all of my sensitive places. When he licked over my nipples, I cried out and tugged his head closer. He gently bit one nipple then sucked on it, and my body nearly came off the bed.
“Oh God, more.”
He gave the same amount of attention to my other nipple, teasing me until I was a writhing mess. Then he rubbed his beard over one pec and the other, and fuck, that was even better.
He licked every inch of my body, making his way down my abs and, finally, over the head of my cock.
“So goddamn gorgeous,” he whispered, as he spread my legs and pushed my knees back.
I gripped my legs and watched his darkening eyes as he lowered his head and lapped at my balls.
“Fuck, yes!” I squirmed, shoving my ass in his face, needing more.
“This time, I’ll make good on my promise.”
Oh God, he was going to fuck me and eat me out afterward. My balls tightened, and I panted, trying to calm myself down. I didn’t want to come yet. I was already close, nearly blowing my load when he came down my throat.
Then Dawson spread my ass cheeks and ate me out, licking my sensitive rim and then plunging his tongue in my ass, fucking me with it. The pleasure was so intense I squeezed my eyes shut, willing myself not to come.
“Iain,” Dawson whispered against my skin. “Your taste is so fucking addictive.”
Then he rubbed his beard against my ass, and fuck, yes, the roughness against my overheated skin made me moan out loud.
Dawson leaned back and reached for the nightstand, grabbing the lube.
“See what you do to me?” he asked as he slicked up his hard cock. “I just came, and I’m ready for you again.”
I watched, mesmerized, licking my lips, tasting him on my tongue. His fat cock was red and leaking furiously. I couldn’t wait to feel him inside me again.
Sliding closer, he notched the head of his dick to my hole. I swallowed hard, glancing down to watch as he entered me, slow and steady, as my ass took him in. The intense fullness made my breath catch. I full-on shivered as he pushed into me, one tormenting inch at a time.
“Look at you, Iain, so fucking good for me. Taking all of me.”
“More, Dawson. I need it all. I need you.”
I glanced up at his face, and he was staring at me with such heated tenderness in his eyes. Like I was something special.
My heart clenched, and I reached for him, pulling him down for a kiss, his wicked tongue tangling with mine. When he pushed his cock all the way in, I finally let out the breath I’d been holding onto.
“You belong to me,” Dawson growled against my lips. “Say it.”
“Yes! I’m yours.”
“Only mine.”
Dawson rocked his hips, and I met him thrust for thrust. His movements were long and languid, fucking into me oh so slowly, watching me the whole time. It was almost too much, and I fought the urge to look away.
“Don’t. It’s me, sweetheart. I’m right here. I’m gonna catch you.”
I gripped his neck tighter as my emotions took hold of me, building up like the wave of my climax, higher and higher. He pumped into me, faster this time, harder.
“More, more,” I chanted and threw my head back.
Grabbing my legs, he slid them over his shoulders and sat up, pulling me onto his lap and changing the angle of his thrust. I reached for the sheets to get leverage and nearly ripped them off the corners of the bed.
The next time he pumped his hips, his cock nailed my prostate, and I couldn’t help the loud shout of pleasure that ripped from my throat.
His hands squeezed my thighs as he fucked into me with fast, hard strokes, sweat trickling down his body, over every beautiful inch of his massive frame.
“That’s it. Let go, sweetheart, give yourself to me. I want all of you,” he panted.
“Dawson, Oh God. I need you.”
His slick hand gripped my cock, tugging on it firmly, and I lost it. I tipped over the edge.
I swear, part of my soul left my body as I came hard, my vision blurring. I screamed his name and shot all over his hand, my abs, my dick. Dawson’s pace was frantic as he fucked into me, shouting my name in return and spilling inside me.
Christ, why did I love that so much? Knowing that he’d claimed me in such a primal way was hot as fuck. Not just hot, but it made my intense feelings for him turn feral. Like, if he so much as thought about doing this with someone else, I would have none of it.
He was mine, and that was it. I wanted him, I needed him, I fucking loved…him?
Ah, shit.
I didn’t know whether that realization should make me laugh, cry, or both.
Dawson gently lowered my legs and slid out of my body as he gasped for air. Wiping the sweat off his brow, he gave me a saucy wink and then scooted down the bed.
Oh, Jesus, I knew what was coming next.
As soon as I felt his hot breath on my ass, I began to shiver. His cum was dripping out of me, sliding down my taint and ass cheeks. He swiped at my tender hole with his skillful tongue, tasting me, tasting his cum.
It was dirty and tender at the same time.
Fuck, this man was going to ruin me for anyone else.
“You and I taste damned good together, sweetheart.”
Between his touch and his words, I was floating.
“Fuck, I’m going to come again,” I blurted out in response.
He slipped one finger gently in my ass. “Are you sore?”
“Yes, but I like it. I love it. Don’t stop.”
Crooking his finger, he hit my oversensitive prostate, and I shuddered. I wanted more.
“Will you come for me again?” he asked, his voice hoarse.
“Yes.”
“That’s what I want to hear.”
“Baby,” I moaned as he teased me again.
Incredibly, I came a second time. My body shuddered as another pulse of cum leaked from my dick.
Sliding his finger out of me, he rubbed my hole in soothing circles while I tried to come back down to earth.
Then he crawled over me again, and I pulled him down to share a possessive kiss.
We were both sweaty, messy, filthy with cum.
As I stared into his dark green eyes, I knew.
I relented to the incredible shift happening inside me, even if I still didn’t know how to put it into words. It was overwhelming and frightening in its intensity.
“Don’t be scared,” he whispered. “It’s you and me.”
I nuzzled his jaw, his neck. Letting myself be vulnerable with Dawson was different. Still scary, but I knew, in the deepest part of me, that he was right. I was safe with him.
“I’ll be right back. Don’t go anywhere.”
He smiled and slowly rolled off me. I admired his beautiful body as he walked away, his stride confident, his high, round ass on display. I lay there, unable to move a muscle. Too fucked out.
When he returned with a warm washcloth and cleaned me off, I all but purred.
Throwing the cloth aside, he slipped back into bed and spooned me, our bodies touching from head to toe. He let out a deep hum of pleasure, and yeah, I agreed. I could get used to this.
What I couldn’t fathom with previous lovers, I wanted with him.
“You all right?” he whispered in my ear, giving it a quick kiss.
“Yes. I love being with you like this. Don’t get me wrong, I’m a fan of the bickering, too,” I teased. “But this is better.”
“I love being with you, too,” he replied and hugged me tighter.
The serious tone of his voice and the possessive way he held me spoke volumes. It was as close to an admission of what was really going on between us as we were going to get. For now.
I drifted off to sleep, but not for long.
Inspiration struck—at four in the morning, no less.
I slowly extricated myself from Dawson’s hold and walked over to the chair in the corner of the room.
Taking my baby out of the case, I sat down and began to play the tune circling in my subconscious like an earworm.
As I played, I stared at Dawson’s sleeping form, and words began to float to the surface. Searching for a pad of paper, I grabbed a notebook and pen from the coffee table and scribbled down the basic notes of the riff. It was probably gibberish at this point, but I rolled with it.
Brodie and Van created most of our songs, but lately, I’d been inspired myself.
I didn’t believe in my song writing ability as much as Brodie did his. I considered myself a guitarist first and foremost. But hey, it was always good to try new things.
I was already doing that with Dawson. Why not songwriting?
Once I’d written all I could, I switched it up and started to play a familiar song that soothed me.
“I love that,” Dawson whispered.
I looked up, and he was lying on his side, staring at me with a smile.
“Shit, I’m sorry I woke you.”
“Don’t be. I love watching you, remember?”
I continued playing “Sideline,” singing the words to Dawson, my audience of one.
It was funny because I started to sweat, nervous about how I sounded. Me, the guy who played concert halls and stadiums all over the world, was scared to sing for my…boyfriend? We were exclusive, so, yeah, boyfriend sounded right. I’d never had one before, so it would take some getting used to.
Then I thought about all the ways I could fuck this up. My hands trembled, and I missed a note.
“Come back to bed,” Dawson commanded when I finished the song. “I miss you.”
“I’ve only been gone for half an hour.”
“Why do you think I woke up?”
I held up my guitar in response.
“Nope,” Dawson replied. “As soon as you left my arms, I woke up.”
“You’ve been playing possum all this time?”
Dawson smiled. “I didn’t want to interrupt the muse.”
“I was just fooling around at first.” I shrugged.
“Sounded like the start of another Wayward Lane hit song to me.”
“I don’t know about that.”
“Yes, you do. You’re incredibly talented, Mr. Holloway.”
I smiled and shook my head, placing my baby back in the case. Then I ambled back over to the bed.
As soon as my ass hit the mattress, Dawson pulled me into his arms.
“Happy Valentine’s Day,” I quipped.
“Thanks,” Dawson chuckled in return. “But it ended four hours ago.”
“Doesn’t feel that way to me.”