Chapter 35
IAIN
Dawson finally slid back onto the bed, taking his time running his hands up my calves, over my thighs, and, finally, cupping my ass cheeks again.
Then he was all over me, covering me with his body, rubbing his cock over my ass, and pulling my hair aside to nuzzle my neck.
He kissed his way up my jaw and then took my lips in a teasing kiss that was delicious and yet not enough. I couldn’t kiss him deeply at this angle, and my frustrated moan made him smile.
Next thing I knew, his slick finger was circling my hole, teasing the rim and then pushing inside. I pulled my left knee up as high as the binding would allow me, and his knee followed suit.
“Slow and easy, just you and me,” Dawson moaned as he slowly finger-fucked me.
“More, please. Please,” I begged. “Fuck me. I don’t need much prep.”
He withdrew his finger and pushed his cockhead into my hole. Thank fuck for the rimming and the lube because Dawson was a big fucking man, and his cock was no exception. I felt like he was splitting me in two, the pain and pleasure so intense that I shuddered with every movement of his hips.
“Baby, that’s so fucking good,” I gasped. “I need you. All of you.”
Inch by inch, slow but steady, he pushed inside me. I was so full, and when his balls hit my ass, I groaned out loud. With Dawson’s weight on me, and his bare dick in my ass, this was it; I was done. I could die happy right here and now.
“You’re mine, sweetheart,” Dawson gasped. “All fucking mine.”
“Dawson.”
His hands slid along my arms and over my hands, interlocking tightly.
Raising our left hands, he brought mine up to his mouth and pressed languid kisses on my callused palm.
Playing as much as I did, my hands weren’t as sensitive as they used to be.
But when he kissed me like that, so unexpectedly sweet, a shiver rolled through my entire body.
The gesture was sexy, intimate, and words I never imagined saying, never mind feeling, longed to be let out.
My eyes welled up, and I tried to blink the tears away.
But I didn’t succeed.
Sweat slid down over my face, mixing with the tears that slipped out of the corners of my eyes. I felt the rapid tempo of his heartbeat against my shoulder blade.
“You’re not alone, sweetheart; I’m right here with you,” Dawson murmured.
He was warm and real and all mine in return.
“Don’t stop, baby,” I pleaded.
Dawson placed my hands back on the bed as he lifted his chest up and rocked his hips. Rocking into me.
I was surrounded by his heat and musky sweat as he fucked into me with short, hard strokes.
God, I needed to come. My climax kept building, higher and higher.
I tried to move my leg up, but the scarf tightened around my ankle. Shit. Fuck. That was frustrating.
“Give yourself to me, Iain. Let go. I will give you every fucking thing you need,” Dawson growled as he pistoned his hips harder, faster.
I relaxed my body, and Dawson took control again.
He kneeled and took hold of my hips, pulling me back and fucking into me with powerful strokes. With my upper body on the mattress, my legs restrained, and my ass in the air, I was too blissed out to do anything but whatever Dawson wanted.
“That’s it, sweetheart,” Dawson panted as he pounded my ass. “Look at you, taking my cock so good. I’m going to mark this pretty ass with my cum, inside and out, so you know exactly who you belong to.”
“Yes. Please, please fucking take me!” I whimpered.
His slick hand tugged on my dick, stroking in time with every thrust. He nailed my prostate over and over, and the tormenting pleasure spread through my body until I was begging, pleading to come.
“Who do you belong to, Iain?” Dawson demanded. “Say it.”
“You. Only you,” I gasped. “But you belong to me too.”
“Fucking right, I do.”
His hips thrust into me in a frantic rhythm, and with one more stroke on my cock, I came long and hard. I shouted his name as wave after wave of pleasure consumed me, pulling me under until I could only gasp for air.
Dawson’s body tensed, and then he moaned my name, unleashing his cum in my ass.
He continued to rock his hips, slower now, and aftershocks rippled through my body.
When he withdrew, he untied my ankles and rolled me over. I was rubber at this point, happy to move wherever he wanted to place me. On my back, still panting, I stared up at him, a fucked-out smile on my face.
The shimmering green of his eyes was bright, almost feverish in intensity.
I reached for him at the same time he lunged for me, taking my lips in a hungry kiss. It didn’t matter that he’d just fucked my brains out. I wanted him again, now.
I wrapped my legs around his waist, holding him as close as possible.
He paused and leaned back, cupping my face in his hands.
“Why are you looking at me like that?” I asked, my voice hoarse.
“Like what?”
“Like I’m something special.”
“Cause you are, sweetheart. Beautiful, talented, sexy, stubborn, sweet—”
“Sweet?” I scoffed and tried to look away, but Dawson’s grip was firm.
“Yes. You. Sweet and sensitive and a million other things. You’re incredible. And I am one lucky man.”
“I think you have that mixed up.”
Dawson raised one eyebrow. “Do I need to tie you to the bed again? Didn’t you hear what I said?”
I smiled and licked my swollen lips. “You can tie me to the bed anytime you want. And I heard every word. I just… I still can’t believe it.”
Dawson reached down and kissed me again.
“In that case, I’ll just have to tell you every fucking day. I want you, and I want us. And seeing you today with my son, I…I want more. I want to tell him about us.”
I waited for the fear, the panic to rise up inside me.
But it never came.
“I want that too,” I admitted. “I don’t want to hide.”
Dawson’s answering smile knocked the remaining breath right out of my body.
Dawson
An hour later, after a long shower and with our stomachs rumbling for sustenance (tacos don’t last), Iain and I made our way down to his kitchen.
He was wearing my button-down with the sleeves rolled up, and a pair of grey sweatpants.
The shirt was long on him, but like everything the man wore, he was sexy as hell.
Especially when he had his long hair pulled up in a messy bun and the shirt started slipping off, exposing his shoulder.
I was tempted to haul him back into his bedroom and start all over again, but we both needed a break.
After all, we had the rest of the night.
I threw my jeans on, and since he had my shirt, I borrowed one of his. The T-shirt was tight on me, but Iain insisted. And hey, if he was happy, so was I.
And that’s how we strolled into the living room of his house, hand in hand.
Lennie was sitting at the dining room table with his laptop open, working. He glanced up at us, smiled briefly, nodded, then grabbed his laptop and headed for the guest wing. The privacy was appreciated.
I headed for the freezer since I was craving ice cream.
Then I remembered the cake.
My sweet tooth was in full force now that my other appetite had been sated.
Well, sated for now.
But I didn’t stray far from Iain. And he was the same, affectionate in a way I hadn’t anticipated, outside of sex. Whether it was a gentle touch on my back, a heated look, or simply holding my hand, the synergy and ease between us went well beyond the bedroom.
Part of it was because Iain and I had been around each other for the past several years.
There was a familiarity there, and a comfort that made the transition to lovers a bit easier.
I’d seen different sides of him, not just at work but here in his home, things that only someone who knew and worked with him closely had access to.
Trust.
In and out of the bedroom.
A gift I didn’t take lightly. And even though the same couldn’t be said about Iain’s access to my life, up until this point, at least, I was ready to let him in. We’d already started that today. Him meeting my son was a huge step.
I just hoped Jaxon would be all right with this turn of events.
I’d been open with my son about the fact that I liked to date men and women. But knowing that and having my boyfriend around were two very different things. And me having a boyfriend who was a famous musician to boot was a lot to handle.
That was probably true for me, as well as Jaxon.
Lost in my head, I stared at the contents of the freezer while Iain grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge.
Then he leaned up and kissed my cheek.
I was suddenly wide awake again.
I pulled out two containers of ice cream: mint chocolate chip and caramel fudge brownie.
As soon as I turned around, Iain raised an eyebrow at me.
“What? We burned a lot of calories.”
Iain sighed and gave me that heart-stopping smile of his. “Okay, but you’re lucky I love you. I don’t share mint chocolate chip with anyone.”
He what? He loves me?
I dropped both containers on the floor.
Iain slapped a hand over his mouth, his brown eyes wide with alarm.
“I don’t share caramel fudge brownie, so you’re lucky that I love you too,” I admitted, my smile so wide that my face fucking hurt.
Then I reached for him, one hand around his waist, pulling him in before he could backpedal.
I ignored the containers of ice cream near my feet and the fact that both of us were breathing so hard we’d probably pass out, and did what the circumstance called for.
I kissed Iain.
Hard.