Chapter 40
IAIN
We hadn’t had sex in weeks, and it felt like forever.
I needed Dawson, and I needed him right fucking now.
I was half naked when Dawson stood up, so quickly that his dining chair toppled over. I went to grab it, but he shook his head.
“Leave it,” he demanded, pulling off his sweatshirt and jeans in record time. Then he reached for my pants, pushing them down my hips.
Suddenly, he looked up at me and paused. “Are you sure you’re ready?”
“Yes! I need you inside me so bad.”
His hands were shaking, and so were mine. To prove my point, I stepped out of my jeans and turned around, bending over the kitchen island, offering up my ass.
“Right here, right now.”
“It feels like forever since I touched you like this,” Dawson whispered as he slid in behind me, his hard cock brushing my ass, his nipples teasing the skin on my back.
“I was just thinking the exact same thing,” I moaned, as I tilted my head.
Dawson pushed my hair aside and bit and sucked on my neck in that spot that drove me wild. I reached back to grab his hip, to pull him in closer.
“Need you so much,” he growled against my overheated skin.
He stood back, and I whimpered, not wanting the separation.
Until he dropped to his knees, spread my cheeks, and tormented my ass with his hot, wicked tongue.
Fuck, this man knew how to rim me straight to heaven.
I panted, my hands flat against the countertop, while the intense pleasure licked up my spine, making my cock throb harder. My balls were aching, so full and heavy. I hadn’t even jerked off lately, but now I was so fucking ready.
I went to slip my hand around my cock, but Dawson grunted.
“Don’t touch that. It’s mine.”
God, I loved when he talked to me like that. So possessive. In the very best way.
I obeyed him because I knew what was coming next was going to blow my mind and my load.
He pushed his face into my ass and continued to eat me out, teasing my asshole with skillful flicks of his tongue. I nearly screamed when he pushed his tongue into my hole and fucked me with it. I tilted my hips back, wanting more. Desperate for all the filthy pleasure.
Dawson swatted my ass, and the sharp sting only made me moan louder, the pain-pleasure an exquisite torment.
When he moved, I protested. “Hurry up.”
With one hand, he gently pushed me towards the counter until my chest hit the cool marble, and I was fully exposed to him.
“This olive oil will have to do in place of lube. I’m so fucking turned on I’m just about ready to spill my load.”
Fuck, his intense want for me was so hot. “Do it. I need you now.”
I heard a bottle cap opening; then his slick hand slid down my crease. He pushed one finger inside me. I was relaxed from the rimming, so I didn’t need much prep. I was needy and desperate for him.
“Look at you. So good for me, just begging for me to fill you up,” Dawson whispered as he slid a second finger in, pumping in and out with increasingly fast strokes. “You want my cock, sweetheart? You want my cum?”
“Yes,” I groaned loudly.
His other hand teased my hip and then slid around to tug my cock.
“So hard for me. But this is mine. You only come when I tell you.”
“Yes, fuck yes! Please. Dawson, fuck me.”
“I love it when you beg like that,” he groaned out. “Who do you belong to? Say it.”
“You, only you. I love you.”
I gasped as his fingers began to fuck me harder, faster.
“I love you more,” he panted in response.
And then his fingers were gone, and I felt the head of his cock push into my hole.
Fuck, the intense burn, the fullness, it was so fucking good I could only moan and plead for more.
Dawson’s hips snapped, and he pushed inside me all the way until his balls hit my ass. With one hand on my shoulder holding me down and the other on my hip, I was at his mercy. The only thing I could do was swivel my hips, but even then, I was captive to the punishing pace Dawson was setting.
But hell, it wasn’t just my body captive to him.
My heart, my soul, everything I had to give, I gave to Dawson.
And I wouldn’t have it any other way.
Dawson
I wanted to live inside Iain.
The way this incredible man trusted me, fuck, it was the hottest thing ever.
And after long, stressful weeks, we needed this. We needed to reconnect on this primal level, just me and him, nothing between us but our passion, our love.
I glanced down at Iain’s long, lithe back, his skin slick with sweat, his blond hair a disheveled mess. And then back down to his ass, where he and I were joined.
Nothing separating us.
He was mine, and I was his, and this was it.
He was so beautiful—vulnerable and strong in the same breath. Iain had my total and unwavering attention, devotion, and love.
I fucking loved this man so much.
Sweat slipped down my face and neck as I pumped my hips harder and faster, my hand moving in tandem as I tugged on Iain’s cock. His gasps and moans grew louder, and combined with the filthy sound of my skin slapping against his, it was heady.
“Baby, right there! Don’t stop!” Iain shouted.
I thrust faster, desperate to give Iain everything he needed. As my climax grew stronger, my pace became frantic. My grip on his shoulder tightened as I pounded his ass over and over. I wanted to last longer, but we were both desperate.
That ultimate point of pleasure grew sharper and more intense with every thrust.
“I’m going to give you…everything,” I panted. “Everything I have is yours, Iain.”
“Dawson, oh God, oh fuck,” Iain chanted.
His cock jerked in my hand, and I knew.
“That’s it, sweetheart. Come for me. Give it all to me.”
Iain shouted my name as he released all over my hand. His asshole clamped down hard around my dick.
My orgasm was just within reach.
Iain was still writhing and trembling in the aftershocks, gasping for air. And when he turned his head over his shoulder and our eyes locked, that was it for me.
I came long and hard, moaning his name and releasing so much cum in his ass that it began to slip out of his tight hole, along with the oil I’d used as lube.
We were a filthy, beautiful mess.
“I never knew,” Iain gasped.
I continued to rock my hips, not wanting to stop. The aftershocks rolled through my body, and I ran my hand down Iain’s back.
“Knew what?”
“That kitchens could be so sexy.”
I laughed and finally pulled out of the warmth of his body.
Watching my cum slide out of Iain’s hole was so fucking satisfying. I rubbed his tender ass, and he finally stood back up.
Turning around, he reached up and captured my lips, each kiss deeper and more drugging than the last.
“How about we clean up here and then go back to our bedroom?” he whispered against my lips.
“Our?”
“What’s mine is yours and ours.”
I smiled at him. “That sounds like a big commitment.”
“It is.”
“Are you ready for it?”
“Are you gonna chase me if I freak out and do a runner?” Iain quipped.
“Always.”
“Then I’m good. But be patient with me.”
“I will,” I whispered, pulling him in tightly. “You’ve been strong, sweetheart. But you can lean on me.”
“I think—” Iain paused and looked up at me with earnest eyes. “I need to go back home. I mean, Rhode Island, to see my dad.”
I nodded.
“Do you want me to come with you?”
Iain kissed me again. “Thank you for the offer, but this is something I need to do on my own. I can’t keep letting the past haunt me. I’ll always miss my mom, and that will never change, but I think it’s time I finally sat down with my dad and told him how I feel. Even if he’s not ready, I am.”
“Every day, you amaze me,” I replied, pulling his body in tighter. “You’re brave and strong, and I’m so fucking proud of you.”
Iain flushed, and it made my heart clench.
“I don’t think I deserve that.” He leaned in and kissed my collarbone gently. “I didn’t have the courage to face him before.”
“You were so young, and you wanted to get on with your life; it’s only normal.”
“Maybe you’re right. Timing is everything. And now it’s you and me. Us. I couldn’t do this without your support,” he returned.
“You would, but I’m honored to stand by your side. I will support you no matter what. And I know you’d do the same for me.”
“I would. I will.” Iain cupped my face in his hands. “I promise you here and now.”
We sealed his words with a tender kiss.