Chapter 10 #3
The orgasm chased through his bloodstream, shooting shockwaves over his tip, ready to spew at any second. Their eyes briefly met before returning to their cocks being stroked in their hands.
It was a dirty, glorious sight.
Lawson’s cock was leaking all over them.
“Make a mess of me, cowboy,” John growled, the words tumbling out of his mouth.
Lawson let out a loud moan, so loudly that John was surprised. Lawson never made that sound before as it tore from his throat. He fucking needed more. He wanted to hear it again, and again.
He fisted and jerked them off, breathing hard. “You were thinking about this all night, weren’t you, Lawson? Wanting to cum for me… Please me…”
Lawson jerked, jaw slack and eyes glazed, close to coming.
“You wanna take care of me?” John husked out.
“Yes, yes…” Lawson’s panted plea was music to his ears.
“Cum on my dick, baby.”
Lawson’s eyes flew to his, and in that instant, his cock spasmed in John’s hand, drenching him with hot, pulsing streams of creamy bliss.
His pulse shuddered at the sight, reaching to grab Lawson by the throat, still thrusting into his palm, thumb sliding over his soaked tip. “Good fucking boy…”
Lawson made that sound again, this time whimpering as he jerked into John’s hand, his cock rearing up as another wave of his climax spurted from his messy red tip.
Fuck.
John groaned, feeling his own orgasm finally slam into him, and he dragged Lawson into a searing kiss, unloading against him, wanting to paint his perfect black shirt and pants with his cum.
And Lawson, his pulse frantic against John’s fingertips at his throat, let him.
Lawson’s kiss was pure heat and intensity.
Suddenly, the young cowboy dropped once more to his knees and cleaned John’s dick with his tongue, lapping up their spent bliss.
He gasped, watching in amazement as his cowboy sucked his limp dick into his mouth as though worshiping him, and not wanting to let this moment go.
Or maybe he wanted more praise.
Lawson’s tongue slid underneath his cock, licking his balls.
“Fuck… baby…” John whispered.
Lawson pushed his entire face into him now, hat falling off the back of his head, tongue and mouth sucking his sacks.
“Is this what you want?” John asked, something opening inside him. Something forbidden and extraordinary. Exciting, new, and fucking thrilling.
Lawson hummed, desperate eyes flashing upward.
“Get up,” John commanded breathlessly.
Lawson did, and they kissed, long and hard.
“We’re still meeting tomorrow?” Lawson asked, a hint of anxiousness in his tone that surprised John yet again. The power between them shifted, and he still wasn’t sure what to make of it.
“Once a week,” John said licking his lips, hands all over Lawson’s body. Something dark filled his stomach at the sight of his cum, a stained mess on his black shirt.
They had both marked each other.
“I need you,” Lawson grated out, kissing him along the edge of his neck again. “Fuck, that was so fuckin’ hot. I need more…”
The desperation in his tone was so sexy, so needy. John hummed, greeting his lips with his own, tonguing him into submission.
“Tomorrow night,” John muttered between their lips. “I’ll text you the hotel.”
“Thank god,” Lawson whimpered. “Sunday, too.”
John smiled, “You’re pushing it.”
“Do you have any idea the crazy amount of gay or bi-men who would climb over hot coals just to hear you call them ‘baby’? Fuck, John. You are a daddy-wet-dream.”
John leaned back, tensing. “Daddy?”
Lawson’s hands moved up and down his chest, breathing hard, sucking on his bottom lip, and John couldn’t help but reach out and place his thumb there instead. Lawson moaned, sucking in the pad of his thumb.
“Has no one called you that before?” Lawson asked, astounded.
He shook his head, thoroughly confused, and yet the way Lawson was looking at him seemed to short-circuit a part of his brain that logically told him that they were both actively, if not aggressively, crossing the lines and making plans to cross them again.
It was electrifying and terrifying all at once.
“I can’t imagine taking you to the gay club by my apartment, you’d be mauled.
Daddies in our world are older men who date younger men—they're more dominant, powerful, sometimes mentors, and usually cooler. You, in every, single, fucking, way.” Lawson sighed, taking his thumb and opening his palm over his mouth, kissing the heartlines. “Daddy is praise in the highest form.”
John suddenly laughed and released him. “I need to get out more.”
“Only after you're done with me,” Lawson whispered, gaze averted.
His stomach clenched. “Done with you?”
“I think we both know that those rules you made were to keep people away, John,” Lawson unexpectedly blushed. “Especially someone like me.”
“What do you mean?” he asked, tone unexpectedly gravelly.
Lawson’s eyes softened and he stepped back, looking more like a man to him than ever before, capable, sure and strong, even with the vulnerability reflected on his face.
He picked up his hat and brushed off the rain and leaves on his jeans, raking his fingers through the gorgeous dirty blond locks before slipping it back on.
“I’m just a page in your book. Not a chapter of any meaning.
And when you’re done having fun with me, I just hope to hell that I can let go, too. ”
Lawson had just admitted to what John had been worried about almost the entire evening. The only difference between them was that John was too afraid to say it in return.