Chapter 16
Wyatt
Jin announced the next bull rider, and the spotlight swung to Conner Hobbs.
Wyatt slipped over the barrier between them and said in a panted rush, “We have maybe five minutes.”
John nodded, touching the brim of his white hat and grinning.
Fuck, he looks good in my hat.
He quickly tugged John through the crowd and to the side of the stage, where a backstage bathroom was located.
“What about the trailer?” John asked, noticing where he was being taken.
“I’m not gonna make it.”
Which was true. Wyatt was so hard after that kiss and the ride, he was about to nut in his damned jeans like a teen, and he couldn’t have that. Not when John was here, wearing his hat and looking like a dream.
He dragged him through the dark backstage and into the personal bathroom stall. It was like an airplane bathroom, with a built-in sink and toilet. Not much, but just big enough for both of them.
Hands shaking with adrenaline and desire, he reached for his belt buckle, needing to get his throbbing cock free. “I wanna suck your cock, but I don’t think I can do it in here.”
John laughed breathlessly, “It’s okay.”
“It’s not,” he grumbled, pushing him roughly around to face him, hand grabbing John’s thickening sex and sighing. “I couldn’t stop thinking about riding you on that bull. Hearing you moan for me…”
John let out a gasp, arching into his palm, his cock filling it.
“I won’t last two minutes inside you,” Wyatt admitted.
“I don’t care. Just ride me, cowboy,” John panted.
And that’s all the permission he needed to hear.
He spun John around to face the sink. Slipping his leaking cock free and spitting into his hand, he lubed the pulsing flesh, nearly groaning at the sensation of his own fingers.
John made quick work of his pants and gave Wyatt his perfect, globe ass.
He palmed it roughly, unable to stop himself. John moaned.
He manhandled John’s sex, stroking it with a firm jerk, causing John to curse and latch onto the sink.
“I need…” Wyatt whispered into the back of his neck, sliding his slickened tip over John’s tight asshole.
“What?” John gasped.
Wyatt spat again, rubbing his fingers over the tight rim and nearly shooting his load at just touching his clenched hole.
“I need to be rough, daddy, is that all right?”
John’s head dropped between his shoulders, and he let out a tremulous breath. “Fuck yes.”
Wyatt pushed his leaking tip into the rim, slipping inside just enough before driving home.
John’s moan filled the space between them, and Wyatt felt nothing but the sensation of the tightness gripping his cock like a squeezing fist. It felt so good being back inside him that his knees buckled and he was forced to grip the sink, his hands next to John’s.
Something about being on stage, the bull ride, and seeing John in the crowd, blushing and his, unraveled the hard knot in his chest that had haunted him ever since he left Arizona.
He always thought Arizona was the home he could never return to. And for the first time in seven years, he felt something he thought he had lost.
Home.
And now being sheathed deep inside John, listening to his panted moans and feeling his tight channel clenching around him, he realized he could never leave him.
He was completely, utterly ruined for this man.
“Fuuuuck,” Wyatt hissed between clenched teeth as John arched his back against him and fucked himself on his cock.
Sweating and slick with body oil, he didn’t want to ruin John’s sexy blue suit.
But John was writhing against him in a way that was impossible to ignore, and he reared back before pounding forward.
He was back on the bull, driving his hips into him with that same hard, furious pace.
John took it all, gasping and whimpering with need.
“Look at me,” Wyatt demanded, dragging his fingers through John’s hair and pulling him up, making his back arch deeper into him, hips widening.
John’s haunting blue eyes were blown out with lust. Their eyes collided in the mirror, and Wyatt pushed the hat firmly on John’s head, slipping his hands down his sides and to his waist, drilling into him with an unstoppable pace.
The sounds of their dueling moans and slapping bodies echoed off the bathroom walls.
“Fuck, Wyatt,” John whispered, fisting his own cock. “I wanted to be that fucking bull…” his confession shot straight to his cock, and his balls began to tingle. “I wanted your cock stuffing me. Coming in me…”
Wyatt’s mind exploded, ingraining every breathy sigh, every word, burning them into his memory as his body responded with its own explosion, climaxing damn near violently. The orgasm was so brutal that he stopped breathing, shooting endless jets of cum into John’s tight ass.
John bucked against him and reached behind him to hold Wyatt close to his shoulder, ass cheeks squeezing around him, milking out the last drop as both men gasped for air.
They stayed exactly like that until his cock softened inside him, and unexpectedly, John reached further, his shoulder able to bend without pain or stiffness.
He captured Wyatt’s mouth with his and kissed him hungrily, thoroughly, lovingly.
Yes, yes…
Love me.
Wyatt nearly froze at the thought, and his heart slammed into the bones of his chest. He loved him. He loved John. And nothing scared him more than that reckless, wild emotion thrumming through his entire body, making him tremble.
“Are you okay?” John asked, breaking the kiss and searching his face with his warm blue eyes.
No. I’m fucking ruined.
I love you so goddamned much.
Wyatt slipped out of him, afraid John could see the love written all over his face. Without thinking, he dropped to his knees, shoved John’s cheeks apart with his hands, and licked the cum off his tight, leaking entrance.
John jerked against him, reminding him of the bull, and he instinctively caught his hips, sinking his face further into his ass, tonguing him relentlessly now.
“Wyatt… baby… oh fuck… you’re so… good.”
Wyatt reached between his legs and fondled his balls and hard dick roughly.
“Shit.” John grabbed onto the sink once more and sucked in a breath, letting Wyatt squeeze and suck and graze his teeth over him.
“You’re gonna shove your cock down my throat and fuck my face after I’m done destroying this tight fucking hole,” Wyatt rasped.
“Fuck-fuck-fuck…!”
Wyatt pushed both cheeks wide and licked him up and down the seam before pushing into the tight ring with his tongue, feeling the older man shake under his touch. But he wanted more. He wanted all.
He released him and turned, placing his naked back against the sink and forcing John to straddle his shoulders while standing, precum smearing his thick, red tip.
Wyatt swallowed, looking up at him. “Fuck my face. Use me.”
John, breathing hard, nodded. He grabbed a handful of Wyatt’s hair and guided his sex into his mouth.
They were impossibly close.
The small confines of the bathroom and its position forced Wyatt to be engulfed by this man.
The musky scent of his sex filled his nostrils as he slowly thrusted down his mouth and into his throat.
The way his fingers dug and gripped his hair, pulling and yanking.
His body shivered. John’s arousal and body’s reaction to this was stunning. Perfect. Intoxicating.
It was so fucking hot that his own cock was slowly coming back to life. He liked the weight of John practically sitting on his shoulders, spearing his mouth.
Wyatt slapped John’s plump ass hard, sucking at the same time. He gasped and bucked forward. Wyatt did it again on the other side, his mouth full to the brim with John’s thick, beautiful dick.
He grabbed his globe cheeks roughly and dug his fingers ruthlessly into them, wanting to bruise his fucking ass with his grip, focusing John to thrust deeper down his throat, which he took, relaxing the muscles and gagging only a little.
John cursed heavily and let Wyatt guide him, curling his biceps as he pushed John’s entire body forward, thrusting into his mouth over and over, saliva pooling and dripping from his lips.
“That’s it, baby,” John whispered, eyes intent on the movement of his thick erection sliding in and out of Wyatt’s mouth. “You’re perfect… you’re…” his gaze held his, “Mine. You’re mine.”
Wyatt groaned, heart hammering, watching John ride his face, humping himself onto him.
“You want that, don’t you, baby?” John breathed. “To belong to me… only me…”
Yes! Forever, if you’ll let me.
He hummed instead, cock miraculously rehardening between his legs.
“No one else gets to know what your cock feels like but me,” John husked, his tone low and edgy. “No one will ever know how good you are at sucking cock…”
Wyatt’s grip hardened, sucking ruthlessly, causing John to lean into him, knees buckling.
“I want you all the time,” John confessed. “All the fucking time…”
Wyatt finally fisted a hand over his cock and squeezed, unable to stop the building pressure and annihilating feel of this moment.
“Wyatt,” he chanted like a prayer, his big, paw-like hands cradling his face as he came.
It wasn’t rough like it had been, more like a revelation, exposing John for all his vulnerabilities and accepting it.
Wyatt watched tears touch the corner of John’s eyes as he unloaded into his mouth.
He swallowed, milking him thoroughly and dragging every ounce out of his body.
John stared down at him. “God, look at you, baby. So beautiful. So perfect…”
Wyatt shuddered, slowly slipping John’s sex out of his mouth and gasping.
John flicked a lazy, gentle thumb over his lips. “I’ve never done anything like this before.”
The affectionate way John was looking at him made him question if he was referring to the heady, frantic bathroom sex or something else…
Wyatt managed to get to his feet and pulled him into his arms, letting him rest against him. He shoved his aching cock back into his jeans, wanting to focus on John.