Chapter 20 #4
“Get on the bed,” John grated out, his throat raw from the intrusive feel of Wyatt’s sex.
Wyatt climbed quickly into bed, practically stumbling, his stomach heaving with breath and cock deliciously full, hair tossed and lips parted in want. He, in this very moment, wanted to imprint this image of Wyatt in his mind forever and draw it out as long as he could.
“Touch yourself,” he growled.
Wyatt slowly traced his hand over the flat planes of his stomach and down to the apex of his masculinity, grasping it and tugging it upward.
“You’re beautiful,” John rasped.
Wyatt trembled, stroking himself, and John, unable to resist the visual temptation, took his own meaty cock in his hand, fisting over himself. Their eyes locked and held.
It was incredible.
He was incredible.
Breathtaking.
“Fuck,” John sighed. “Beautiful and mine. Aren’t you, baby?”
Wyatt swallowed, his throat bobbing, as he pulled his cock root to stem. “Yes, yes.” He arched upward, already writhing on the bed.
He slinked onto the bed, crawling over Wyatt’s body, ravenous for him in ways he didn’t understand and never knew he could be for a person. And yet he was. He wanted to be engulfed, consumed, and completely vanish into him.
With a roughness he didn’t anticipate from himself, John gripped Wyatt’s thighs and up over his hips, digging his fingers into him, marveling at his big dick and hard body.
“God, I want you,” he murmured, releasing him to reach for the lube on his nightstand and slickening it over the tips of his fingers before moving back beneath Wyatt, tilting his hips to give him access and feeling his tight entrance.
Wyatt cursed, gasping and vibrating against him as he slicked his rim, fingering him.
“So tight for me,” he whispered.
Wyatt shivered as he pushed a finger into his tight entrance. His other hand fondled his balls, cupping them roughly and watching his young cowboy squirm some more.
He slid another finger into him, causing Wyatt to buck against him, moaning deep in his chest.
“The sounds you make with just my fingers in your ass,” John said hoarsely. “I can’t wait to hear the sounds you make when it’s my dick.”
Wyatt whimpered, trying to hump John’s fingers, and he let him, enjoying the show of him rutting himself against him.
“That’s it, baby,” he drawled. “Show me how bad you want it.”
Wyatt’s eyes seared into his, fully blown out and almost unrecognizable with wanton horny lust. John just discovered Wyatt not only had a praise kink, but a dirty praise kink. The dirtier, the better.
“You’re such a good, slutty boy for me…” John praised, and Wyatt’s cock pulsed, leaking messily onto his stomach.
“Jesus, fuck…” Wyatt arched. “John…!”
He smiled deliciously down at his cock and sucked it into his lips, fingers deepening inside him, tasting the salty sweetness of his precum. He swirled his tongue around his engorged head before slowly popping off, watching it thump against Wyatt’s stomach so hard it looked almost painful.
Heat pooled into his veins at the needy, desperate sight of him as he speared him a few more times, watching him writhe and gasp before finally sliding out of him and pressing the head of his cock into his entrance.
“Are you ready, cowboy?” John asked, breathing constricted and heart hammering.
“Please!”
He bit his inner cheek, ridiculously pleased and turned on, excited to turn this cowboy into a messy, ruined puddle of limbs and bliss.
He held himself above Wyatt, hips locking into position as he pushed forward, sinking into his ass, his cock stretching his tight channel, and John nearly choked in pleasure.
“Oh fuck,” John panted, feeling the rushing build of his own climax throb to the tip of his sex and the base of his balls. It felt so fucking good as he pushed deeper and deeper until Wyatt let out a torrid cry from the pit of his throat.
He had fucked Wyatt before, but this felt different.
This felt like the first time, but better.
He couldn’t appreciate it before because he was so riddled with shame and armor, unwilling to receive the true pleasure from it.
Now, he was fully exposed. Fully unguarded, desperately needing to see how good it was for Wyatt and feel that inside himself—inside his heart. Because Wyatt was seared into his soul.
John pulled slowly out, feeling the tightness of his cheeks clench around his cock, drawing out the ecstasy.
He shuddered, and without waiting drove forward into a pounding thrust, hitting the prostate and causing a full back bend from Wyatt, who nearly launched off him.
John held him down and did it again and again.
The bed rocked against their combined movements.
He thundered into him relentlessly, watching Wyatt take it like the best bull riding champion, not once breaking rhythm. It was hypnotizing and…
“So fucking beautiful,” John admitted out loud, watching the tensing of Wyatt’s abdomen, his flexing hips, his clenched jaw as he held back the crushing orgasm. “So beautiful…”
John rutted into him, leaning over with both hands on the bed, fucking him with reverence. “My… good… dirty… cowboy. You take dick so fucking good.”
Wyatt moaned. It was loud, unhinged, and wild.
The sound went straight to his cock. He wasn’t sure how much longer he could do this and knew he wanted to see Wyatt crash before him.
He had to. John roughly reached between them, palming his throbbing cock as it slapped against his stomach, and tugged.
Wyatt squirmed and the tension around his cheeks slammed around John’s cock, hips bucking upward, eyes closed, straining—everything straining in glorious display just for him.
Mine.
He’s mine forever.
“Fuck, baby!” John groaned.
Wyatt shuddered, cock erupting in his hand, streams of his bliss flying upward to his chest and stomach, coating him with milky, creamy cum.
“Christ, you cum so fuckin’ good for me,” John rasped, mercilessly tugging another few pulsating jets from Wyatt’s cock as he continued to fuck him.
His tempo was jerky and wild, losing his sanity with each thrust. Wyatt, breathing hard while being rocked and pounded, reached between them, eyes locked with his.
He fingered his bliss and pushed it between John’s lips, who sucked his finger down greedily.
Tasting his man. Tasting the climax that John fucked out of him.
Tasting what was his.
That was his undoing.
He climaxed, breaking into Wyatt, shooting his load deep and hard into his tight ass. Wyatt clenched, milking and drawing him out, “God, yes…”
John shuddered, blinking back the stars behind his eyes.
He finally finished, heart racing as he slowly withdrew from him, body trembling.
Wyatt didn’t move or speak, merely looked at him, panting and coated in cum, looking irresistible.
John, taking a page out of Wyatt’s book of lovemaking, lowered himself over Wyatt’s deflated cock and licked his tongue lovingly over him. His cowboy hummed, reaching for him and scraping through his hair.
“Cleaning up the mess you made, daddy?” Wyatt said hoarsely.
John’s cock, impossibly, twitched.
He licked and licked, taking his time and marveling at the hard lines of Wyatt’s body with his tongue and lips. Dipping lower, to the place between his legs, Wyatt arched for him, giving him access to the dripping, ruined ass he just annihilated with his cock.
“Please,” Wyatt’s voice was throaty and rough.
John did what he asked, wanting to. He tilted Wyatt’s hips back, legs apart and ass open, pushed his beardy face between his cheeks and licked his puckered hole clean.
“Fuuuuck…” Wyatt gasped.
John tasted his cum leaking from him and pushed it back in with his tongue. Wyatt writhed against his face, slowly rocking his hips against him. It was a dirty sight.
Mine. Forever.
Thank fuck.
He finished cleaning him and sat back, smiling and panting, blood heating every limb of his body.
Wyatt swallowed, eyes at half mast, “You’re fucking good at that.”
John grinned, got up, and grabbed a towel from his bathroom, cleaning Wyatt and himself off before sliding into bed and spooning the loose-limbed cowboy against him, nuzzling the back of his neck. Wyatt sighed contentedly and pulled him close.
“I love fucking you,” John confessed, kissing Wyatt’s naked shoulder.
He hummed, “I love being fucked by you.”
“Good. Because I’ll need to do that at least once a week.”
Wyatt relaxed deeper into him and laughed. “Yes, fucking, sir.”
John smiled, his heart barely suppressing the words he was so desperate to say, and yet he didn’t know why, but he couldn’t say it.
Both men drifted off to sleep. And for the first time in their relationship, they knew that whatever tomorrow brought, they would be okay because they had each other.