Intoxicating, page 18
“Green. Green. Green,” Wyatt chanted, dropping his forehead to his folded hands.
This time, it was Linc’s turn on his knees. He spread Wyatt’s ass, cock leaking at the sight of his slightly puffy hole. Wyatt loved to fuck himself hard on Linc’s fingers, sometimes too hard. Fuck, someday soon, he’d make Wyatt ride his cock with the same eagerness. But not tonight. He leaned forward and swept his tongue across Wyatt’s entrance.
“Oh, fuck.”
Linc smiled, spreading him wider. He licked and sucked at Wyatt’s tight pucker, loosening him up one swipe at a time until he could spear his tongue inside. Wyatt was a sobbing mess of half-bitten-off moans and half-formed sentences as he babbled nonsense.
“Daddy… Daddy… Please… I can’t… You have… You… Fuck, please… Oh, God. Oh, fuck. Deeper. Oh, you feel so good.”
Linc reached for the lube, coating his fingers and rubbing over Wyatt’s hole before pressing his index finger inside. Linc bit off a groan as the tight suction of Wyatt’s body pulled him deeper into the soft heat. Fuck. He squeezed his cock, trying to stave off the orgasm that was already way too close for them having done next to nothing. Just listening to Wyatt lose his mind was almost enough to get Linc off.
“More. We’ve done this before. I can take it. Please,” Wyatt begged through ragged breaths, fucking himself on Linc’s finger.
Linc added a second and eventually a third, working both in and out, massaging Wyatt’s prostate on every other pass until he was grinding himself back on Linc and fucking himself against the sheets. Linc used his free hand to spank him. “Stop that,” he growled, pulling free of Wyatt’s body and wiping his hand on the comforter. “On the bed.”
Wyatt crawled onto the mattress and collapsed on his stomach, burying his face in the pillow.
Linc followed, pulling the boy’s shorts down and off. “Roll over on your back. I want to look at you.”
The command seemed to shake Wyatt, freezing him in place for a split second before he rolled over. He placed his feet flat on the mattress, knees bent, his hand migrating toward his cock. “Don’t even think about it,” Linc warned. “The only way you’re coming is with me buried inside you.”
Wyatt’s gaze went hazy, his hand falling to his side. Linc sat between Wyatt’s knees, his legs framing Wyatt’s body. He leaned forward, pressing a reassuring kiss against Wyatt’s lips before pulling his lower body onto his lap and rubbing his hands over the petal-soft skin of his abdomen. He slid the condom on and slicked himself with lube, rubbing his cock between Wyatt’s cheeks until the head was snug against his entrance.
“Are you sure?” Linc asked one last time.
Wyatt stared at Linc incredulously. “Yes. A thousand times yes. Consent given. Green means go. Fuck me. Fuck. Do it. Just make me yours for real. Please.”
Linc pressed forward before Wyatt quit talking, breaching past the first ring of muscle and sinking into the tightest heat he’d ever known. In his head, Linc recited the Military Articles of Conduct, trying to get a grip on himself. He was only at article two when he felt Wyatt’s body seize around him.
Wyatt squeezed his eyes shut, his hands fisting in the sheets as his body betrayed him, and the searing burn forced tears from his eyes. No. No. No. No. No. Please, not now. He wanted this, wanted Linc. More than he could ever put into words. Frustration stole his breath like a lead weight on his chest. This wasn’t fair. It just wasn’t. Why did this keep happening to him? It didn’t make any sense. He pushed heavy breaths out through his nose, trying to force his body to relax, to accept Linc’s invasion, but he couldn’t stop trembling.
“Wyatt?”
The concern in Linc’s voice only increased the weight on his chest, making it harder to breathe. He shook his head, swiping at the tears on his cheeks. “I’m fine, okay? Look, you know it hurts but don’t stop. Please.” Linc’s brows collapsed as he examined Wyatt’s face. After a moment, he shifted. Wyatt snatched at his arms. “No! Please, don’t leave. I can do this. I can. I swear it.”
Wyatt hated the desperation in his voice, the way his words caught on a sob, but he was all in now. If he didn’t follow through with this, he’d never risk it again. He needed to work through it, not around it. Between his runny makeup, his tears, and the cold sweat breaking along his skin, he was sure he looked like a horror movie. This was not sexy and not at all what Linc had signed on for. Jesus. He wanted to pull the pillow up over his face and just die. Why would anybody want to deal with all this?
Linc rubbed soothing circles on Wyatt’s thighs. “Hey. I’m not leaving you. I’m just getting into a more comfortable position…for both of us…okay?”
Linc talked to him like a negotiator trying to talk a person off a ledge. If there was a god, the bed would just open and swallow him whole. Linc was likely regretting every life choice that had led him to that moment. He sucked in a pained breath as Linc’s movement jostled them both, forcing him deeper inside. Then the reassuring weight of Linc’s body pressed Wyatt into the mattress, his elbows bracketing either side of Wyatt’s head.
Wyatt couldn’t bring himself to look at Linc. He stared at the dead center of his chest, like it held the secret to all of life’s mysteries. He was too afraid of what he’d see when he looked at Linc’s face. But as the seconds ticked on, morbid curiosity had him dragging his eyes upward.
Linc gave him a soft smile. “Hi.”
Wyatt swallowed hard, staring up into eyes the color of warm honey. “Hey.”
“So, how are you enjoying your first time so far? I think we’re killing it, no?” His tone was light, almost conversational.
Wyatt gave a wet laugh then winced at the sharp pain in his ass. His smile slipped as disappointment spread through him. He buried his head against Linc’s throat. “I’m so sorry.”
“Hey, look at me.” Meeting Linc’s gaze took a Herculean effort. “Forget everything else, okay? Just kiss me. You can do that, right?”
Wyatt lifted his head, barely brushing his lips across Linc’s, feeling timid. Linc slanted his mouth over his, his tongue slipping inside. They’d kissed a thousand times but never like that, never slow, methodical, like there was no other agenda other than to just connect somehow. Wyatt had never kissed anybody like that, and it set a whole fleet of butterflies loose in his belly.
He’d never considered sex intimate, more a simple exchange. It was about need. Get off and get out, hope nobody recognized his face. Even with Linc, it was only temporary. They were only temporary. But it didn’t feel temporary. Linc’s whole body covered him with this perfect pressure. They fit together like puzzle pieces, two halves of the same whole somehow just existing in each other’s space, the only sound the quiet huffs of their breathing and their lips meeting and parting again and again. It felt intimate and real…
It felt like forever.
Soft kisses grew urgent. Wyatt’s heart beat faster, his breath coming in ragged pants, his cock fully back on board with the pain of Linc’s invasion, now just a dull ache. He shifted his hips, sucking in a sharp breath.
“You okay?”
Wyatt paused, considering the question, rocking his hips forward just slightly to test his body. “Yeah, I think so. Can…can we try again?”
Linc’s breath rushed out through his nose. “Yeah, most definitely.”
Linc sat back on his knees, his cock slipping free of Wyatt.
Wyatt panicked. “What are you doing?”
Linc leaned forward, smacking a kiss on Wyatt’s open mouth. “Trust me.”
He reached for the lube, reapplying it to the condom and smearing it across Wyatt’s hole once more before the blunt pressure was back. His heartbeat skipped as Linc pressed inside, his hands reaching out to grip Linc’s shoulders.
“Linc.” He hated the panic in his voice.
“Listen, we can stop anytime you want, just say the word. Otherwise, just focus on me.” Linc brushed his lips across his forehead. “On this. It’s just you and me.”
Wyatt had the overwhelming urge to cry. He stuffed it down. Linc looked at Wyatt like he wasn’t broken. He took care of him, made sure he ate, made sure he drank enough water, watched over him. It was why Wyatt had chosen him, why Wyatt trusted only him. It was why he was pretty sure he was in love with him. Just a bit.
Linc pressed forward. “Am I hurting you?” he asked, his jaw clenched.
Did it hurt? It stung a bit, but in a good way. Mostly, he just felt full, overwhelmed…wanted. Having Linc buried inside him made any pain worth it. He’d spent days wanting this, wanting Linc to fill him up, possess him in every way, use his body for his own pleasure. He’d needed to be Linc’s in every way, and now, he was. “No. I’m good… It’s good. Don’t stop.”
Linc rolled his hips once and then a second time before he stopped again, dropping his head to Wyatt’s shoulder, his back rising and falling with heavy breaths, his limbs quaking just a bit. It was probably adrenaline, but Wyatt hoped, maybe, it was just a little overwhelming for Linc, too.
As the seconds ticked by, Wyatt rubbed his cheek against Linc’s, reveling in the burn of Linc’s stubble against his skin. “I’m good. You can move now.”
Linc made a gruff noise. “Oh, I’m not lying here for you. Do you have any idea how good you feel?” He shifted his hips, and Wyatt moaned. “You’re so hot and tight and perfect. Fuck, your body is just… I just…I just need a minute.”
The weight on Wyatt’s chest lifted, and the sudden lightness made him almost dizzy. Linc was close to losing it. Wyatt had done that. “It’s okay if it doesn’t last long,” he reassured him. “I’m probably already going to feel like you took a battering ram to my ass tomorrow as it is.”
“That’s romantic,” Linc said around a soft laugh. He pulled back enough to look Wyatt in the eye. “Are you sure you’re okay?”
“I’ve never been better. I promise.” When Linc looked unsure, Wyatt pulled out the only weapon in his arsenal. He gave Linc his best pout. “Fuck me, Daddy. I need it.” It wasn’t a lie.
“Christ. You don’t fight fair, kid.” He threaded his fingers in Wyatt’s hair, their mouths meeting as he rocked into Wyatt. With each thrust, his body relaxed a little more, opening for Linc, and soon, Wyatt’s hands were fisting in the sheets, his hips driving up to meet Linc. But it wasn’t enough. No matter how deep Linc went, it just wasn’t enough. He needed more.
Linc shifted above him, pushing Wyatt’s knees higher. On the next thrust, bursts of lightning shot along his spine. “Oh, God. Oh, fuck. Do that again,” he begged.
“Yeah? You like that, baby?” Linc growled. “You want more?”
Linc’s words had Wyatt’s cock throbbing. “Yes, Daddy. Please.”
Linc sat back on his knees, dragging Wyatt’s hips closer, practically folding him in half before fucking into him once more. Wyatt’s brain fell offline. He couldn’t think, couldn’t form a complete sentence. Each time Linc found Wyatt’s prostate, it dragged animalistic sounds from him until his cock leaked with every thrust.
“Daddy, I need…more. I want more.”
Wyatt wasn’t sure what more he wanted. He didn’t know what to ask for, but Linc clearly did. He slung his hips faster, driving impossibly deeper, hitting Wyatt just right. Wyatt felt like he was hurtling toward a cliff.
Wyatt sobbed when Linc’s hand finally closed around his neglected cock. “Yes, please. Please.”
Linc’s grip was tight, his only lube Wyatt’s own fluids. It was just this side of painful as Linc’s strokes kept time with his thrusts. It was so much, too much, but not enough. The fullness in his ass and Linc’s unforgiving pace as he worked his cock made him feel close. So close. “Can I come, Daddy? Please… Oh, God. I’m gonna… Please, say it’s okay. Please, say it’s okay.”
Linc growled low. “Come for me.”
Light exploded behind Wyatt’s eyes as pleasure flung him over the edge, and he came hard, painting his abs and chest with his release.
Linc drove into Wyatt once more, his body going rigid as he came with a guttural shout. He dropped his head to Wyatt’s shoulder, his body shivering through the aftershocks.
“Are you okay?” Linc breathed against his ear.
“I’m more than okay. I’m amazing,” Wyatt answered honestly. “I’m pretty sure I can hear color now. That was…wow.”
Linc smiled, pressing another kiss to Wyatt’s forehead before he slipped from Wyatt’s body. He removed the condom, tying it off before dropping it in the trash beside Wyatt’s bed.
“I’ll be right back.”
The bed felt empty with his exit. Wyatt watched Linc pad naked to the bathroom. He returned with a wet washcloth, cleaning Wyatt up before tossing the cloth on the floor. “We’ll take a shower in a while,” Linc declared, dropping back into bed and pulling Wyatt against him.
“I don’t think my legs will hold me up yet,” Wyatt said around a huge yawn.
Linc reached over and switched off the lamp. A thin sliver of moonlight cut a path across the floor, stopping just short of the bed. Wyatt stared at it until he grew cross-eyed, waiting for the panic to set in. But, for the moment, it seemed all his demons were sleeping. Maybe Linc had worn them out too. The thought made him smile.
“I like when you smile. You should do it more often.”
Wyatt looked up to find Linc studying him. He couldn’t imagine what he looked like after all this. His makeup was likely long gone, except for his mascara. He probably looked like he’d escaped from a goth band. There was nothing he could do about it. He just shook his head. “I smile all the time.”
Linc scoffed. “No, you smirk, like the bratty little shit you are, but you rarely just smile.”
Wyatt shrugged, looking away. “I smile when I’m happy. There’s just not usually much to smile about.”
Linc fisted his hand in Wyatt’s hair, tugging his gaze back to him. “But you’re happy now?”
Heat flooded Wyatt’s cheeks, and he was grateful the lights were off. “Yeah, I think I am.”
“Good,” Linc grunted.
The words slipped out before he could stop them. “Are you?”
Wyatt’s heart sank when Linc fell silent, but then he pulled him closer, tucking Wyatt’s head under his chin. “Yeah, kid. I think I am too.”
“Good.”
It wasn’t good. It was a disaster, but Wyatt would deal with that later… Much later. What was the harm in pretending, just for a little while, that he could have a happy ending?
Linc disliked many things—Miami traffic, homophobes, people who used their hazard lights in the rain—but there were three things he truly hated: unanswered questions, sugary breakfast cereal, and fucking cartoons. This morning, all three things were assaulting him at once, making his left eye throb.
Beside him, Wyatt sat with his pajama-clad legs tucked beneath him, his mouth full of cereal as he laughed at a sentient sponge wearing pants. Linc usually didn’t allow Wyatt junk food first thing in the morning, but yesterday, he’d promised the boy anything he wanted if he made it through his father’s charity luncheon without incident. Wyatt had chosen morning blow jobs and Lucky Charms, and Linc was a man of his word.
He was all about reinforcing good behavior, and he didn’t think he’d ever grow tired of blowing Wyatt, but the smell of soggy marshmallows and sugary milk set his teeth on edge as much as the cartoon blaring from the television. The cartoons weren’t as much a part of the original negotiations so much as an addendum Wyatt had proposed a split second before he’d maneuvered himself down on Linc’s cock an hour ago. He’d pled and pouted and called him Daddy all while staring up at him with those big green eyes and enthusiastically pleading his case. Wyatt had ridden his Daddy’s cock like a boy who really wanted to watch cartoons, which was how Linc, now showered and shaved, sat on the sofa, listening to Wyatt snort with laughter as the carefully constructed walls he’d built around his dysfunctional childhood crumbled.
In the Hudson household, cartoons and cereal were more than pantry staples. Linc grew up in seedy pay-by-the-hour motels where the dirty carpets would leave your feet black, the linens always held suspicious stains, and there were never any kitchens. There were weeks when he and his sister had lived on nothing but knock-off brand dry cereal bought with change scrounged from couch cushions and mined from the sea of unwrapped candy and loose tobacco always floating in the bottom of his mother’s purse.
His mother would often disappear for days, leaving Ellie to figure out how to get them to school and home—when their mother had remembered to register them for school. Late at night, his sister would stick VHS tapes of Bugs Bunny or Tom and Jerry into the VCR so they didn’t have to listen to the sounds of sirens, drunken brawls, or the prostitutes conducting business in the rooms next door. Cartoons were the background music to every bad thing in Linc’s life until his mom died and he escaped to the military. All these years later, they still made his skin crawl.
Despite all this, Linc let Wyatt have his cereal and his cartoons because, for the first time in almost a week, he seemed to be enjoying himself. Which led to the third thing Linc hated: unanswered questions. Something had changed in Wyatt since Linc had fucked him. It wasn’t an obvious change, more a tension in his face, the anxious look in his eyes when Linc wasn’t punishing him or buried inside him. When Wyatt didn’t have something to distract him, he grew restless, agitated, like a caged animal, but whenever Linc asked if something was wrong, Wyatt would smile and say he was fine.
The front door slammed wide, and Wyatt jumped, lurching to the other side of the couch on instinct, glaring at Charlie as she dropped her oversized handbag on the counter.
She shrugged. “What? If the deadbolt was in place, I wouldn’t be standing here right now. You two should be more careful.”
She plopped down between them on the sofa, swinging her sandaled feet into Wyatt’s lap as she dropped her head onto Linc’s thigh. “Dude, you didn’t tell me your sister was such a smoke show.”
