Page 75 of Broken Wheels

“Put one foot on the bed,” Dixon gasped. “You can go even deeper.”

Josh did as he suggested, groaning when his body slammed against Dixon’s, the smack of flesh meeting flesh loud in the quiet room.

“Aw fuck, just like that. Love it when you’re balls-deep.”

Josh loved it too, the sight of Dixon’s arched back, the muscles rippling over his shoulder blades, the way his ass cheeks rippled with every impact. He knew the end was imminent, and a fervent desire burned through him.

“I want to see your face,” he said, pulling free. More than that, he yearned for Dixon’s lips on his.

Dixon rolled onto his back and shifted toward the center of the bed. He grabbed his legs and drew them up to his chest.

Josh climbed onto the bed and knelt at Dixon’s ass. He sank back into his body with a sigh, then leaned over to kiss him, his elbows bracketing Dixon’s head.

Dixon’s gaze locked onto his. “Now fuck me into the mattress, Doc.” His voice was rough.

Josh began to rock into him, slowly at first, but gathering speed. He moaned into Dixon’s kiss, hips pumping, driving both of them to the edge. Dixon let go of his legs and wrapped his arms around Josh, his heels digging into Josh’s ass, urging him deeper, faster.

Josh moaned as he came, his cock gripped by Dixon’s body. It felt never-ending as he emptied his balls, but when he was finally spent, he collapsed onto Dixon, his chest and torso covered in sweat. Dixon kissed him, slow, tender kisses on his forehead, nose, cheeks, and lips, his hands on Josh’s neck and shoulder.

When he’d recovered sufficiently, Josh propped himself up on his hands. “You haven’t come.”

Dixon smiled. “I was hoping you’d take care of that for me.”

Josh eased his still half-hard dick from Dixon’s body. He took Dixon’s cock in one hand, and slid a couple of fingers into him, feeling for his prostate.

Dixon nodded. “Make me come.”

He worked Dixon’s shaft and ass, both hands in harmony, and before long, Dixon’s breathing grew labored, and the flush on his chest and neck deepened. Josh didn’t look away but focused on his face, enraptured by Dixon’s moans as he neared orgasm. And when warmth covered Josh’s hand and Dixon’s hole gripped his fingers, Josh was mesmerized by Dixon’s expression, his parted lips and widened eyes.

Dixon took hold of Josh’s hand. “Let me lick it clean.”

Josh watched as Dixon licked up every drop. He stretched out beside Dixon and snuggled against him, Dixon’s arms enveloping him.

“Well, that was an eye-opener,” he murmured, stroking Dixon’s damp chest.

“What was? Topping?” Dixon chuckled. “I’m guessing you liked it.”

Josh propped himself up on one elbow and met Dixon’s amused gaze. “I did, but the reason why I did might surprise you.”

Dixon stuffed a pillow under his head, all trace of humor fled. “You’ve got my attention.”

Josh circled Dixon’s nipple with a finger. “I loved it when you topped. It felt amazing. But when I was licking your….” He paused.

“Hole, Doc.” Dixon grinned. “You were licking my hole. Gotta tell you, rimming could fast become my favorite way to spend time.”

Josh nodded vigorously. “And that’s what I’m talking about. Because all of a sudden, it wasn’t about what I got out of it—it was all about you, how much pleasure it gave you.”

Dixon hauled Josh onto him and kissed him on the lips. “Doesn’t surprise me. You’re a very generous man. And that’s how sex should be—a mutual effort to make each other feel good.”

Josh shifted until his head rested on Dixon’s chest. “Looks like we succeeded.” Another pause. “You have presented me with a bit of a dilemma, though.”

“I have?”

He smiled against Dixon’s chest. “Yeah. The next time one of us wants to do this? I’ll be spoiled for choice.”

Dixon chuckled. “There are so many things I want to explore with you. Who knows? Maybe one day we’ll go online and order you some chaps and spurs, and we can play real cowboy.”

Josh craned his neck to peer at him. “What do you mean?”

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