Page 63 of Sass in the Grass

“Take me to bed, Dixon,” he croaked through tears. “Just don’t…let me go after. At least not right after, okay?”

“I doubt I’ll ever want to let you go, Jovian.”

Leading the way, Dixon opened the door and Jovian saw another room, fully relaxing, comfortable and beautiful.

A queen-sized brass bed with a white quilt was the main piece of furniture, and there was a closet to the right, a tall basket for a night table to the left with a wicker lamp and rose-colored shade.

There was another thick rug under the bed and an antique dresser painted white next to the door.

More plants softened the room further, and a scent of lavender hung in the air. “This is perfect, Dixon.”

“Why, thank you. Let me get the light on.”

The room was lit and the door then closed behind them before Dixon took Jovian into his arms. “Whatever you want tonight, Jovian. I want to make you feel good.”

“Well, I want to make you feel good too! I’m not just gonna lay there like some pillow queen.”

Dixon laughed and kissed him deeply. “You’re so beautiful, Jovian. You’re so fucking beautiful,” he said before another kiss began and Jovian felt dizzy from need.

“I can’t breathe,” he said as he pushed Dixon back a few inches.

“I don’t want you to breathe. I don’t want you to think. Just feel Jovian. Just feel me.”

Dixon picked him up, but he wasn’t in Dixon’s arms for long. He was deposited on the bed and Dixon started taking off his shirt as Jovian lay back, unable to move as he watched that amazing torso come fully into view.

Solid chest, perfectly furry, not too much, not too little. Jovian had thoughts of running his fingers through it while he kissed Dixon for hours.

“Get yours off. Don’t keep me waiting.”

Jovian’s smile was so wide, his damn teeth were drying, but he couldn’t help it. He’d never in his life felt the whole-being happiness that he felt whenever Dixon was near him.

“Okay. Sorry.”

“No need to be sorry if you strip that shirt off.”

Jovian sat up and grabbed the hem of his tank, dragging it over his head, giving Dixon a little show, making him wait for the goods. Dixon growled, “Faster.”

He didn’t do it any faster. No. He went slower, if anything, and once he was free of it, Dixon grabbed it and balled it in his fist. “Open your mouth.”

“Why?” he asked, but he’d opened his mouth just enough. Dixon grabbed the back of his head and stuffed the shirt into his mouth.

“Not that I don’t like your voice, or like hearing you, but for now, I need you to be quiet for me. And I have a feeling that you don’t shut up easily.”

Shocked, but terribly aroused, and he lay back on the bed while Dixon started on Jovian’s pants.

He was soon lying on the bed, naked as the day he was born, and Dixon was staring over his entire body. Like a caress, that gaze was like the man had never seen a naked body before that moment.

“Goddamn, Jovian. You’re prettier than the sunset over the Rockies. And that is a damn pretty sight.”

Jovian reached for the shirt stuffed in his mouth, but Dixon leaned over to slap away his hand. “Don’t you do it. I’m in charge here, Jovian. I may want to take care of you, but there are rules to that. Might as well get used to them now. I don’t figure I’ll ever want to let you go.”

His eyes widened as he heard those words, let them sink into his very flesh to burn there.

“Baby, baby boy, you are so fucking pretty. Now I want to get a taste and see how sweet you are.”

It was as if he were riding a roller coaster. The emotions inside of him were rising, falling fast, rising again, and then whipping him around corners so quickly, he was leaving all his insides behind and had to wait for them to catch up to the rest of him.

Yes, Dixon was the conductor of the ride. He was in control, at the switch. All the times he’d thought about getting himself a daddy, and he knew he’d be the one in control, only giving his sexual favors if the man had earned them. Earned them with prizes like jewelry, clothing or romantic trips.

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