Page 65 of Sass in the Grass

“It’s great, but only if you aren’t hurting too bad.”

Jovian was stretched wider than he could recall being, but he could take it. He was a size queen, after all. “I’m good. I’m okay.”

“You’re such a good boy for me, Jovian. So beautiful and good.”

Never in his life had anyone called him a good boy. In fact, not even his mother had used that exact term. Because, well, he wasn’t a good boy. He was a spoiled brat, one that wore that proudly until he’d met Dixon.

“Dixon,” he whispered as Dixon’s cock was fully inside him. “Promise that this isn’t…what you said at the picnic.”

“I already told you it wasn’t. I want you to feel good, that’s all.”

Jovian nodded fast and then brought Dixon down so he could hug him tightly. “I’m not always gonna be a good boy, you know.”

“I know,” Dixon whispered roughly in his ear. “When that time comes, I’ll deal with it my own special way.”

That not only aroused him, but he was terribly curious, too. “Your own special way?”

“Shh, now, baby. Don’t make me get the T-shirt again. I’m fucking you right now.”

Jovian giggled a little, but that didn’t last. He thought Dixon was all the way inside him, but he was wrong. That last inch was punched up his ass in one solid thrust, and Jovian saw stars.

With his back arching, Jovian let out a long, high whine.

Then Dixon slowly moved his hips, causing his cock to do wonderful things to Jovian’s hole.

It wasn’t just in and out for Dixon. Oh hell no. The man had more skills than being the rugged outdoorsman Jovian was learning. Rounding his hips like he was dancing to some salsa music, and he never wavered in his deep, succulent kissing.

Oh, damn, Jovian was in heaven. Dixon had said that he wanted to make Jovian feel good, but Jovian never imagined he could feelthatgood. Everything else was gone, and only Dixon loomed there, over everything, everyone, and he was the only thing on Jovian’s mind.

He was big, but once Jovian had adjusted, he loved it. That thick cock, stretching him, unable to keep from rubbing hard over his G-spot, sending ripples of intense arousal through him. When the kisses stopped on and off, Jovian looked up to see Dixon staring down at him. No, it was leering. Dixon was leering at him, lusting for him, and that made Jovian feel even better than the fucking. Who didn’t want a guy like Cherokee Dixon to lust after them? Who didn’t want to feel that big cock and see those icy eyes locked onto theirs?

Well, as far as Jovian was concerned, it didn’t matter who else wanted the man.

“I’m yours if you’re mine,” he whispered and almost choked on the words, realizing what he was saying.

Dixon never even slowed, but kissed him and said, “Oh, baby, you’re mine, and that makes me yours.”

Elated. He was elated. And most definitely in love.

Though, that would remain unsaid for the time being.

When Dixon sped his thrusts, he bit Jovian’s lip briefly, then order, “Start getting ready to come, Jovian. I want you to come, baby.”

Jovian couldn’t speak, couldn’t think, because he was about to come. He was losing his mind with the feelings Dixon gave him so easily. Dixon hadn’t even broken a sweat, and Jovian was ready to claw deep craters down the man’s muscled back.

“I…I…”

“Shhh, shut up and come, now, baby.”

He did. Like his body reacted only to Dixon’s voice, he came so hard he was close to blacking out. He clenched so hard hethought he’d turn into a statue, but then, when the orgasm waned and he could breathe again, he relaxed so fully into the bed; he didn’t think he could ever move again. Dixon moved off him, letting his legs drop limply to the bed while Dixon chuckled.

“You okay, there, Jovian?” he panted.

“I’m dead. You murdered my ass. Literally.”

“Good.”

He laughed a freeing laugh and said, “That’s not sympathy.”

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