Page 19 of Once Upon An Ever After
“This. All of this. You and me.”
“Be more specific.” Beau nearly growled. “Tell me what happened in your dream. Was I on my knees for you? Like this?”
“I… yes.” Dawson admitted.
“And what was I doing in this dream?”
He knew. Dawson knew that he knew. But what had started as teasing foreplay felt like it might be the answer to all of his own dreams so he had to know. He had to hear it from Dawson’s lips. He needed to hear that Dawson wanted this as much as he did, had dreamt of it just like he had.
“You were… sucking me off.”
“Mmm.” Beau rewarded him for the answer by leaning forward and licking a line up the length of his thick cock. The taste that was one hundred percent Dawson nearly undid him. He held tight to his sanity and pulled back again. “What else?”
“I had my hands in your hair.” Dawson tightened his grip on Beau’s long locks and Beau moaned as a shiver skated down his spine. “You were sucking me off and I was holding onto you because I never wanted you to stop and then you looked up at me, met my gaze as you swallowed my cock.”
Beau couldn’t keep back a whimper. His own cock was hard as stone and leaking precome but he ignored it in favor of wrapping his hand around Dawson’s. He stroked a few times, adjusting his grip and speed as he watched Dawson’s face for his reactions. He was biting his bottom lip. Head tipped back and eyes squeezed shut. He was close already and he wouldn’t last long once Beau put his mouth on him but that was okay. This was what he wanted. The man of his dreams, telling him about his own, so that Beau could make them all come true.
“Then what?” He dabbed his tongue against Dawson’s slit and earned a thrust of his hips before he pulled back again. “Did you come in your dream? Spill down my throat or pull out and come on my face? Tell me Daws. Tell me so I can make your dreams come true.”
Heavy eyelids were forced open and Dawson stared down at him dreamily, “You already have.”
“Tell me.” He insisted.
“I woke up before I could come in the dream.” Dawson gave a little jerk of his hips when Beau stroked him again. “But…”
“But?”
“But I woke up so hard I thought I’d die if I didn’t come.”
“What’d you do?”
“I jerked myself off thinking about it, about what it would be like between us, and I came so damn hard I thought I’d suffered a stroke.”
Beau smiled up at him, at this man that he hadn’t even known could put those kinds of things into words, who he had loved for what felt like his whole life but was also only just beginning to know on this carnal, intimate level. This was what he’d always wanted and from the sound of it, Dawson had wanted it too he just hadn’t been ready to take the leap from friends to lovers, from believing he was straight to accepting his feelings for his male best friend. Now that he had, now that they were together, Beau knew they even more compatible than he’d ever imagined.
“How about this…” He licked his lips, “Let’s see if the real thing is even better than your dream.”
And then he slid his mouth over Dawson’s hard length, taking him deep and reveling in the answering groan and the way Dawson’s hands tightened in his hair.
This was perfect. They were perfect together. Just like he’d known they would be.
Chapter Nine
Dawson lay in bed, warm and naked and sated. He couldn’t stop smiling and he didn’t want to. He had never been this happy in his whole life and it was all because of the man curled against his side. Beau was here, with him, naked in his bed and they were both quietly enjoying the moment of catching their breath after yet another round of lovemaking.
He’d lost count of how many times he’d come throughout the night and into the morning but it was a lot. So much that he wasn’t sure his legs would work to get him up and into the shower. But that was a problem for later because right now he had absolutely no need to get out of this bed. Not when the only thing he wanted was the man slowly tracing patters over his chest.
His best friend. His lover. His other half. How had Dawson gotten so lucky?
“You’re smiling again.” Beau’s voice was rough either from sleep or from all the wicked ways he’d used his mouth the night before and strangely Dawson found the sound more of a turn on than he’d ever imagined.
“I don’t think you can say again if I never stopped.” He teased.
“Mmm, I’m glad you’re happy.” Beau kissed his chest before pushing up onto one elbow to look down at him, “Happy looks good on you.”
“And you?” Dawson slid his fingers into Beau’s hair. He couldn’t seem to keep his hands out of it now that he’d allowed himself to touch it. The strands were silky perfection and he loved the feel of it, the intimacy of being allowed to tug on it or stroke it whenever he wanted. “Are you happy?”
“More than happy. What’s a word that means more than happy? I don’t know. I can’t think because you sucked all my brain cells out through my dick.” He chuckled and Dawson felt his cheeks flush with heat that was part arousal and part embarrassment.
