The air conditioner humming, the fan squeaking lazily overhead, but all Linc could think to say was, “Your breathing.”
“One thing you can… taste.”
He leaned down, pressing his lips against Wyatt’s, dipping his tongue inside for just a moment before pulling back. This time his heart felt off-kilter for an entirely different reason. They sat there, locked in place, Linc’s hand around Wyatt’s throat and Wyatt’s hands crushing Linc’s wrist, refusing to let him go. They were both panting, both half naked. Wyatt’s impressive hard-on was tenting his gray pajama bottoms underneath Linc.
This was all happening too fast. It shouldn’t be happening at all. Taking this job was a mistake, but it was too late to turn back now. He needed the money. Linc should let him go, should walk away and lock himself in the bathroom and jerk off in the shower like a person who valued his fucking job and his integrity. But he didn’t. He fucking didn’t.
He dipped his head lower but didn’t kiss the boy, just breathed him in. With Linc looming over him, one hand still on his throat, Wyatt seemed to melt into the mattress like every problem he’d ever had was suddenly long gone. Maybe in that minute, it was. Maybe all Wyatt needed was a hand around his throat and somebody to use him up and take what they wanted. And Linc wanted. He wanted everything.
When he slanted his lips over Wyatt’s this time, the boy moaned low, canting his hips, rubbing his needy cock against Linc’s own half-hard dick. Linc took his time. It wasn’t sex, Linc rationalized, just fooling around, giving Wyatt what he needed, what they both needed. Wyatt’s little noises drove Linc crazy. The boy was so pliant, so willing. He’d let Linc do anything to him. The thought had Linc hard and leaking so fast it made him dizzy.
He ripped his mouth free, biting kisses along Wyatt’s jaw and throat, slowing only to press his lips a bit more gently to each of the reddened fingerprints that would be bruises tomorrow. He should be sorry—he might have been sorrier if Wyatt had seemed even a little distressed—but the idea of marking Wyatt, seeing tangible proof of what they were doing long after the sun came up tomorrow, had Linc growling, capturing Wyatt’s mouth in another rough kiss.
He pulled back, gazing down at the pale expanse of Wyatt’s bare torso, letting his hands smooth over his chest. Wyatt clutched at Linc, whining, trying to pull him back down. “Don’t worry, greedy boy. I’m not done with you,” Linc promised.
He hooked his fingers in Wyatt’s waistband, tugging his pants down and off, tossing them somewhere on the other side of the room. Wyatt’s cock slapped against his firm belly and Linc wanted nothing more than to bury his face where his scent was strongest, to run his mouth along the hard length and suck him down until he came screaming beneath him. Instead, he took him in hand, wiping his thumb along the tip, using the fluid to work him slowly. Wyatt arched his back, moaning long and low like Linc had wrenched the sound from him. He was beautiful like this, head thrown back, lips parted, chest heaving. Just for Linc.
He released him, smiling when the boy whined his frustration. Linc was only getting rid of his own underwear, then he lined himself up over Wyatt again, his body pressing into him. Wyatt practically sobbed, rocking himself desperately against Linc to get more friction.
Linc could easily have just rutted against him like a teenager until he came, but some part of him wanted to test Wyatt, wanted to see how far he could push him. He leaned forward, practically bending the boy in half. God, he’d love to fuck him this way, his knees over Linc’s elbows as he drove himself into the tight heat of Wyatt’s pliant body again and again… but this could only be tonight, and Wyatt wasn’t ready for anything more than this.
Linc braced himself over Wyatt with one hand, the other slipping back around his throat as their bodies aligned perfectly, their cocks slotting alongside each other.
“Yes,” Wyatt sobbed.
“Yes, what?” Linc growled against his ear, squeezing his throat just enough for Wyatt to struggle. “Say it. I need to hear you say it.”
“Yes, Daddy,” Wyatt whispered.
Linc bit at his lips, rocking their bodies faster. “Again, say it again.”
“Please, Daddy.”
“Beg me.”
“Please. Please. I need you. I need th—” His words died on a harsh shout as Linc ground their hips together. “Please, Daddy. Please. Please. Please,” he chanted, almost like he didn’t even know the words were falling from his lips.
“Good boy,” Linc praised, his hand slipping from Wyatt’s throat to yank at the drawer beside his head. He snatched the small bottle of lube from its place tucked way in the back and sat back on his heels, pressing a hand to Wyatt’s chest as he tried to follow. “Don’t move,” Linc commanded.
Wyatt looked like he wanted to argue but he did as Linc instructed, so he rewarded the boy by taking both of their cocks in his slick fist. Wyatt worked himself against Linc’s cock and the tight heat of his palm. Normally, Linc would have forced him to remain still, but he was being so good, so obedient. Linc let him chase his pleasure, once more wrapping his hand around the boy’s throat and squeezing as electricity licked its way across every nerve ending. His balls tightened and the base of his spine felt hot and tingly. He would not last much longer. He caught Wyatt’s heated gaze. “Come for me. Come for Daddy.”
Wyatt sucked in a breath, a look of surprise spreading across his angelic face as his body seized beneath Linc and he came hard, shooting onto his stomach and spilling over Linc’s fist. Linc didn’t stop; he worked him through the aftershocks before catching Wyatt’s cum in his hand, working it over his own length. Wyatt stared up at Linc glassy-eyed and sated, like he’d heard the voice of God, like Linc was a god and getting Wyatt off had been some kind of goddamn epiphany. It was the look that did it, had Linc coming with a harsh shout, painting Wyatt’s belly with his own release before smearing it over the boy's skin like he could rub his scent into his flesh, make him a permanent part of him. When he finished, he brought his hand to Wyatt’s lips. He didn’t have to say a word; Wyatt opened immediately, his tongue darting out to lick Linc’s fingers clean.
He was so fucking obedient. Linc leaned down and kissed his forehead. “That’s my sweet boy,” he praised, before rolling to lie beside him.
Wyatt said nothing, just lay there sucking in heavy breaths, waiting for the use of his limbs to return. His post-orgasmic haze was wearing off quickly and the evidence of their encounter was drying on his skin, making him itch. Wyatt had never been in bed with a guy before. He’d fooled around in cars and bathrooms and even the industrial freezer at Bar Lounge, but never in a bed. It was too… intimate. Too personal. He enjoyed being able to get off and get out. Before anybody figured out who he really was.
But there was no sneaking away this time. Linc was right there, pressed against him, splayed out naked with one hand behind his head and the other across his stomach like lying in bed with Wyatt was no big deal. Maybe it wasn’t a big deal to Linc. He was married. He had a kid. Wyatt’s stomach churned. After Charlie left, he should have stayed in bed like he’d planned, but after midnight his stomach had demanded sustenance and he’d crept into the kitchen. There was a note on the microwave door. Linc had made dinner and left it for him. Who did that? They didn’t even know each other, and Linc had shown him more consideration than anybody in his family ever had.
That’s why he went to Linc’s room, to thank him for dinner. At least, that was Wyatt’s story. He hadn’t expected to find Linc struggling and whimpering, crying out.He only wanted to wake him. But when he’d touched his chest, Linc had rolled him underneath him and clutched his throat and Wyatt’s lizard brain had kicked in. And this lizard liked to be manhandled by hot scruffy men in their underwear, apparently.
Wyatt wanted to roll over and bury his face in the pillow and wait Linc out, but it was his bed. When the mattress shifted, Wyatt couldn’t help but glance in Linc’s direction, admiring the view of his sculpted ass as he strode naked across the room and opened the door to the mini fridge in the corner.
When he came back, he sat facing Wyatt. “Come on. Up. Sit up.” Linc’s tone left no room for arguing. If Wyatt’s cock could have rallied, it would have. “Drink this.”
He stared at it for a long moment, but then he took it and sucked down half. He went to hand it back, but Linc shook his head. “All of it.” Wyatt did as he was told and Linc took the empty bottle back. “Lie back down.”
This time Wyatt did roll away from Linc. He didn’t want to be cared for. He didn’t want Linc acting like this meant anything. These encounters never meant anything. They couldn’t. What was the point? When Linc curved his body around Wyatt’s and tucked him tight against him, Wyatt froze. “You don’t have to do this, you know.”
