Page 53 of Broken Wheels

Both of them were also hard.

Dixon flipped the water off, got out of the shower, and grabbed a large, fluffy towel from the warming rail. Josh loved the way Dixon dried him so gently, as though he were a delicate, fragile ornament that would shatter without careful handling.

Is it wrong of me to hope he’s not so gentle in bed?

The thought sent heat spreading through his body, but there was no time to dwell on such things as Dixon led him back into the bedroom. He sat on the edge of the bed, moving Josh to stand in front of him, his hands on Josh’s hips, his gaze locked on Josh’s erect cock.

Please. Please.

Dixon glanced up at him, smiled, then leaned in to kiss the head of Josh’s dick, an intimate gesture that made Josh’s heart melt. When the moment came and Dixon took him into his mouth, Josh’s knees almost buckled, and he was thankful for Dixon’s hands holding him steady.

I never realized it would feel so amazing.

God had obviously known what he was doing when he gave the average man just the right number of vertebrae to prevent him from sucking himself off. Because if most men had been able to accomplish that feat, the world would’ve taken a very different path.

That was all it took for Josh to rifle through his mental files, because he was certain he’d read somewhere that two or three men in a thousand could successfully perform a full autofellatio and?—

Then he realized something had stopped.

He glanced at Dixon, who gazed up at him, grinning.

“Focus, Doc. Focus.” Then he resumed his exquisite torture.

Josh watched him, mesmerized by the rhythmic movement of his head as he worked Josh’s shaft with lips and tongue, unable to tear his gaze away from the sight of his own dick glistening as it slid in and out, lost in the delicious sensation of a warm, wet mouth encasing his cock. Dixon’s shaft bobbed, thick and stiff, and Josh licked his lips.

“Can I try too?”

Dixon pulled free and grinned. “You won’t hear me complaining if you do.” He stood, turned Josh around, and gave him a gentle backward push. Josh landed on the bed, and Dixon leaned over to kiss him.

Josh would kiss Dixon all day if given the opportunity.

Dixon laid a trail of kisses down Josh’s neck and chest, pausing at his nipples. He raised his head and smiled. “You like it when I play with them.”

Before Josh could confirm or deny his statement, Dixon climbed onto the bed, straddled Josh’s head, and brushed Josh’s mouth with the wide head of his dick.

No-brainer.

Josh opened for him, and Dixon eased the head between his lips. Josh gave it an experimental suck, and Dixon’s moan was all the encouragement he required. Dixon cradled Josh’s head, holding him steady while he gave gentle thrusts, until Josh could take half of his length with ease.

He broke away from his sensual task with a gasp. “I don’t think I can manage all of it.”

Dixon’s eyes shone. “What you managed is impressive enough.” He tapped Josh’s chin with his cock, and it landed with a meaty smack. “Want some more?”

Josh swallowed hard. “Yes, I want it… but not in my mouth.”

Except he’d gone far beyond a case of mere wanting—Josh ached to know how it would feel inside him.

The catch in Dixon’s breathing was so damn heady.

Dixon kissed him on the lips before getting off the bed. He knelt on the rug beside it, grabbed Josh by the hips, and tugged him closer to the edge. He cupped Josh’s balls in one hand, rolling them through his fingers while he resumed sucking Josh’s cock.

Josh raised his head from the bed and gave Dixon a mock glare, a monumental task considering the sensual onslaught he found himself under. “This isn’t what I asked for.”

Dixon pulled free with a chuckle. “No, it isn’t. But I wanted to show you something. How does this feel?” And with that, he took one of Josh’s balls into his mouth.

Josh arched up off the bed with a moan, and Dixon chuckled, sending vibrations through him that served to intensify his sensitivity. Then he went back to sucking Josh’s dick, only this time he reached up to tweak both nipples, until Josh was squirming.

“I thought men weren’t supposed to be able to multitask,” he groaned.