Page 73 of Broken Wheels

“Saw it once on an old British movie. And I take it to mean let your dick do what it needs to do.” That grin was sexy as hell. “And go where it needs to go.”

Josh unbuttoned his shirt as he walked over to the bed, doing his best to breathe evenly. Dixon got on his knees, his erection straining against the soft fabric of his briefs, almost pointing at Josh. He helped him remove his shirt, then tossed it aside. Dixon’s warm, large hands on Josh’s chest momentarily diverted him from his task, and he shivered as Dixon’s thumbs made a beeline for his nipples.

“Hey, no fair,” Josh complained with a whimper. When Dixon gave him a quizzical glance, he lowered his gaze. “You tell me to do something, and then you distract the hell out of me.”

“Yeah, but I need to get you hard.”

Josh laughed. “Any harder and I’ll be in the record books. I could do serious damage with that thing.”

Dixon bit his lip. “I’ll consider that a warning to my ass.” He removed his hands from Josh’s chest and held them up. “There. Now take your pants off.” His eyes danced with amusement.

Josh unzipped his fly and shoved his pants down to his ankles. He stepped out of them and bent to remove his socks.

“Leave them.”

He straightened, eyebrows arched. “Really?”

Dixon chuckled. “Sorry, but I can’t wait another minute.” He pulled Josh to him, and they kissed, a lingering exploration that sent heat flushing through him. Josh reached around to stroke Dixon’s back, moving lower until his hands were full of Dixon’s firm ass.

Dixon kissed Josh’s ear, sending another shiver of anticipation down his spine. “Yeah, that’s the destination, but let’s not rush the trip to get there, okay?”

Josh moaned as Dixon nuzzled his neck. “I’m down for the scenic route.” His breathing hitched when Dixon gave a slow roll of his hips, bringing their dicks into contact. The leisurely bum-and-grind had him harder than he’d ever been in his life, and coupled with their increasingly heated kisses, Josh was in danger of shooting his load before he’d even got near Dixon’s ass.

“Dixon,” he whispered.

To his relief, Dixon brought a halt to the delicious friction that threatened to unravel Josh’s body and mind, and lowered his head to press a gentle kiss to his nipple. The intimate connection sent a wave of contentment washing over him—until Dixon caught the little nub between his lips and teased it, while tweaking the other with finger and thumb.

“That is not helping,” Josh groaned.

Dixon chuckled around his nipple, his hand warm on Josh’s belly as he slid it lower until his fingers reached the bulge in Josh’s briefs. Dixon pulled back, smiling. “That is way too much of a temptation.” He put his elbows on the mattress, tugged Josh’s briefs past his hips, and took Josh’s rigid cock into his mouth.

“Oh dear Lord, that feels so good.” Josh tried his damnedest not to thrust too deeply into that inviting, warm cavern. He placed his hands on Dixon’s head, cradling it as he rocked in and out, his gaze locked on to the sight of his dick fucking Dixon’s mouth. Dixon cupped Josh’s balls, pulling gently on them, squeezing them, and the sensation only added to the raging need that burned inside him.

Then Dixon pulled free, and Josh let out a growl.

Dixon turned around, presenting Josh with his ass, which hung over the edge of the bed, the white fabric stretched tight, the shadow of his crack visible. He twisted to stare at Josh over his shoulder. “This is where I remind you that I just took a shower.” He grinned. “Wanna taste? You don’t have to, but I thought you might like?—”

Josh knelt beside the bed, almost stumbling because of his briefs entangled around his knees. He removed them hurriedly, pulled Dixon’s briefs over his gorgeous ass, lowered them, then spread Dixon’s cheeks.

Dixon chuckled. “Well, that was unequivocal.”

His heart thumping, Josh leaned in, close enough to feel the heat rolling off Dixon’s body. His face was barely an inch from that tight little pucker, and he dragged his tongue over it experimentally, his nostrils filling with the scent of Dixon’s bodywash and faint traces of the sweat that had turned him on downstairs in the gym.

“Oh Jesus,” Dixon said weakly.

A fierce joy barreled through Josh at the quaver in Dixon’s voice, and he did it again, but this time he gave Dixon’s hole an unhurried lap. Dixon grabbed his own dick and tugged it, pushing back as if to demand more.

Josh was only too happy to oblige.

He worked Dixon’s pucker with the tip of his tongue, loving the low cries of pleasure that fell from Dixon’s lips, the way he reached back to press Josh’s head further into his crease, the way his hole loosened, inviting Josh in.

The groans that escaped Dixon’s mouth when he took up that invitation.

“Fuck, love it when you go deep.”

That lit a fire under Josh, and he worked Dixon’s hole with his tongue, until Dixon writhed, the noises constant. The more he teased Dixon’s hole, the thicker Dixon’s accent—and Josh’s dick—became. When his jaw started to ache, Josh called a halt and stood, sliding his shaft through Dixon’s slick crack, rubbing it over Dixon’s hole.

“Aw fuck,” Dixon moaned. “Lord, what you do to me.”