Page 25 of More than Need

“We should,” Dawson said, ripping the packet open. “You don’t want my mouth around your dick?”

When he put it that way, it sounded dangerously reasonable. Even if he ignored their parking situation, they’d only met yesterday, and irritation still prickled under the surface. Dawson annoyed him on a level he didn’t think anyone else had ever reached.

It didn’t seem to matter; he wanted to see those pouty lips wrapped around his cock. He watched wordlessly, with half-lidded eyes, as Dawson rolled the condom on and then replaced his hand with his mouth.

Wet heat surrounded him, and he groaned low in his throat. He placed a hand on the back of Dawson’s head, encouraging him to take more in.

Fuck, he felt good. His tongue slid with pressure on the underside of Riley’s cock as he bobbed, hand fisting where he couldn’t get to with his mouth. Riley couldn’t look away as he threaded his fingers through the long strands of dark hair on topof Dawson’s head, tugging them to the side so it didn’t obstruct his view.

Dawson rested a hand on Riley’s thigh, fingers curling in to hold himself there. His moans vibrated around Riley’s dick.

Riley liked Dawson’s mouth much better like this: quiet, with lips stretched around him, filled with his cock. His balls tightened, so close to the edge, too worked up to last long. Dawson suckled his head, tongue flicking over his slit.

Riley clenched his fist, using the grip on Dawson’s hair to push him further down, getting him where he wanted him. He choked as Riley’s head hit the back of his throat.

Riley’s orgasm ripped through him. His head tipped back, hitting the seat as he came, emptying himself into the condom. Part of him wished he could spill down Dawson’s throat and make him choke on that as well.

Riley dropped back against his seat, chest heaving. Dawson stayed on his dick, his tongue lazily swirling, making him twitch from the sensitivity of it before finally pulling off.

Dawson wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. “Well, that’s one way to end an argument,” he said with a husky laugh.

“Not a technique I’ve employed before.” One he shouldn’t have now. So many things he’d allowed to happen that day were against every code he’d built his life upon. He couldn’t blame it on either man; he shouldn’t have given in so easily, and the mistakes were his own. “Do you—” He glanced at the obvious tent in Dawson’s pants.

“Mr. Polite all of a sudden?”

“I can be.” If he wanted. It wouldn’t be a hardship to help Dawson with his problem. It also didn’t require either of them to talk, which seemed the safest option.

“As tempting as that is, I think it’s a miracle we didn’t get caught already.”

Riley couldn’t argue with that. He pulled the condom off and tied it. “There are tissues and wipes in the glove box.”

Dawson got the hint and handed some over to him. Riley wrapped the condom in a tissue and then used a wipe to clean his hands before righting his pants and zipping up.

He glanced around, more habit than anything else, and then clipped his seat belt back on. He waited for Dawson to do the same before pulling back out onto the road. If his hands were on the steering wheel and he concentrated on the road, perhaps this would be the last of his terrible mistakes today.

The tension, sexual and otherwise, ruined what could have been blissful silence the rest of the ride. Riley kept his eyes on the road, not daring to look in Dawson’s direction.

He finally pulled up to their destination. Some kind of wedding venue. White everywhere, half-built arches and people walking around like they had a world-saving purpose. Riley grimaced at the very idea of it. He would never walk down the aisle to make a spectacle of himself.

Dawson didn’t make a move to get out, and Riley didn’t rush him despite the fact he knew Sebastian would be trying to contact him for being late.

“Thanks for the lift.”

“You’re welcome.”

Dawson laughed. “I think that’s the politest exchange we’ve ever had.”

“Dawson—”

“Look, I get it, alright? You don’t want to know about Sadie, and I can’t be neutral about that. I…” His throat worked, and Riley had to force himself to drag his eyes away. “We shouldn’t have done that.”

“I’m aware.”

Dawson rolled his eyes. “Talking to you is…”

“Is what?” Riley asked coldly.

“Super fun and not aggravating at all. Just because you’re stupid hot doesn’t mean you shouldn’ttryto be nice.”

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