Page 47 of For the Love of the Lawyer

"Fuck that feels so goddamn full.” Mickey’s lips nibbled along the side of Jon's neck, seeing an unexpected hickey he'd obviously given the man the previous night. He smiled at the mark, happy that he'd staked his territory.

"You're okay?" Jon pulled back before pushing forward.

"Yeah. Make me feel it ‘cause I'm not gonna be able to see ya until next Friday night. Gimme a reason to take the drive, Jonny.”

Jonathon didnotdisappoint. Based on the subtle thrusts followed by a delightful swirl of his hips, he had honed fucking to an art. Mickey wanted to ask how many others had received theJon Wells Treatment,but it wasn't the time or the place.

To avoid the temptation, he kept his mouth moving over Jon's nipples, left first, then right, which seemed to be extremely sensitive. Mickey definitely enjoyed the ride.

"Fuck, yes, Mick. You feel so damn good. I've… Ugh!" The man was vocal during sex, and it wasn't really anything Mickey was used to because Jackie never mumbled a word when Mickey had fucked him. He hated himself for allowing thoughts of his former lover to invade his time with Jon, so he concentrated onthe moment and flexed his ass muscles to squeeze Jon's thick cock.

Jon slowed and moved back, settling on his knees as he pulled Mickey's legs up over his shoulders. "Okay, where were you?"

"Huh?"

"For a couple of minutes, you weren't here with me while I'm bringing out my best moves. Is it not…?" Jon’s expression was sheepish.

"No! No, baby. I get in my head. Sorry. Go harder, Jonny. It feels really fuckin'…Gah!" A stroke over his prostate set his mind to rights.

"Finally.” Jon gasped as he continued the same maneuver, continuing to stroke Mickey's hot button, sending him into the stratosphere.

"What the fuck! You're gonna make me come, Jonny.” Mickey's balls were throbbing, and he couldn't help himself. He couldn’t hold back.

"I want you to, baby. Come for me, Mickey. I want you to let go for me.” Jon stroked harder into him, battering Mickey’s prostate enough that hands weren't necessary. Mickey shot off, feeling it hit the headboard behind him, his forehead, and his chest. It was a powerful orgasm, and after Mickey's eyes settled back into the forward view in their sockets, he opened them to experience Jon’s beautiful come face. The man was mumbling before he dropped forward onto Mickey's chest, gently stroking in and out of him.

After a few minutes, Jon looked up at Mickey from his prone position on his chest and smiled. "Damn, baby, you can shoot. You good?" He slowly moved out from Mickey to collapse on the bed beside him.

Mickey caught his breath and turned to Jon with a bright smile as his lover reached for tissue from the nightstand, gently cleaning the cum off of his forehead and behind him before heswept his tongue over the mess matting in Mickey’s sparse chest hair that took up the space between his pecs.

"Mmm. A little salty this morning. Eat more fruit.” Jon smirked as he cleaned the remainder of the jizz on Mickey’s chest.

Mickey started laughing. "You a nutritionist now?"

Jon smiled at him. "You want me to suck your cock, you'll eat more fruit. Now, I guess we better shower and get dressed for chores, right?"

Mickey was a bit stunned, but he was definitely going to look that shit up. He certainly wanted to do anything it took for Jon Wells to suck his cock because the man had an amazing mouth. "Yessir." He hopped out of bed and grabbed his coffee which was cool, but still drinkable.

They showered, dressed, and joined the others upstairs as Tim was fixing breakfast for Matt and the boys. "Mr. Jon! I didn't know you stayed the night.” Rocky hugged him around the waist.

"Yep, and if you aren't too busy, we're going to find a place around here for you to get your hair cut properly.”

Mickey saw the gleam in Ryan's eyes, knowing the boy had faith in the lawyer. "Can I go along so I can show Poppa and Daddy where it is next time Rock needs a cut?"

Matt laughed. "Take Mick with ya so he knows where it is. We gotta make sure the handsome Rocky Whipple has a first-rate haircut for the ladies to notice."

They all laughed, and once again, Mickey felt the warm glow in his chest from being at a place where he knew he was loved. It was an amazing feeling. He prayed it lasted.

Chapter Eighteen

After breakfast, Mickey led Jon, Rocky, and Ryan to the barn to quickly let the horses out onto pasture. The Katydid horses had been taken home the previous evening when Josh and the hands left the party, so there wasn’t really much to do.

The four of them cleaned up the stalls for Josie, Chester, and Charlie. Once things were set to right in the barn, they went backto the house to change shoes from dirty boots to trainers, or loafers in Jon's case.

Mickey had given Jon a pair of Marty's muck boots to wear in the barn, and once they arrived at the house, they hosed them off and left them in the sun to dry. Jon was actually happy to have experienced the routine at the Circle C, which wasn’t very different than what was done in Dillwyn.

"Okay, I've got a few barber shops we need to check out in Blacksburg. It's a college town, and there are a lot of black students at Tech, so I'm gonna bet we can find a place to get a proper haircut.” Jon smiled at Rocky’s huge grin.

The four of them hopped into Jon’s car, and when they pulled up to the first barber shop on the list, Jon didn't bother to get out. It was a shop that certainly didn't specialize in cutting African American hair.

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