Page 64 of Sass in the Grass

As Dixon took Jovian’s dick in his mouth, he sucked in a breath from the little he could around the shirt in his mouth, and held it, afraid he’d scream so loudly, the entire camp would hear, no matter the distance.

Dixon was definitely in control. Jovian turned into a shy child around him, in awe of the big man. Dixon was so beautiful, so rugged. It was overwhelming, but Jovian wanted to stay. In fact,when the six weeks were over, it hurt everything inside him to think of leaving Dixon behind.

If only the mountain man would consider moving to the city. Jovian knew without asking he’d never move.

Jovian’s dick was being sucked by an expert. Little tongue, no teeth, and surrounded by a warm mouth, moving slowly, then quicker, keeping him on edge.

Clutching the quilt, letting his head thrash around while trying to spit out the shirt, Jovian realized he’d never reacted to sex so…honestly.

Like every other moment in his life, he worried about looking his best. Keeping his face smooth, his lips wet, if only by his own saliva, he’d do a performance, but he’d never once just let himself go.

Dixon stood just before Jovian was about to leave his seed in the man’s mouth and he stared down at Jovian, licking his lips. “You have a great dick, but I’m in need of that sweet little ass.”

Groaning in defeat and victory at once, his sounds were like a sob. That roller coaster was ticking slowly up the steep slope, and as Dixon, his pants pulled down over his hips, then his briefs, Jovian finally got a look at the dick he’d wondered about since he’d first seen Cherokee Dixon.

The first thing that struck him was the thickness. Jovian didn’t think his own fist could compete, and he was uncut, but the bulbous head stuck out from the foreskin savagely, like it had fought to be free.

Dixon reached over to pull the shirt from his mouth, and Jovian licked his lips with his dry tongue. “Need a drink?”

Lifting his head from the quilt, he croaked, “I do.”

“Be right back.”

Jovian let his head fall back to the bed. The room spun around a few times, like he’d been drinking. When Dixon returned witha tall, thick glass of water, Jovian drank it like he’d been crawling the desert for a week.

“How about you can make all the noise you want, but you cannot bitch, complain, get snotty or…how you can get.”

Jovian thought for a moment to argue, but why? It was true. “All that so I can keep the shirt out of my mouth? The shirt that cost me a ton of money and is another thing this wilderness is ruining?”

“Jovian…”

“Sorry, had to get that one out, or I would burst.”

“Are you finished?”

“I am. Thank you for the hydration.”

“Man, and all these years I just thought it was water,” he teased, then kissed Jovian’s much wetter lips. “Ready for some fucking?”

“I am.”

“Good boy.”

“I’m not though. A good boy,” he said in a confession that surprised himself.

“Yeah. You are Jovian,” Dixon whispered before he kissed him. “You are for me.”

It was true. He wanted to be the best boyfriend Dixon could ever want. He lay down to watch Dixon lube the condom and then he fingered the lube up Jovian’s ass so gently, so sweetly, Jovian felt like crying all over again.

Jovian hadn’t cried so much in his life, but then again, he’d refused his own emotions for years.

When Dixon was on the bed, he wrapped Jovian into one arm as he pushed into Jovian’s ass gently, slowly, and his eyes never left Jovian’s.

Deeper Dixon went as his lips planted kisses on Jovian’s mouth, his cheeks, his jaw…

“You’re so tight, baby boy.”

“Is that good?” he grunted.

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