Page 38 of Fresh Start
His hands hovered over my dick, and he placed the lubed condom on my tip, then slid it down my shaft with his mouth.
Once that was done, Dawson sat on me and took his top and pants off, slowly, sensually, in a way that only made my hunger for him stronger.
I allowed myself to admire Dawson's body. It was a sight to behold. His abs well defined. And his pecks? Damn, his chest was a place I craved to rest my head and never let go.
My gaze came down to Dawson's hardness. That I remembered. I’d had some wild nights with it, and so had Dawson with my cock.
Dawson squirted some lube over my dick and pressed his fingertip against his own ring of muscles, prepping himself for me.
When he took me in, he gasped, and a grunt escaped my lips before I could stop it. He was so tight, I fought with everything I had not to come there and then. Dawson took my entire length after a deep breath, letting out a hiss, and then came down to me for a deep, passionate kiss.
Once he recovered from the sting and I was back off the edge, we worked into a rhythm. A rhythm that was pure bliss. Just like the old times. As if we’d never been apart. Like there had been a glitch in the system and we'd actually spent the past seventeen years together, in an embrace, staring into each other's eyes, letting our bodies and souls do the talking.
Being inside Dawson felt right. So right I couldn't even comprehend why we had let it fall through. That last year at drama school had been the best year of my life.
What would have happened if betrayal hadn't marred our relationship? We’d probably still be together. Maybe we’d be married. And maybe we would even have had a family of our own.
"I've missed this, baby," Dawson panted.
Those words were my undoing. My cum shot out while still inside him, and I let out a growl that Dawson drowned with his kisses.
"I want you to come for me, baby," I said when I managed to catch my breath.
"Anything for you," Dawson said and grabbed his own cock, mine still inside him, and palmed it fast and hard.
With my hands, I massaged his butt and thighs, my eyes going from his dick to his eyes. I didn’t want to miss a moment of this. If this wasn’t going to last, the least I could do was take it all in, take all I could, before Dawson ran off with my heart again.
His body convulsed and he scrunched his eyes, but he didn’t make a sound as his hot seed spilled over my chest and stomach, marking me with a part of him.
I pulled him down toward me and took him in my arms. I wish this could last. I wish we could erase everything that pulled us apart and remake our history.
But we couldn’t, could we?
It was okay. This was enough for now. It would have to be.
Eleven
Dawson
Iopened my eyes, and to my surprise, I found Leo watching me. It was dark. We had spent the entire day in Leo's room other than to have some food at the restaurant across the street from Melody’s. I was sure the room must smell of sweat and sex.
We hadn’t stopped since this morning, and I was plain exhausted. I could barely keep my eyes open. I had no idea how Leo hadn't passed out yet.
"What are you doing?" I asked him.
"I'm waiting," Leo replied.
"Waiting for what?"
"For you to regret this, get up, and leave me," Leo said, the melancholy clear in his voice. At least it wasn’t accusatory. I’d count that as a win.
I didn't know what to say. Leo was justified in his thinking. After all, I had abandoned him all those years ago, but we were both men now. We weren’t the kids we’d been back then.
"I haven't regretted this. And I'm not leaving you," I said.
Leo leaned toward the bedside table and turned the lamp on.
"Not yet, anyway," he said.
