After releasing his hold on Wyatt’s neck, Draven worked his way lower. He laved his tongue over each flat nipple before he gently took them one at a time between his teeth and tugged. Wyatt’s fingers threaded in Draven’s hair as he continued his downward trail.
At Wyatt’s stomach, Draven said in a gruff voice against his skin, “I’m going to suck your cock, Wyatt. I’ve been dying to do it since I saw you this afternoon.”
The other man bucked once again, pushing his hips against Draven’s chest. “Oh god, Draven, you’re making me so hard. Yes, suck me.”
Not wasting any more time, Draven took hold of the waistband of Wyatt’s underwear and pulled it down past his hips. Wyatt’s cock sprang free. It was long and thick, not nearly as big as Draven’s, but close enough. It was fully engorged with a bead of pre-cum sitting on the very tip. Draven growled deep in his chest at the sight of Wyatt’s excitement.
Draven took hold of Wyatt’s shaft and pumped his hand up and down. More pre-cum appeared on the slit. He flicked out his tongue and licked it off, reveling in the salty taste of his would-be mate. Wyatt sucked a breath through his teeth and groaned.
Needing to taste more of him, Draven rose and straddled Wyatt’s legs, keeping a tight hold on the other man’s cock. Bending, he opened his mouth and took the head inside. The feel of Wyatt on his tongue made his shaft jerk, demanding attention. Draven ignored his own need, wanting to give Wyatt pleasure first.
As Draven sucked, he reached between Wyatt’s legs and fondled his balls, rolling them ever so gently in his hand. In and out he took his would-be mate’s big cock. It grew even harder as Wyatt’s breath came in pants.
“Fuck,” Wyatt groaned. “That feels so damn good. Christ, you know how to suck cock.”
Draven increased the suction, making sure he paid extra attention to the spot under the flared head. Wyatt rocked his hips, fucking Draven’s mouth. He could tell Wyatt was close to release, especially when the other man gripped his hair at the back of his head to hold him where he wanted while he pumped his shaft past his lips.
“Shit…fuck…Draven…I’m coming,” Wyatt panted before he moaned loudly.
Draven continued pleasuring Wyatt with his mouth. He kept sucking, taking everything he had to give him. He didn’t stop until Wyatt’s cock ceased jerking and he relaxed on the couch.
With desperate need pulsing through him, Draven sat up straight and undid his jeans. Unlike Wyatt, he’d gone commando, so his cock sprang free as soon as he parted the material of his pants. With eyes only open to mere slits, Draven watched Wyatt and took hold of his own cock, pumping his hand along his full length.
Wyatt sat up and brushed his hand away. “Let me do that.” He stroked Draven’s shaft. “I’m going to enjoy going down on you. There’s nothing I like better than a big cock in my mouth.”
Draven growled low. “Then take it,” he said as he nudged forward, the tip of his shaft brushing against Wyatt’s lips.
It seemed that was all the invitation Wyatt needed, because he sucked the head of Draven’s cock into the warm, wet cavern of his mouth. Draven’s head fell back in ecstasy at finally having his would-be mate touching him in one of the most intimate way. He rolled his hips, pushing more of his length past Wyatt’s lips, wanting him to take more of him.
Wyatt moaned, sending vibrations along Draven’s entire shaft. A howl of pleasure threatened to break free, but Draven tenaciously held it back. Instead, he pumped his hips faster, his cock growing harder as his balls rose closer to his body. It wasn’t going to take much to send him into his own climax. Bringing Wyatt to his had increased Draven’s arousal to the point of pain.
“Harder. Suck harder,” Draven ground out through gritted teeth.
Wyatt did just that while he reached around Draven and shoved a hand down the back of his jeans. He squeezed his ass before he stroked a finger between the crack, caressing Draven’s hole. Draven moaned, not knowing whether he wanted to push more into Wyatt’s mouth, or back onto the finger that played with his anus.
It soon didn’t matter when Wyatt held Draven’s cock in a tighter hold and pushed his finger inside his hole at the same time, hitting his prostate. Draven yelled Wyatt’s name as he came, emptying himself inside his would-be mate’s mouth.
Once it was over, Draven cupped Wyatt’s face and titled it up for his kiss. As blowjobs went, that one had been pretty explosive, mostly due to what Wyatt meant to him. No other man would turn him on as his mate did.
“You’re still hard,” Wyatt said with a moan. “How the hell did you manage that?”
“It’s just something I can do,” Draven replied. Wrapping his arms around Wyatt, he rolled, going down on the couch, taking the other man with him so Wyatt ended up sprawled along him. “That was amazing.”
“I have to agree with that,” Wyatt said as he snuggled closer. “Unlike you, I need a few minutes to recover, then we can indulge in something that will be even better than oral sex.”
Draven had known this would come up, and had an excuse at the ready. He ran his hand up and down Wyatt’s back. “Ah, actually, we can’t.”
Wyatt lifted his head to look at him. “Why not? Please don’t tell me you have a boyfriend back in Toronto.”
He cupped Wyatt’s cheek. “Relax, babe. It’s nothing like that. I haven’t had a relationship for a very long time. And since I really wasn’t expecting to meet someone here, I’m not prepared for this. Unless you have condoms and lube with you.”
Wyatt gave him a sheepish smile. “Oh. I totally took that the wrong way. And no I don’t, not even back at the cottage. Like you, I thought I’d be spending my holiday alone at the lake.”
“So you can see why this is as far as we can go for now.” He gave Wyatt a lingering kiss. “It doesn’t mean I don’t want to, because I do. Badly. But I don’t mind waiting.”
Wyatt sighed. “I guess I don’t, either.”
“Stay with me,” Draven blurted.
“You mean overnight?”
“No, I mean stay here at the lake house with me for the rest of your holiday. Forget the cottage. If you aren’t comfortable sharing my bed, I do have a couple of spare bedrooms.”
Now that Draven had put Wyatt and him on the path to becoming mates, he wanted the other man close. Plus, he didn’t like the idea of Wyatt staying at the neglected cottage.
“Really?” Wyatt asked. “You want me to spend the next two weeks here at your lake house?”
“Yeah.” He stroked Wyatt’s stubble-roughened cheek. “I do. I’d much rather have you here with me instead of way over on the other side of the lake.”
“But how long are you going to be up here? Don’t you have to work?”
Draven chuckled. “No. I don’t have a job. To be honest, I’m rich enough that I’ll never have to work.”
Wyatt shook his head. “I should have known.”
“So will you stay or not?”
“Let me think here. You have a huge lake house with satellite TV and a flashy power boat. The cottage has no television, no radio and looks as if it has seen better days. Um, I think my answer is yes.”
“Does all that mean you’re using me for what my money can buy?” Draven asked with a smile.
“Hell no. I’m using you for your hot body and that big cock of yours.”
Draven laughed. “I guess I can live with that.”
Wyatt rolled off Draven and stood. He jerked his boxer-briefs up. “Good. Now let’s have the beers that are sitting on the table getting warm and watch some TV.” His gaze landed on Draven’s still hard cock. “I need the distraction, unless you want to go another round of what we just did.”