“Coming like that would’ve been messy, and while I love knowing you’re going to get up there fully sated because of me, I can’t let the crowd know what you were doing beforehand.” I suck the tip of him into my mouth, twirling my tongue around for a moment before adding, “So, I’m gonna need you to be a good boy and come in my mouth instead.”
“Christ,you’re so fucking hot,” he groans seconds before I swallow his length.
Eager hands find the back of my head, gripping the strands as he pumps into my mouth, fucking my face while I reach down and fuck my fist.
“Don’t you fucking come yet,” Segan growls, and when I glance up at him beneath my lashes, his eyes are hungry as he alternates between watching his cock disappear between my lips and my hand feverishly stroking my dick. “You’re gonna come in my mouth too.”
I let go of my length, Segan grunting out his appreciation, and instead, I bring my hand up, trailing behind his balls and across his taint. A full-body shiver rolls through him as the pad of my finger circles his entrance. I feel it pucker against my touch, and that’s all it takes to have Segan emptying down my throat.
He holds me all the way down, my nose brushing against his dark, trimmed pubes as he groans through his release. When he’s finally done, he pulls out, and I gulp in a big lungful of air before he’s hauling me up and dropping to his knees this time.
Segan swallows me into his mouth like he’s starving and I’m his one source of nourishment. My knees nearly buckle, but he still doesn’t let up. He sucks, and slurps, and licks, seemingly unable to get enough of me. It’s sloppy, with spit strings dripping out the side of his mouth, down to my balls. I love it. I love when Segan gets feral like this.
It’s only been about a month since we decided to make this official, but I don’t see the honeymoon stage ending any time soon, and that’s more than alright with me.
Taking me deep in his throat—because for someone who never sucked a single dick in his life up until a few weeks ago, he sure is fucking great at it—he swallows around the tip, the constriction making me see stars, my release sneaking up as I unload down his hot, tight throat, the sound coming out of me more animal than human, my limbs trembling and twitching.
“Fuck, Segan!”
He pulls off, swiping his tongue along his bottom lip, a shit-eating grin plastered on his face. “I’m getting good at that, aren’t I?”
“Getting a little cocky,” I hum as I tuck myself back into my jeans and buckle them.
Segan stands, doing the same before buckling his belt. “I’m right, and you know it, Uncle Josie. Admit it, I suck a mean cock.”
I pull him in for a kiss, the taste of us both mixing together, creating an addictive taste I can’t get enough of. “Better get out there, country boy. Your fans are waiting.”
“I love you,” he mutters against my lips.
“I love you too.” I’ll never get tired of saying those three words to him. Sometimes, it still feels so surreal that this is the life I get to wake up and live every day.
After every bad thing we had to go through, all the shit we endured together and apart, to get to call him mine and know wholeheartedly that he loves me wholly… it’s a dream come true.
“Meet you after?” he asks, like there would be any alternative to that.
I nod, shoving him toward the door, and then slapping his ass on the way out. “Go get ’em, baby!”
45
SEGAN
“Let’s pour a round of shots!” I shout across the now empty arena, trying, but failing, to get everyone’s attention.
Tonight’s show was bigger than I anticipated, but it was one hell of a night. We’re doing it again tomorrow night before heading back to Nashville on Sunday morning. It’s beautiful here, so I can see why Voss misses it so much.
My eyes scan the area, locking on Josiah’s, not even surprised he’s already watching me. I love knowing his eyes are always on me. Like earlier, when I was performing, and I knew without even turning around that he was backstage, his focus solely on me. It warmed my cheeks and made my dick thicken a little behind my guitar, remembering what we did right before I took the stage. I swear, even halfway through the show, I could still taste him on the back of my tongue. Talk about intoxicating.
Someone bumps my arm, and when I drag my gaze away from Josiah to the person beside me, I realize it’s Boone Stanton, one of the professional bull riders. We got to see him in action this afternoon before I had to get ready for the show. He is fuckinggoodat what he does… and looks damn good doing it.
“What’s up?”
He grins, his face all sharp lines and cocky energy. “I know it’s getting to be pretty late, but if it’s okay with you, there’s someone who’d love to meet you.”
“Yeah, man, of course.”
“Sweet,” he chirps before turning and bending down. When he turns to face me again, he’s holding the cutest little girl I think I’ve ever seen. I’m fucking terrible at guessing ages, but she can’t be older than two or three, and her blonde hair bounces around her head in tight curls. Her blue eyes stare at me all wide-eyed as she lets out a squeaky giggle.
“And who might this pretty little girl be?” I ask, giving her my finger to shake. She tries to bring it up to her mouth, so I take it away before she can.
