Dane

by Webster, K

  And I’m about to feed him.

  “Rinse off,” I command, a smile tugging at my lips.

  I love the way his stormy gray eyes turn darker, as though it turns him on when I order him around. For a bossy fucker, he sure likes the role reversal. We rinse off and when we’re done, he shuts off the water and grabs us some towels. He’s quiet as he waits for what’s next.

  “Dry off and lie on the bed. I want your head hanging off and prone to me.” I flash him a deviant grin. “I’m about to skull-fuck your sexy face.”

  Instead of giving me lip, he saunters away. I watch the globes of his ass tense and tighten with each step he takes. God, he’s so fucking hot.

  I follow after him because he’s mine.

  I follow after him because he wants me to take.

  I follow him because I want to follow after him like nobody I’ve ever been with before.

  Dane is different.

  I knew it the second I connected with his lonely, gray-eyed stare. I’d been drawn to him and then plugged into him the moment he spoke. His voice tugged at parts of my insides I didn’t know existed. Sensual ones. Unfamiliar ones. Happy ones. I just wanted to keep him talking so that burning in my chest would keep blazing away. And for that entire weekend, it did. He kept me on fire in more ways than one. This past week, avoiding him, has been hell. Now that we’re both naked and together, my world feels righted on its axis again.

  He’s changing me.

  And I’m not hating it one single bit.

  I just don’t like not feeling in control. This feels new and I still worry I’ll fuck it all up. The thought of having Dane gone from my life is a twist to the gut. That’s a feeling I most certainly hate.

  “Like this?” His voice is husky as he watches me, his head upside down, hanging off the side of the bed.

  Fuck.

  I sear this image into my mind. The image of this Adonis lying on his bed, his full lips parted and waiting, his dick slowly being pulled on by his strong hand.

  “You’re hot, old man. So hot you’re making me lose my mind.”

  He grins and it looks extra naughty upside down. “I’ll take that as a compliment. Now, get over here and feed me your cock, boy.”

  “Boy?” I prowl over to him, fisting my cock. “Does anything about this look ‘boy’ to you?”

  “I’ll need to see it up close to be sure,” he murmurs, eyeing my dick like it’s a piece of steak.

  I approach him and then slightly slap my dick on his face and against his lips to tease him. “You have to make me believe you want it,” I taunt. “Beg for this dick down your throat, D.”

  “Give me your cock,” he orders. Bossy fucker.

  “Give me your tongue first.”

  His hot tongue lashes out to tease the underside of my dick and I let out a sharp hiss of air. Then, he tongues the tip of my erection, tasting the pre-cum that beads there. He groans in pleasure and I bite on my sore bottom lip. Jesus, how I want to shove myself down his throat until he gags.

  “I like the taste.” His hot breath tickles me as his tongue tentatively searches for more.

  Crazy.

  He’s making me crazy.

  “Don’t suck dick like a girl, old man. Show me what you like. You know how this is done. You’ve just been on the wrong side all these years,” I tease.

  His lips wrap around my girth and I ease into his needy, hot mouth. At first, I let him tongue my dick some as I get it nice and wet. I part my thighs to get a good stance and then begin pushing deeper into his mouth.

  “Relax your throat,” I instruct. “That’s where I want to be.”

  He hums and grabs my thighs, urging me closer. His hot, wet mouth is torturous. It feels so good—too good. Like I might fucking die of pleasure. I plant a hand on his chest and push against him. The tip of my cock meets resistance at the back of his throat but then he relaxes like instructed. His heated breath from his nose tickles my nuts, sending ripples of pleasure surging through me.

  “Fuck, D,” I hiss. “Your mouth feels so fucking good.”

  He groans and the vibrations have me trembling with need. His dick twitches and the tip glistens with pre-cum. If I weren’t fucking his face, I’d lick that sexy tip and have a taste of him too.

  “I’m going to go deeper,” I rumble, my legs shaking with the need to come. “I want to fuck that throat of yours.”

  His strong fingers dig into my thighs, no doubt bruising me as he urges me to do my worst. With a firm thrust of my hips, I drive into his throat until he gags around me. The vibrations have my eyelids slamming shut in pleasure, but then I pop them back open so I can see him take every long inch of my dick.

  Sliding back out, I revel in the way it feels to be inside his mouth. I said he drives me crazy, but the truth is, right now I feel completely sane. One hundred percent homed in on this moment. Nothing can drag me away from the way his tight throat swallows down my cock with each thrust. The sloppy sounds as he breathes and gags and groans are fucking music. I love it. I am greedy for it.

  “You should see the way your neck bulges to take my dick, Dane,” I hiss. “It’s mesmerizing as hell.”

  He hums in response, causing my legs to tremble again. Slowly, I pull slightly out and then push back in. His Adam’s apple is pushed out and I can see the way his throat expands as my dick shoves its way in.

  His grip on my thighs becomes commanding as he urges me to go faster or harder. I do both. I lose myself to the sensations. Pure, unfiltered bliss. I fuck his handsome face until my nuts seize up against his nose and I’m losing control. My dick throbs out a massive load deep into his thirsty throat. He swallows against me, sending more ripples of pleasure shooting through me. When I’ve finally unloaded and my dick is no longer twitching, I slide from him and step away. He rolls over onto his stomach and then sits up on his haunches, a dirty, hungry glint in his wolfish eyes. With the back of his hand, he wipes away the saliva from his face and nods with his head, indicating he wants me closer. I prowl over to him and attack his mouth with a feral kiss.

  Salty.

  Fucking sweet too.

  He tastes too good to be true.

  We kiss for some time, with him on his knees and me standing beside the bed until he finally breaks away.

  “I’m going to shut down the lights. I’m not done with you, though,” he rumbles as he climbs off the bed, his eyes latching on to mine as he walks off.

  I smile as I climb into his massive king-sized bed. Once under the covers, I inhale his scent that clings to every surface of this house—a scent I have easily become addicted to. Soon, the lights go off and he climbs into the bed beside me.

  His body curls up behind mine and he wraps one of his muscular arms around me. That hard, impressive cock of his is pressed against my ass but he makes no moves to do anything about it.

  “This feels nice,” he rumbles, nuzzling his nose against my hair. “I could get used to this.”

  Me too.

  And that scares the shit out of me.

  He stiffens at my words. When Nick is touching or kissing or fucking, he’s the Nick from when we met. But when we talk, he’s someone different. This person I don’t know very well. I want to find a way to merge them.

  “Tell me about your sister,” I murmur.

  He snorts. “Way to kill a boner, D.”

  I thrust against him. “Mine’s still there. I just want to know more about you.”

  His body rolls my way and he settles on his back, releasing a heavy sigh. “Why?”

  “Because you’re naked in my bed. Because you got your ass beat by your dad tonight. Because you’re more than just a good fuck to me. I want fuck you, yes, but right now, I want to talk about you.”

  “Chris is in high school,” he grinds out. “She’s your typical snotty rich girl. Dad’s princess and Mom’s puppet. Not much to know.”

  “You’re not close?” I ask, splaying my palm on his chest.

  “Nope. It’s hard to get
close to someone who can’t stop taking selfies.”

  I chuckle. “Sounds like a phase. She’ll grow out of it and she’ll need her big brother again.”

  “Yeah,” he says softly. “Maybe.”

  “What do you do for fun?”

  “I get high.”

  We both laugh.

  “What do you do for fun that’s legal?” I amend.

  “In the Stratton house, ‘fun’ is chiseling away at your future. We study in school. We network. We attend functions and meet the right people. That is the Stratton way.” The bitterness in his voice is evident.

  “Hmmm…”

  “Hmmm? What kind of hmmm was that?”

  “It was the kind of hmmm that says we do things differently in the Alexander house.”

  “Oh yeah?” he asks. “How so?”

  “For one, we do fun shit that has nothing to do with our careers.”

  “You live alone,” he says grumpily.

  “Not anymore, roomie.”

  His body tenses once more but rather than let him get all weird about it, I kiss him. I suppose with Nick, I’ll have to try a different tactic with him. Pull info out and then distract him with my dick. Pull more info out and then distract him with my dick. Touch and go.

  As the kiss heats up and his greedy hand goes for my cock, I pull away. “I have a pool table. I’m not really that good at it but I like it anyway.”

  “Sounds like loads of fun.” His dry tone makes me chuckle.

  “Janice would never let me have one,” I utter, frowning in the dark. “It was a gift to myself when she left. I put it in her old craft room.”

  “I’m sorry. She sounds like such a bitch.”

  “You have no idea.”

  “So, a pool table, huh?” His tone is playful.

  “I have a dart board too,” I tell him with a grin. “There’s holes all over the fucking wall, but sometimes I hit the target.”

  “I don’t play games,” he says. “Well, not anymore.”

  “You used to?”

  He’s quiet for a moment. “Yeah. When I was a kid, my dad was a better dad. We’d play board games a lot. My favorite was Monopoly. Mom would make snacks and we’d play games. When we got tired, we’d watch movies. Christina was too little to play the board games, but she was always happy to eat the snacks.” The smile in his voice is wistful.

  “I think families are supposed to play games together,” I tell him, running my fingers along the grooves of his chest. “I have a whole closetful for when Mel comes over. She’ll annihilate anyone in Scrabble.”

  “She’s never played a Stratton,” he says with a chuckle.

  “I smell a challenge.” Then, before I can stop myself, I blurt out my words. “Spend Christmas with me at Mel’s.”

  Again with the stiffness. “I don’t know…”

  I never thought I’d have to convince my lover to meet my family. I’d assumed when we started this that maybe he’d be the one doing all the convincing since I’m the one coming to terms with my sexuality here. Nonetheless, I have this strong desire for him to meet my daughter.

  “Your house doesn’t sound like any place you want to be,” I urge. “Besides, I’ll need someone to help run interference with my soon-to-be ex-wife.”

  He chuckles. “You’re not selling it here, old man. You’re going to have to try harder than that.”

  “Mel makes the best ham,” I say.

  “Go on…”

  “And green bean casserole. So good.”

  “And…”

  “And my sweet little girl goes all out for dessert. There’s always, like, five pies to choose from.”

  “Can I wear my Santa suit?”

  “You can wear whatever the hell you want. I just want you there.” And that’s the damn truth. “I’m nervous as hell showing up with a man. I’m pretty sure Janice will give me all kinds of shit for it too. But Mel will be happy I’ve brought someone. All I’m saying is, it may not be perfect, but it’ll be interesting.”

  We’re quiet for a moment and then he lets out a resigned sigh.

  “I’ll go. Just know that this is way out of my comfort zone. Families and shit.”

  “My daughter is amazing,” I assure him. “She’ll make it fun. Mel is a sweetheart and makes dealing with her mother a breeze. Not all families are cold and distant. Some families are warm and loving.”

  “I’ll believe it when I see it,” he grumbles. “Are you going to fuck me now or what?”

  I laugh as I pull away. “Someone’s grumpy.”

  “We’ve spent half an hour talking about my hard limit.”

  “I guess I’ll have to cheer you up,” I tell him happily as I root around in the nightstand drawer for the lube and a condom. Once I’m sheathed and have a coat of lube on my dick, I crawl over to him. “Ready for my cock, pouty?”

  He starts to turn away, but I want to kiss him while my dick is inside him. I playfully push his thighs apart and then slide my lubricated cock along the underside of his balls. His breathing is quiet, but then a sharp hiss escapes him as I ease past the tight ring of his asshole. Instead of losing control and fucking him hard like the last time we were together, I slide slowly into him. Torturously slow. Once I’m all the way in, I grip his thigh below the back of his knee and push his leg up to gain further access. He groans in pleasure. I press against his body with mine, seeking out his mouth. In the dark, we meet uncoordinatedly so, but then our lips and tongues do what they’ve already been conditioned to do.

  Kiss like it’s the last one we’ll ever get.

  Hungry. Desperate. Feral.

  We devour each other as my hips rock against him. He feels tight around my dick. Every so often, his ass clenches, sending waves of pleasure exploding through me. I’m like a teenager around this guy. He makes me young again. Makes me feel like I can fuck forever—over and over again, despite my age.

  I kiss him in a thankful way.

  A way that says: thanks for reminding me I’m worthy of something like this.

  A way that says: thanks for teaching me it’s okay to explore what I want so deeply in my heart.

  I don’t think I’ll ever be able to express how much his hitting on me in that bar that night has fully done for me. It’s like I was reborn. Transformed into this man who was meant to follow his desires and attractions, even into unfamiliar territory.

  “Dane,” he groans, his fingers gripping my hips. “You fuck like you’re trying to get inside my goddamned soul.”

  His husky words send me over the edge. My cock surges with my release, pumping deep inside him, and we both make ragged sounds of pleasure.

  “In the relationship world, we don’t call this fucking,” I tell him simply, as my thrusting slows and I kiss him gently.

  It’s called making love.

  And I’ve only ever done it once.

  My skittish lover won’t like that proclamation, though. So, for now, I let our connection—both physical and emotional—blaze to an uncontrollable inferno. And when he’s ready, I’ll tell him what this is…and why he’s not going anywhere.

  He belongs here with me.

  I knew it, deep down, the moment his sexy ass smiled at me.

  I was fucked right then.

  Soon, he’ll realize he’s fucked too.

  We’ll be fucked together.

  “Wake up, sleepyhead.”

  Nick grunts out something unintelligible and I laugh.

  “Come on,” I say with a grin, admiring his naked body tangled up in the sheets on my bed. “Coffee’s getting cold.”

  He flips me off but sits up and yawns. I’d love to admire this man’s chest while I drink my coffee but I have some crap to work on this morning since I won’t be making it into the office. I stride back into the kitchen and sit down at the table, letting my gaze drift out the window.

  Snow.

  Tons of it too.

  So much that there is no way in hell either of us are leaving this house for the next
day or two. I smile at this thought. Even if he wants to run away, he can’t. I’ll wear his ass down when he has nowhere to go.

  Ten minutes later, he drags himself into the kitchen and onto a chair. I watch with amusement as he cradles his mug of coffee as though it’s the only one he’ll ever get. He’s wearing his sweats from last night and no shirt, giving me a lovely view of his sculpted shoulders and pecs. I’ve already showered and dressed for the day, but opted not to wear a suit. Since I won’t be going anywhere, I decided to dress in jeans and a waffle-textured black Henley, along with some black boots. Later, I’ll need to shovel the driveway for when I do get around to going into the office.

  “What’re you working on?” he asks.

  “Just rescheduling some client appointments. You got some work to do?”

  He shrugs. “Everything is in my car.”

  “You can borrow my laptop if you want.”

  “Yeah,” he says, nodding.

  I close out what I was working on and hand it over to him. Suddenly, seemingly alert, he furrows his brows and taps away on my computer. Click and tap. Click and tap. I watch him as he works and I enjoy my coffee, along with the view. His cheeks are scruffy this morning and his brown hair is a wild mess, but he’s hot. No matter what he’s wearing or what he’s doing, he’s hot.

  “When was the last time you updated this computer?” he asks, darting his brown eyes my way.

  “Who the hell knows. It always asks me to schedule the updates but I never have time. I put it off every time it asks me.”

  He snorts and shakes his head. “If you’d ever do the updates, your computer wouldn’t run like shit.”

  I frown. I thought it was getting old and was time for a new one. “The updates make it faster?”

  He gives me an exasperated look. “Among other things. Everything important saved?”

  “Yeah.”

  “Good.”

  While he works on it, I fry up some bacon and a couple of eggs for him. I ate at six this morning, but I bet he’s starving since it’s nearly ten. I fix him a plate and pour us more coffee while he works on my computer.

  “Did you sleep well?” I ask, my eyes darting to his lips as he bites into a piece of bacon.

  “I slept like a rock.”