by Ann Lister
No way in hell kissing Dakota would be simple. That was the problem in a nutshell. Over the last few days, Simon had started to feel things for Dakota, and in many ways, he had already crossed that line. He was certainly attracted to him, loved spending time just hanging out, and even working with him seemed effortless. Whenever Dakota walked into a room, every nerve ending inside Simon lit up like the stage lights at a club, so what did that say about what was happening between them?
He definitely wanted a kiss from Dakota–and a whole lot more. Simon's fingers remained on Dakota's neck, but instead of pinching, the contact had become more of a caress, and still Dakota hadn't pulled away. His fingers trailed up the back of Dakota's scalp and tugged on his hair. The low rumble of a moan that escaped Dakota's throat gave Simon goosebumps.
“You're fucking with my head,” Simon whispered with heavy-lidded eyes.
“How so?”
“You make me want . . . ”
“What?” Dakota replied. “Tell me.”
“My mouth on yours–for starters.”
“What's stopping you?”
Simon leaned forward and pressed his forehead to Dakota's and sighed. The heat of the guy and the scent of his skin and hair was overwhelming, like too much of a good thing, and it was making his head spin. “We work together,” Simon finally managed to articulate and wasn't at all sure his statement made sense.
“This wasn't planned,” Dakota spoke. “It just sort of . . . is.”
Dakota's voice was so smooth and far more confident than Simon felt at the moment. That's when Simon realized Dakota's hand was gripping the back of his neck, too, almost as if he were afraid Simon might pull away. Was that even possible at this point?
Simon tipped his head and nuzzled his nose against Dakota's. He could feel hot puffs of breath bouncing between them. Christ, it felt like he was going to burst into flames. His clothing, his skin–it all felt ready to melt away and his bones turn to mush. Simon moved another inch closer, and in a wave of absolute need, he ventured further. He lightly brushed their lips together, and the fuse was lit.
“Fuck, I want to taste your mouth so bad,” he admitted.
“I want that, too,” Dakota urged. “Do it.”
Simon was nearly panting his excitement. He rubbed his cheek and jawline against Dakota's like a cat preening himself and looking for attention. Had he ever been this fucking turned on before? If the chemistry kept spiking like this, Simon was at risk of losing it in his pants without ever having the chance to pull out his cock.
Dakota held on to both sides of Simon's head and waited until their eyes met. “Are you afraid to kiss me?”
Simon slowly shook his head, as if even doing that simple movement was an effort in itself to accomplish. “No, I'm afraid I won't be able to stop.”
Dakota nipped at Simon's bottom lip. “Can we go inside?”
Chapter Seven
Simon was unaware of how they made the short distance to his bedroom, but as soon as they cleared the doorway, Dakota had him pushed up against the wall with a loud bang. “Kiss me now?”
Simon latched onto Dakota's waist and hauled him against his body and their groins mashed together. Dakota's long length was furiously rubbing over Simon's; the pleasure was so damn good. Any residual hesitation was long gone, and Simon's lips covered Dakota's partially opened mouth. As soon as their tongues swept over the other, it was a wrestling match of groping hands and arms and legs all trying to get what they both wanted: the other naked and spread out on the bed.
Simon fell onto his side on top of the rumpled bed comforter, wearing only his boxer briefs. Dakota joined him less than a beat later in a similar state of undress. So much hot skin exposed to him–Simon wasn't sure what he should touch first.
His shaky hands lifted and pressed to Dakota's chest. Nicely defined pectorals with just a dusting of soft hair swirled over each flat plane and perfectly round nipples with tiny, aroused pebbles in the center. His fingertips toyed with them as they circled each peak. He wanted to lick and bite them, but for now, that would have to wait.
Instead, Simon tipped his head and latched on to Dakota's willing mouth again, just as his fingers found the dark line of hair that led down to the waistband of his well-tented boxers. He loved the quiver he felt ripple through Dakota and the way his skin turned to goosebumps as his fingers skittered over it. Simon sighed into Dakota's mouth as his palm cupped around the hard mound stretching the fabric of his boxers. Dakota's girth was another nice surprise, which he couldn't wait to introduce to his mouth.
His fingers stroked Dakota's cock through the boxers before they slipped beneath the waistband and curled around his shaft. Heat greeted Simon, and all he could think about was pressing his nose and mouth right into the apex that held the intense warmth. It felt like he was sticking his hand into an oven, and damn, he wanted to feel the burn.
He could feel Dakota's cock pulse in his grip, and he liked the way his fingers had to stretch to reach around the entire circumference. He pulled off a few strokes before his hand moved lower to caress Dakota's tight sac. The new touch had Dakota's hips lifting up in invitation. He rolled the balls in his hand before his fingers explored higher across the length of the shaft towards the head. His thumb skimmed over the broad crest and was rewarded with a dripping tip which Simon couldn't wait to taste.
One slow, tight stroke using the pre-come as lubricant and Dakota screamed out, “Fuckkk! Feels so good.”
A moment later, Dakota had his hand in the front of Simon's boxers, and their lips collided again. Simon tasted every corner and crease of Dakota's mouth, fucked the sweet wetness with this tongue, and did his best to slide the tip of his tongue as deeply into the back of his throat as possible. His efforts were rewarded with the painfully sexy sounds of appreciation coming from Dakota. The erotic noises were as melodic as a song to Simon's ears, and he was getting closer and closer to coming from not much more than a hand stroking his cock. Their mouths opened wider, and Dakota started giving back as well as he was getting–his tongue thrusting right along the side of Simon's.
Simon's lips pulled off of Dakota's and moved to this throat. He licked and sucked on the Adam's apple and felt the slide of it beneath the flat of his tongue. He eased Dakota onto his back and rolled against his side before he started to explore his chest and abdomen with this fingers and mouth at the same time. The tickle of the hair and ripple of ab muscles against his tongue, as Dakota struggled to remain in control of himself, was beyond anything Simon had ever felt. He was dizzy with desire and wasn't sure how much longer he'd be able to last without release.
He pulled himself up on top of Dakota and brought them together and another moan left Dakota's mouth when their groins came in contact with the other. Jesus, the rubbing of their bodies alone was driving him insane. It was so good–so fucking good; there was no way this was something he could ever deny himself of again.
Simon slid lower and first licked, then bit, at Dakota's hip bone. He lifted his head and met the heated gaze of the man writhing beneath him on the bed; his legs spread wider with every pass of Simon's tongue across his skin. “I want to suck you,” Simon said. “That okay?”
Dakota's head fell to the pillows at the headboard. “Are you fucking kidding me?” he said and a chuckle that sounded desperate followed. “I'm so turned on right now, you could do just about anything to me. I won't say no. Go for it.”
Simon grinned and grabbed a hold of the waistband of Dakota's boxers. “Lift up for me,” he directed and a moment later, Dakota was blissfully naked. It was all Simon could do not to pounce on him, but the beautiful, hard cock sticking straight up from Dakota's groin was literally making his mouth water. He wanted this guy more than all the girls he'd been with, and that was saying something, considering the revolving door Simon had had in his life with bed partners. But this thing with Dakota was somehow bigger and so much better. It might even be life altering, for many reasons, some of which Simon wasn't even ready
to acknowledge.
Simon crouched on his hands and knees over Dakota's cock. He lowered his head and dragged his tongue from the base of the shaft all the way to the tip then collected the pool of pre-come waiting there for him.
“Fucking hell!” Dakota shouted into the silence of the room, and his hips involuntarily pitched up. “Oh god, yes!”
Simon slurped around Dakota's crown, then licked down the meaty shaft before he moved onto his very responsive sac. Every swipe of tongue or suction he applied had Dakota unraveling on the sheets and his legs spreading wider. Hearing his soft and sometimes loud musings of pleasure empowered Simon. It made him want to do more to drive Dakota completely out of his mind before he blew apart for Simon. Jesus, he couldn't wait to see that happen. Simon finished laving Dakota's sac and went back to his dripping cock head. He sucked it clean before he deep-throated him almost to the root. Dakota's hips launched again as he cried out.
“I'm really close,” Dakota warned.
That made Simon work harder at getting Dakota to his state of bliss. He wrapped his fingers around Dakota's shaft and stroked while he continued to bob his head. The twisting action of his fist had Dakota sweating, and the muscles in his legs began to strain.
“Oh, fuck!” Dakota groaned. “I'm gonna . . . ”
Before Dakota could say the last word, he was filling Simon's mouth with his release. Hot and thick, and salty-sweet, Simon relaxed his throat and kept swallowing him down until he was spent. He continued to ease Dakota through the aftershocks, and Simon watched him with pure rapture. Dakota was gorgeous on any day, but seeing him in the middle of an orgasm or after, when the veil of nirvana had settled over him . . . it was a work of beautiful art and something Simon intended to witness as many times as he could in the days to come.
Dakota's ragged breathing had barely slowed before he was sitting up and hooking his hands under Simon's armpits and hauling him up to straddle his lap. The tip of his aching cock pointed directly at Dakota's face. “Scoot up so you can fuck my mouth,” Dakota requested.
Simon tipped his head and wiped the wetness of Dakota's release off his chin. “Yeah? That's what you want?”
“Badly,” was all Dakota said.
Simon quickly kicked off his boxers onto the floor, then leaned forward and grabbed onto the headboard of his bed to steady himself while Dakota adjusted the pillows behind his head. Then Dakota's eyes lifted up to him, and Simon rolled his hips forward toward the parted lips that waited for him. He hissed when he felt the first flick of Dakota's tongue against his hot flesh. It seemed to coax him inside, and that's when Simon felt the wet heat of Dakota's mouth wrap around him. So fucking tight and slick. His eyes wanted to roll back in his head, but Simon didn't want to look away even for a second. If there was a heaven, Simon had found it inside Dakota's mouth.
This was perfection. The never-ending connection of their eyes added a layer of intimacy, which wrapped around Simon and held him safely in a sensual embrace, so much so, that it seemed almost spiritual. Jesus, he hoped Dakota never let go of him. As much as these sensations wound Simon up, they also blanketed him with peace at his core. This was where he was supposed to be and what he'd been missing out on for all those years. In the blink of an eye, Dakota had changed everything in Simon's life. Change was good. This was good, and Simon had no intention of ever going back to the empty life he was leading.
Simon's hips punched forward faster and slid with ease between Dakota's lips and into the delicious suction he offered. All too soon, Simon felt the first tickles of his impending orgasm tightening his balls. God, he needed this release like his next breath. His snaps quickened again and Dakota lengthened his neck to open his throat and take what he obviously knew was about to burst free from Simon.
“Holy shit!” Simon grunted as the first blast rocketed from his tip. Dakota held on to his hips and kept him rocking into his throat while he continued to swallow every drop Simon offered. It seemed to go on forever, and Simon briefly wondered if Dakota was drowning in his come. He focused on Dakota's serene gaze and only saw appreciation of what Simon had given to him. Before the last tremor had quaked through Simon, he dropped down on top of Dakota and took his mouth in a blazing kiss. He could taste himself there swirling on Dakota's tongue, but he could also taste the unique flavor of the man he held in his arms.
Their kiss deepened with searching licks and probes of their tongues until Simon finally pulled back to press a gentle kiss to Dakota's forehead. “Stay with me tonight,” he whispered against the sweat-dampened skin at Dakota's temple.
“Yeah?”
“I don't want you to leave.”
“That's good, because I'm too blissed-out to drive.”
Simon curled Dakota against him and smiled against the side of his head; the soft waves of his hair tickled his nose as he inhaled the woodsy scent. “I might hold you prisoner for quite a while,” he said and sighed. “I hope you brought a change of clothes.”
“Nope, I didn't. I'll have to go naked.”
“That works, too,” Simon said, and a moment later, he could hear Dakota's gentle snores.
Chapter Eight
Simon woke first with a bladder that needed attention. He was lying on his side and about to slide from the bed when he realized an arm held him cemented in the center of the mattress–a strong, finely muscled arm, which belonged to a man, to be more specific. There was a brief moment of panic that shot through his head as he tried to remember the events of the night before. Then he glanced over his shoulder and took in the sleeping form of Dakota, and everything inside him turned soft and warm.
Everything turned soft, that is, with the one major exception of the appendage between his legs. That particular piece of equipment was rock hard from the need to piss, but now that he'd seen Dakota curled against his back, his cock was beginning to get other ideas. First things first, though, and that meant a trip to the bathroom.
“Stay and keep me warm,” Dakota mumbled as Simon tried to ease free of his grip.
“I gotta piss,” Simon answered. “I'll be right back.”
“Yeah, me too,” Dakota said as he rolled onto his back.
Simon smiled at the big tent Dakota's morning wood had pitched beneath the thin sheet. “If you don't want to wait for my bathroom, there's a small one off of the kitchen by the entrance to the music room,” Simon explained. Dakota bolted from the bed and was already at the bedroom door when Simon stepped into the master bathroom. He moved in front of the toilet and pissed, then went to the sink to wash up and brush his teeth. It was while finger-combing his hair that he first noticed his reflection in the mirror. The ridiculous smile stretching his lips and the whole general lightness about his expression had Simon doing a double take at the image looking back at him.
He never smiled like this and he certainly didn't walk around with a sappy expression on his face, which looked like it had been permanently sculpted to stay that way. What the fuck was going on with him? He heard the sigh of relief coming from his bedroom as Dakota flopped back down onto the mattress after returning from the other bathroom. The sounds Dakota made pulled his attention back to the man. Dakota was the cause behind the changes Simon felt within himself, and he was, most definitely, the reason why his face seemed to be lit up like a fucking holiday greeting card these days. It was all Dakota's fault that he felt this kind of happiness.
Simon's eyes bounced back to the mirror again. He was still grinning like a fool, and after careful consideration, he could reasonably identify the emotion he was drowning in as being pure elation. I am truly happy–I'm happy with myself, and I'm certainly happy being with Dakota.
“Hey, stud,” Dakota called out to him. “Did you fall asleep on the toilet? Hurry up and get your ass back to bed. I'm horny!”
Jesus, hearing Dakota say those things made Simon's smile grow even wider and his dick twitch excitedly. He quickly dried off his hands with the towel hanging on the edge of the sink and hurried back to his bedroom. He
stopped short when his eyes landed on Dakota sprawled across his bed with his hand fisting his beautiful cock. He was all tanned skin, dark hair partially concealing his heated gaze, and his knees bent slightly to spread his thighs. That position had Simon's mind wandering to having his face planted between those legs, which was fast becoming his favorite place to be.
“Oh, thank god you're here,” Dakota said in a teasing tone. “I thought I was going to have to jerk myself off alone.”
Simon walked to the bed and sat down on the edge of it. His hand reached out and touched Dakota's thigh, then slid beneath it to stroke the soft skin behind his knee and all the way to the heat of his groin. His fingers caressed Dakota's sac before he moved them to his taint, then his index finger dragged a slow line down to his hole. Simon felt the opening flutter under the pad of his finger and his eyes lifted to Dakota's serene face.
“You like my finger there?” Simon asked and leaned closer.
“Fucking feels amazing,” Dakota answered. “Your mouth on my dick would feel even better.”
“How about my tongue on your asshole?” Simon asked. “Think you'd like that?”
Dakota's hand stilled on his cock and their eyes met. For a moment, Simon wondered if he had crossed a line and was possibly moving too fast, but Dakota made everything seem so easy and natural. He needed to remember that most of this was all new for both of them. But he found himself wanting to try it all–even the fucking, if Dakota was at all interested in topping him. If he had to be honest, when he fantasized about being with a man, it was completely submitting to him–and not the other way around, although he would top if that's what Dakota wanted.
“You want to lick my asshole?” Dakota asked with surprise.
Simon nodded. “Not just there. I'd like to lick you everywhere; and once I'm done with my oral exploration, I'd love to do a whole lot more with you, but I'm not in a rush. I want to savor every second I have with you.”
