“C’mon, Korren. Get your ass into the bedroom.”
I make a pointless attempt at adjusting myself under the table. Then I down the last of my whisky and follow him through the door.
“How’re we doing this?” I ask, staring at the bed. I cannot fucking believe this is happening.
“There’s a bunch of positions we could try,” Dex says with a self-conscious laugh. “Or there’s the classic where you bend me over backward.”
“That one. So I don’t have to look you in the face.”
Dex snorts. “And you’ll have to—uh—start with your fingers. To prepare me, or something.”
“Really? Fuck this.”
“This was your idea, may I remind you.”
“I know, asshole.”
Dex fixes me with a strange look. “What are the rules, then? Clothes on or off? Kissing or no?”
That’s a good point. I could make it fast and rough and get it over with as quickly as possible, but somehow I don’t think that’s going to work for me. If we’re doing this, we have to go all the way.
“I think we need to pretend we’re into it,” I say cautiously. “As long as that works for you.”
“’Course.” There’s definitely something odd about Dex’s smile now.
He studies me for a long moment, and I return his gaze, cock throbbing where it’s trapped beneath my belt.
Then he seizes me by the back of the head and kisses me.
It’s totally different from our first kiss back at the bonfire. That one was more enjoyable than I’d expected, but he had been a stranger. Now it’s Dex I’m kissing, Dex who bought clothes for me when I couldn’t afford the laundromat, Dex whose hand fits mine so well, Dex who put up with my bad mood all through our posting.
As he deepens the kiss, all I can think of is getting more of it. His tongue grazes my lip, and I’m fucking losing my mind as I thrust my tongue into his mouth.
Dex fumbles with my buttons without breaking the kiss, so I do the same, and then we break apart for a moment to shed our shirts.
We’re both breathing hard, and when Dex runs his eyes appreciatively down my torso, I do the same.
Fuck, Dex is hot. I think I’m allowed to admit that given the context. For a second I imagine him shoving me onto the bedand ramming his cock into me, but that wasn’t the dare.Focus, Korren.
Then he’s kissing me again as he removes my belt and drags my pants off, freeing my boner to stand as irrefutable proof that I’m into this.
“You’re fucking gorgeous, Korren,” Dex says huskily. He wraps a hand around my cock and gives a tug, startling a gasp from me.
My hands aren’t working properly as I unzip his fly and yank his pants out of the way. I lean forward for another kiss, and this time his cock grazes mine.
I want more of that.
Dex crowds me up against the bed and gives a little shove so I collapse on my back, and a moment later he’s crawling over me. As he ducks his head to kiss me, he rocks his hips forward so his cock slides against mine. He thrusts forward, his cock going between my legs, grazing my balls on the way down.
I’m desperate for more. We grind against each other, chasing friction, our mouths moving together as if we’re wrestling. My cock is so hard it’s leaking, and the wetness only makes this more fucking amazing.
“Stop,” Dex says hoarsely, trapping my hips against his. My cock throbs where it’s pressed into him. “You’re gonna come before you’ve even done the deed.”
He’s probably right.
“Turn over, then.” I raise myself off his hips, and he rolls over and gets up on hands and knees. That fine ass of his is suddenly right in my face.
“So, what?” I ask. “I just shove a finger in there until you’re ready for more?” I’m definitely tipsy now.
