Dash’s strong arm locked around my waist, drawing me flush against his chest. Like a bull in a china shop, he swept us off the dance floor, only taking out about half the dancers as I stumbled where Dash led.
Internally, I knew where we were headed. Dash liked his cuddle time almost as much as he enjoyed a good public display of affection. Loungers lined the outside of the pool, meaning I’d be there shortly with Dash’s tongue stuck down my throat for everyone to see.
Had I been a little less intoxicated and far less absorbed in the way his palms caressed all over me, I may have realized that we slipped past a dark curtain.
“I need you moving inside me.” His sweet breath, a fruity zephyr, floated over my lips. As his chest bumped against mine, putting space between us, a single packet of lube was tucked into my palm. He closed my fingers over it. “I can’t get over what happened. I need you to let me know that we’re good.”
A solid surge of adrenaline caught me off guard. My heart tripped over itself as uncertainty had me looking around our surroundings. Dark shadows loomed, yet we weren’t exactly removed from the party. At any point, one of Dash’s friends could wander in and catch us in the act. My drunk brain stopped giving a shit while my wicked cock twitched, all eager to get things started. At the same time, Dash gave a masterful stroke over my swim trunks, running base to tip.
“Is this a good idea?” I murmured, a sober thought trying to edge its way closer.
“Shh,” Dash whispered. My chin tilted down at the same moment his lifted to swipe that sinful tongue across my lips. His signature move to demand entrance. Of course, I opened.He drove greedily inside, taking a deep dive into my mouth. The world around us ceased to exist.
All the over-the-top devotion I felt for Dash mixed with the decadent way we kissed. A dominance seeking clash of tongue and teeth. Our special brand of foreplay. Like always, I wanted to please Dash more than myself.
After several long moments, I reluctantly pulled away, surveying the small area. The only items other than us were boxes of glassware. Maybe a storage area. As soon as I locked on my target, a secure place to bend Dash over, I snapped into a more sober state or at least less intoxicated. Dash’s wet tongue and soft, supple lips laved my cheek and jaw, aiming to take my mouth again. We had no time for an extended make-out session. We had to focus. Both my palms cupped his cheeks, pushing him away until his gaze met mine. “It’ll embarrass you if we get caught.”
His sly chuckle implied that I might not know him as well as I thought I did. His answer came with a shimmy, his swim trunks falling to his feet. “Yeah right. You got a lot to learn about me, cowboy.” That new nickname caught me by surprise. “My guy’s the hottest guy at the party, and he’s committed to me. Let the world see.”
I doubted the truth of those words, but all was forgotten when his fingers slid into the waistband of my trunks with no underwear to inhibit his touch. My swimwear tumbled down, pooling with his. Dash fisted my shaft, pulling and rubbing until my cock was hard as steel, pre-come already beading at my tip. Alcohol never dulled my physical attraction to Dash.
He’d studied me well, learning details of what I liked, and gave a twist with his tight grip. My eyes rolled into the back of my head, desire echoed in waves through me. My cock grew painfully hard, my hips involuntarily pitched forward. We both had to know my dick sought Dash’s warm, wet mouth.
He actually did it. His wicked tongue swiped through the slit in my tip.
“We don’t have time,” I hissed regretfully, dragging him up to shuffle us several feet backward, between two rows of stacked boxes. My hands roamed freely over his hard body, my mouth suctioned onto his neck. I was so deeply in love, I didn’t know where I began and he ended.
With no warning, Dash pivoted a one-eighty. His back was against my chest. All one hundred ninety pounds of him suddenly relaxed against me. The back of his head dropped to my shoulder. The world tilted as I absorbed his weight by taking a small stabilizing step behind me. My eyes closed, my arms wrapped tightly around him. That was when the world truly tumbled off its axis, causing my lids to pop open again. So no closing of the eyes. Shit just got more complicated.
“Bend over the boxes,” I encouraged quietly.
“Fuck me, Beau,” Dash murmured, swiveling his head toward me. “Hard and fast. Hurry.” That was my plan, but I understood its implication. I did generally like to take my time, building his pleasure before I ever sank inside his ass. Even with his directive, I had to nudge him between the shoulder blades to drop his chest forward.
As I tore the corner of the lube packet, Dash shot up that perfect ass, spread his legs, and stood on his tiptoes. He wrapped his fingers around his cock, stroking. Overwhelming desire flooded me at that sight. There was never a time I didn’t want him, but I loved this position.
Without a second thought, I slicked my cock then pushed my hand through the inviting crease. Three fingers easily breached his hole.
Dash reared back, driving my digits deeper inside. His handsome face twisted my direction, his plump lips opened intoan O, an almost silent moan escaped. His eyelids screwed closed. What a beautiful guy in the throes of passion.
My hand on one hip moved to his shoulder, gripping him there to keep him in place. He wanted to be dominated, I was up for the task. I bent my knees, positioned my cock at his entrance, and thrust balls deep straight into my love’s ass.
Jeez, what a fucking feeling. Dash’s channel surrounded me, both tight yet pliant. The pumping music and loud chatter faded away. Dash’s audible groan was all I needed to hear, a loving stroke to my soul.
“Shh,” I managed to say. With no buildup, I drove my hips in and out of my guy.
“So good,” Dash whispered or maybe I said that. The thundering in my ears drowned out all reason. This was good. A perfect end to our date night. Why hadn’t I thought of this three shots ago?
A wild frenzy built inside me, rough and eager. My hips pistoned. My thighs burned from the pace I kept. I punched up into him, drawing Dash off his feet with my pummeling tempo.
“You good?” I asked, unsure if I said the words loud enough to be heard. Nothing intelligible left his mouth. His body went limp, causing me to grab his hips, keeping him in place as the blinding pleasure of my release tingled in my balls.
My body hummed as I continued to pump my hips. I went deep and hard, snapping my pelvis, slapping against Dash with every thrust. He was going to feel the impact of this fucking for days. I was in complete rapture, my fingertips digging into Dash’s skin, holding him roughly in place.
Fire engulfed me from the inside out. Goosebumps erupted like tiny fireworks across my skin, even if we had time, I couldn’t hold back a second longer. My orgasm blasted from me, ribbons of come filling his ass. The off-the-charts intensity sent my body into spasm mode, lurching me around on a wild ride as I triedto regain control. I stumbled forward, tumbling down on top of Dash’s back, helpless to do more than absorb the intense pleasure careening through my system.
In unison, we slipped off the boxes. Dash’s entire limp body landed on top of mine. Normally, I could absorb Dash’s body weight, but the fingers I used on the ground below me for balance weren’t on my side.
“Dash, what’re you doin’? Help me out,” I said. He didn’t respond. Then I noticed his chest slowly rising and falling. He was asleep, or passed out, or both. Gently, I slapped his cheek to wake him. “Do you hear me?”
