Dacen hooks his arms under mine to wrap around my back and presses his body firmly to me. His rock-hard dick rubs against mine and I bite back a moan. “Yes. Fuck me, Ryne. Now, before I explode.”
I move one hand to the back of Dacen’s head and carefully tilt his face up. I search his eyes and find nothing but the desire to do just that, no hesitation or reservations at all. I kiss him and when he shakes his ass impatiently my lips turn up into a smirk. I pinch him on the ass.
“Get your ass on the bed. Now.”
Lust flashes in his eyes, hot and bright, and he grins. “Yes, sir.”
My eyes narrow and his grin deepens, then he bolts over to the bed and I pounce on it after him. I yank his sweatpants off and toss them aside. “Don’t need these right now.” Before I strip his boxers off or get too comfortable I reach over into the top drawer of my nightstand and pull out a bottle of lube and throw it over beside Dacen. The next thing I pull out is the big-ass box of condoms I recently bought and Dacen’s eyes widen.
“How many of those were you planning on needing today?”
I smirk again and shrug. “I wanted to be prepared for whenever it happened. I planned in advance for you, you should appreciate that.” He snickers quietly while I grab one of the condoms and throw the box back in the drawer, then settle over him. For a few seconds, I just take in the sight before me. He’s hot, beautiful perfection. I run a hand down Dacen’s side, tracing along the ridges of his ribs, and watch as goosebumps pop up everywhere I touch. “You’re perfect.”
The sass comes out with the giant eye roll I get in response. “You exaggerate.”
“I do not. Your body is insanely hot and made just for me.” Those words feel honest and right. They also shoot a jolt of pure lust straight to my dick and a low groan slips out.
“You okay?” Dacen sounds more curious than anything.
“Hell yeah.” Desire runs through my body like electricity through a live wire and my lazy perusal of his body becomes more calculated. I work my way along his torso with my lips and tongue, sucking each nipple, tracing my tongue along the lines of each abdominal muscle. My lips skate over his belly button and I dip my tongue inside. Dacen wiggles so I do it again.
“Come on! That tickles.”
I smile against his stomach. “I know.” A few more licks because it’s fun to tease him, and then I scoot a little further down his body, settling comfortably between his legs. I grab the waistband of his boxers and draw them down low enough to reveal the patch of hair he keeps neatly trimmed. “This is my new favorite spot,” I tell him as I lick the muscled indentation from there all the way up to his hip and back, then repeat it on the other side. He lets out a shuddered breath. “Doesn’t tickle anymore?”
“No,” he moans the word softly.
I place an open-mouth kiss on his dick, letting my tongue flick him lightly over the fabric. His hips thrust up seeking more contact and I chuckle. “Someone sure is keen.”
“As if you’re not.” Before I even know to wonder what’s happening, he performs some stealth ninja move, pulling me up and flipping me over until we’ve reversed positions and he’s straddling my waist.
“Hey.” His eyes twinkle and his lip twitches as he fights to hold back a smile.
“Dude, really?” I try to glare at him but he rocks his hips forward and grinds against me and all my irritated pretense is lost to the pleasure.
“I think your dick likes me.” He rocks forward again.
I peer up at him with a smile. “We established that fact long ago.” And because I can, I flip us so he’s once again on the bottom. He glares until I yank his boxers off and run my tongue up the length of his dick and take him deep into my mouth with one hard suck.
“Oh fuck,” he gasps, arching his back and digging his fingers into the sheets.
I really did plan in advance for this. I wanted to make sure I don’t hurt him so I looked up some, ah, tips online a couple weeks ago. I pop off his dick and feel around for the lube. Before I open it I slide up and kiss Dacen, hard, sucking on his tongue and biting his lip. He’s panting by the time I pull away again.
“You’re such a tease,” he rasps out.
I smile and snap the lid open, then pour some over my fingers. When I brush a finger along the crack of Dacen’s ass, his hips jerk up. He shudders and arches his back again, his body silently begging for more. I press against his hole and look at him. When he nods I slip one finger inside him, working it in deeper while I pump in and out slowly. I pour more lube on my fingers and add a second one, working him open carefully, taking my time. As soon as he can take it I add a third and his loud moan echoes around the room.
“Oh God, Ryne.” The sound shoots fiery sparks through my blood, fueling the inferno already blazing white-hot in my veins and traveling straight to my dick. When I remove my fingers Dacen whimpers, and holy hell that sound is gasoline to the flames of desire burning around us. I take in a ragged breath and let it out slowly.
“Turn over, D. On your hands and knees.” He immediately obeys. I press my lips to his spine and make a trail of soft, wet kisses down his back. The muscles of his ass fit perfectly in my hands and I give them a squeeze before gently spreading him open. “Fuuuck, Dacen,” I groan, and if I weren’t already on my knees myself, swear to God I’d fall to them right now. “If you could see what I’m seeing.” A deep hum of approval rumbles in my chest. “It’s the hottest fucking thing.”
Dacen peeks over his shoulder, and his cheeks—hisothercheeks—are tinged pink with a light blush at my words. Our eyes lock and that faint blush deepens and creeps up to the tips of his ears. It makes me smirk.
“You’re cute,” I tell him.
He swallows hard but then his dimples pop out and his eyes brighten. “Are you talking to me or to my ass?”
“Yes.”
