“Your parents are gone?”
Dacen smirks and nods as he unlocks the door then yanks me inside the house and slams the door shut behind us. I barely have time to take my shoes off before we’re rushed up to his bedroom. He grabs my hand and pulls me over to the bed, stopping beside it and pausing.
“Is this okay? Because you’ve been drinking, and I don’t want you to end up regretting anything or holding it against me.” His lips brush against my ear with each whispered concern, and his breath tickles a trail of goosebumps down my neck. Dacen drops his hands and pulls away while he waits for me to answer. His eyes bore into me like he’s trying to pull the thoughts right from my mind.
Is this okay? My body is drawn to him in ways I don’t comprehend and sure as hell can’t explain. In the back of my mind, there’s adanger! keep away!warning bell blaring and my brain tells me to make an immediate exit. But I’m standing in front of him with a rock-hard dick desperately needing to come, and he looks like he wants to eat me for breakfast. We can take pleasure from each other. We can make each other’s bodies feel good and keep it at that. It’s what I do and it works. It’s fine. It’s either that or stop this right now. Slow down, get some control back, walk away and leave.
I lick my lips and drag the lower one through my teeth slowly. Dacen’s eyes fixate on the movement but then he glances off to the side. He’s not going to touch me again until I answer his question, stubborn bastard. I want him to touch me again. I want to touch him. My dick wants both of those things to happen, and soon.
“Yeah.” I finally answer him and it draws his attention back. My voice is husky and not at all indecisive.
He smiles softly, then grabs me by the hips and yanks me against him. His personality is this strange combination of anxious sweetness and loud commanding energy, and this bold, direct side of him turns me on. Everything about him does if I’m being honest.
He flicks his tongue against my earlobe and draws it between his lips. The way he moves over my skin, down my neck, and works his way to my other ear, all while expertly sucking and licking the entire time, has me dying to know what it would feel like if my dick were filling his mouth right now. The thought of his lips wrapped tightly around me, taking me in one inch at a time until I bottom out deep in his throat, has me harder than I’ve ever been. I grip his hips and pull him in tighter. The need for release is almost painful.
A low moan slips from my lips and Dacen lets go of my earlobe with a pop. He leans back a smidgeon and stares at me. His eyes flash brightly and there’s a smirk on his face that at some points over the last few months I’d have wanted to maybe wipe off with my fist. Right now it’s sexy as hell and it takes all my self-restraint not to throw him down and maul him with everything I’ve got; my tongue, lips, hands, dick, they all want their turn at him.
“Why’d you stop?” I growl out.
My jeans strain against the dick trying to sword fight its way out of them as I wait for him to make his next play. There’s no smirk, no grin on his face anymore. His eyes are locked on mine, target acquired, and the air feels positively charged and pulsing with electric energy. Waves of pure lust and desire snap and crackle all around us. The hairs on my arms even stand at attention, though I suppose goosebumps are to blame. Dacen grabs my dick with one hand and squeezes. His touch has me practically seeing stars and I’ve not dropped even one stitch of clothing.
“Just making sure you’re still on board.”
After giving me a quick once-over, Dacen pulls my shirt over my head and drops to his knees in front of me. He rips his shirt off, tossing it aside, and unbuttons my pants, pulling them down to my thighs. I’m so worked up right now I might explode on contact. When he leans forward and places an agonizingly slow open-mouth kiss atop the growing bulge threatening to poke his eye out, I moan. A few drops of precum dampen the fabric of my boxers. He looks up at me and without breaking eye contact draws that darker spot into his mouth and sucks, both tasting me and torturing me a little more in one movement.
Remember that control and roll-slowing I was considering? Yeah, that shit just went out the window along with any remaining indecision.
Dacen sits back on his haunches and places his hands on my waistband. He pulls my boxers down just enough to expose the beginnings of short dark hair and pauses. Drags a bit more and pauses again. Then he looks up at me with amused surprise on his face.
“You manscape. I didn’t notice last time.”
“Um, yeah. Can we talk about this another time? Mood killer, dude.” Although my dick has not gone down even one iota.
“Yeah no, I’m just sort of surprised by Sexy Southern Sutton manscapes. Give me a minute here to recover from the shock. Nice job, by the way.”
“I know how to whack my way around a bush, okay? Can we be done with this conversation now?” I’m irritated but also trying not to laugh.
“Okay.” Dacen smiles at me, and for a moment all the sexual tension surrounding us is frozen in time and I just focus on him.
The happy, genuine smile lights him up from the inside out, and as unlikely as I am to ever say anything like this out loud, I can safely admit within the confines of my mind that he is breathtaking. Despite the small piece of his hair that’s decided to do its own thing right now, sticking out in the wrong direction, he is the sexiest person I’ve ever met. Maybe even because of that rogue section of hair going against his normally perfect look. It’s adorable. And I don’t know what to do with a thought like that. I don’t have time to dwell on it because Dacen pulls my boxers the rest of the way down and my dick finally springs free.
Having pushed my clothes past my ankles and helping me step out of them, Dacen runs his hands up my calves and then up my thighs, tracing his thumbs through the grooves in my muscles as they travel upward. With one hand he brushes along my balls, rubbing the underside softly. I close my eyes and throw my head back, another moan already threatening to escape.
“You’re so hard it looks painful, Ryne.”
I’d already fully sobered up but I feel drunk right now, completely drunk with ecstasy. I slowly raise my head back up and then peer down at Dacen, watching in fascination as he continues to rub with one hand and swipes his thumb across my tip with his other hand. When he brings that thumb to his lips and sucks on it, I know I’m done for. There’s no turning back, not for me. He’s too fucking sexy and I’m too fucking gone to dwell on the past. Not right now, anyway.
“I could help with that, of course. But I won’t yet.”
What the fuck.
He reaches a hand around and pinches me on the ass. “Simmer down there, country boy. I see the tension in those strong leg muscles of yours. I just meant I won’t until you tell me exactly what to do to help.”
The weight that just dropped on my chest lifts again and my muscles relax. I swallow hard, my Adam’s apple bobbing with the movement. Being here with Dacen, doing this together, feels different than anything I’ve experienced before with anyone else and leaves me feeling untethered. I ignore the voice weaving through my muddled brain that whispers the truth to me, the reason this feels different. I just… I can’t. I shove the voice aside and focus on what’s right in front of me. Here goes nothing. I’m jumping into a rowboat headed upstream in choppy, uncharted waters, without a paddle or a life vest or even a fucking bucket to bail out if needed.
“I want you to suck my dick.”
“TELL ME what to do, Ryne.” His tone is firm and direct. A round of irritation swirls through me at his bossy ass and my nostrils flare.
