“Suck my dick, Dacen,” I bite out.
Those four words ignite a fire inside me, an inferno hotter and brighter than anything between us up to this point. Lust and desire flash in his eyes at the command and I don’t even know who’s in control anymore. I’m commanding him to suck my dick, at his command to tell him what to do. Facts. Strange facts.
“Take all of me into that sassy mouth of yours and swallow. I want to feel myself here.” I grip his throat with one hand and squeeze gently. “While I fuck you here.” I brush my thumb over his lips and shove it inside. He swirls his tongue, tasting me until I pull it out and grab my dick. I pump twice slowly.
“Open up, D.”
Dacen licks his lips and opens his mouth. I slide the tip of my dick between those glistening lips and quickly become engulfed in the wet heat. I let out a low moan as his tongue swirls around the head slowly like he’s savoring the moment. I was wrong before. This… this is ecstasy. I’m completely drunk on Dacen.
“Good boy,” I taunt.
He responds by reaching behind me to cup my ass in his hands and gives it a rough squeeze. The pleasure mixed with the not-quite-pain is dizzying. I run my hands through his hair and tug, urging him on. I don’t miss the smile on his lips as he begins to sink down and take me further and further in. Still gripping my ass, he pulls me forward and I bottom out deep in his throat. His gag reflex is nowhere to be found and holy fuck does it feel fantastic.
“Are you-are you okay? You good?” I rasp out between pants. His chest rises and falls steadily with each breath through his nose. He nods his head minutely and that’s all the confirmation I need. I pull back so just my tip is in his mouth and push back in again, and then get into a rhythm, repeating the movements slowly. Out and in. Back and forth. Out to the tip and deep inside. After a minute or two, I remove one hand from his hair and reach underneath to stroke his throat.
I stare down at Dacen and somehow even with a mouthful of dick he manages to smirk up at me. Incoherent mumbles fall from my lips. This is exactly what I pictured yet better than anything I could have ever imagined. I want this to last forever but I’m going to come soon. I grip his hair again and pick up my pace, fucking his perfect mouth faster now. All the while Dacen holds tight to my ass, using my body to further increase the pace by pulling me harder and deeper with each one of my thrusts. He spreads my ass and brushes one finger along my hole, just barely applying pressure.
“I’m gonna—” I yank hard on his hair, probably to painful levels, and try to pull out but he yanks me back and I thrust deep inside. “Fuck!” I shout as my orgasm rips through me and cum shoots down his throat, marking him from the inside out. Once I’m empty I pull out and stagger a bit, sucking air as my ability to stand wavers a moment. Dacen holds me up by my ass and then pushes me down on the bed. He unzips and shoves his pants and boxers off, then climbs me and straddles my hips.
“Let me taste you, D.”
“No time,” he spits the words out while fisting his dick. I smack his hand away and replace it with my own, pumping roughly three times. The moan he makes as cum splashes onto my stomach and chest nearly has me hard again.
Hottest. Thing. Ever.
I swipe a finger through the mess on my chest and even though he just came, Dacen’s eyes flash as he watches me bring my finger to my lips and suck it clean. After a few deep breaths, Dacen bends forward and brushes our lips together, then gets up to grab a towel from the connected bathroom. He starts to wipe himself off of my body but that feels too intimate so I grab the towel and finish the task myself. How that’s more intimate than eating his spunk off my body I have no idea. I don’t make the rules in my brain, I only live by them. I sit up next to him on the edge of the bed.
“That was… I can’t… It was good.” I look over at him and there’s an odd look on his face he quickly replaces with a smug smile. But that little frown he hid, I want to know why it was there in the first place. “What was that look for?”
He stares at me a moment and then looks away. “Are you hungry? We could order pizza. Unless you want to run into town and get some burgers or something?”
“Dude, I may drive a Ford, but I recognize a dodge when I see one. Answer my question.”
He gives me a pointed look as he stands and tugs his boxers back on. “Piece of advice? Don’t attempt a career in comedy. It’s not your strong suit.” I narrow my eyes at him, cross my arms over my chest, and wait. He sighs and rolls his eyes, shaking his head at the ceiling. “Are you hungry or what? Because I’m starving.”
“Didn’t you just eat?” I joke.
Dacen chuckles. “If the whole soccer thing doesn’t pan out for you, maybe there is a career yet for you as a comedian. To answer THAT question, I have a big appetite.” His eyes shine but then he clears his throat and walks over to his nightstand and picks up his phone. “I’m gonna run downstairs and grab a menu. You coming?”
“I just did,” I point out facetiously.
He puts his head in one hand and groans. “I take it back again. No career in comedy for you. Now let’s order because I’m freaking famished.”
I had one of the best orgasms of my life, followed by witnessing one of the hottest things ever when Dacen straddled me and came all over me, and then he frowns? He didn’t answer my question, and I don’t like being ignored. Throwing on my boxers as fast as humanly possible, I head out of the room after Dacen and grab his wrist before he starts down the stairs. He looks back over his shoulder and smiles softly, and this little fluttery feeling kicks around in my gut. When I don’t let go, he turns and raises an eyebrow, waiting.
“What?” he finally asks when I stand there staring at him.
I yank him over so we’re chest to chest. Dacen sucks in a breath when I take his face in my hands and bring our lips together. Compared to what we just did, this kiss is completely PG, but I can’t get enough of him. The way his lips taste, the way his body feels, all of it. All the physical stuff anyway. I brush my thumbs over his cheekbones and give him one more kiss, then drop my hands and smirk.
“I’m ready to eat now.”
29
Dacen
I’m still riding the Ryne Sutton high. Today things are good-different again between us. This morning when I walked up to my locker he was leaning against his, standing there looking all hot. An entire kaleidoscope of butterflies took flight in my stomach. Chaos echoed through the hallway from other students as usual, but all I could focus on was Ryne. He wore his normal moody-boy expression, but the closer I got the more his lips turned up. We texted the rest of the weekend, but it was brief in both content and count. So when he blessed me with one of his real smiles when I stopped next to him, it felt like a weight lifted off my chest. I was so relieved we hadn’t backtracked. He even walked me to homeroom, gave me a flirty smirk, and told me he’d see me later.
Evie’s been giving me funny looks in the hallway between classes. I didn’t tell her exactly what happened. She’s my best friend but I’m not about to be all,hey so I sucked Ryne off this weekend and it was epically hot and it’s been playing on repeat over and over in my head since then. She’d die a thousand deaths at my feet from the shock. I left things vague but I swear every time she eyes me in the hallway her expression screams,give me the details!
