“You better hurry or they’ll be gone by the time you get over here.”
His mom laughs again as she scoops the rest of the cookies into a plastic bowl and pops a lid on. “There’s more here if you want, but don’t get a stomachache.”
Dacen kisses his mom’s forehead on his way over to the table with milk and two glasses. “They’re really good, Mom.”
She pats him on the cheek. “Thanks, baby.” He doesn’t seem to mind the nickname right now.
My phone dings with a text message while we’re consuming mass quantities of cookies and I ignore it. It can fucking wait. They can fucking wait forever, for all I care. I’ve got more important things to do.
* * *
After we finishour dessert we make our way up to Dacen’s room. As soon as we’re inside he strips down and throws his clothes in the hamper. I stare at him with wide eyes.
“Um, not that I’m complaining, but uh, your door is open, and uh, what the hell are you doing?”
Dacen smirks at me over his shoulder, then grabs a pair of sweatpants from his dresser. “I’m too full to stay in jeans.”
My mouth salivates at the sight of his naked body, and my eyes are locked onto his ass until it’s covered up again. I stalk over to him and grab his hips. His eyes darken as he reaches for my pants.
“What if your parents come up?”
Dacen bites his lip, pulls away from me, and walks toward the door. “We have a ‘leave the door open’ policy but…” He shuts the door and locks it, then comes to stand before me again. He starts to drop to his knees but I stop him. When he looks up I shake my head and nod toward the bed. With a very not graceful leap, he flops onto it and sprawls out. “Come touch me.”
You don’t have to tell me twice. Dacen rolls over and sits up, pressing his body against mine, then starts peppering kisses on me while I let my hands wander. He starts with my forehead, presses a kiss over each of my eyelids, runs his tongue down my neck, and slowly works his way toward my lips. This is even hotter because he’s breaking the rules by shutting his door. My dick swells at the thought of Dacen being naughty.
He shifts and plops himself in my lap and I wrap his legs around my waist and pull him closer. Dacen teases his fingers beneath my shirt and runs his hands up my chest, then shimmies a bit so my dick rests between his ass cheeks, save for the clothing between us. I want to kiss the smirk off his face he gives me when I bite my lip to hold in a moan. I need more of him, need him closer, and tug him closer, thrusting my hips up with the movement. He drops his head back, exposing his throat, and I want to lick him. I need my mouth on him. Now. I suck on his Adam’s apple, swirling my tongue around. The smile I find when I pull my head back is a wicked one, full of all sorts of promises. He rubs his ass against my dick, circling his hips in an agonizingly slow motion.
“D,” I growl out.
“Yeah?”
“You’re gonna be the death of me.” I reach into his sweatpants and grab his ass, one cheek per palm, and spread him open. Dacen’s breath catches in his throat when my fingers brush against his tight hole, and he rocks his hips. I bury myself in his neck and inhale deeply. “Would you ever want to, um—” I cough and feel my cheeks burn. “I mean, would you ever let me, you know.” What are words? And why have they vacated my brain? Why can’t I get out a coherent thought? What I’m trying to say is,You’re hot and I like you, wanna fuck?
Dacen feigns a shocked Southern Belle accent, holding a hand to his forehead and pretending to swoon. “Why, Mr. Ryne Sutton, are you saying you want to top me? Oh my heavens.”
“Yes.” My voice is raspy and as I look at Dacen I know my answer to be the truth. I want to do that and so much more. There are no moral reasons I haven’t had sex yet, I just honestly never found someone I wanted to take things that far with. It’s just sex, yes, but it’s, I don’t know. It’s easy to keep people at arm’s length when you’re only messing around. You do whatever and you move on. Sex is different. Not that it has to mean anything, but it can complicate things in an entirely different way and I’ve never wanted to go down that path before. But this sarcastic, aggravating, sexy, smart man, I think I want to keep him around. But one step at a time.
My eyes take in every detail of his face. The single pale freckle on his left eyelid and the teeny tiny freckle above his lips, so small it’s barely there; the tiny scar above his right eye that’s really only noticeable when you’re close enough to kiss it; his perfectly straight nose; razor sharp cheekbones. I commit each and every detail to memory, the ones I haven’t already memorized anyway. When my eyes find their way back to his mouth again his lower lip glistens where he ran his tongue over it. I’ve never been so jealous of a tongue before.
While I’m still sort of stupefied by my thoughts, Dacen brushes his lips against my ear, whispering as he does so. “I do want that. What if I want to top you some time, too, Ryne? Would you let me?” A shiver works through me and goosebumps spread down my arms. The thought of Dacen above me—or behind me—seeking pleasure inside my body where no one has ever gone before? My hips involuntarily thrust up again. Dacen looks down and back up with a knowing grin. “Should I take that as a ‘yes’ then?”
“You should take it as a ‘hell yes.’” I draw him as close as possible and devour his mouth. I own that mouth with every kiss, every lick, every suck from my own. I want to inhale him, suck him deep inside, and keep him.
He yanks my shirt over my head and shoves me back on the bed, then climbs me like a tree, not once breaking our kiss as he settles on top again. When we’re at risk of passing out from lack of oxygen, he sits up and just stares at me as he catches his breath. He doesn’t move, just sits there, taking the brunt of his weight on his thighs. “This is one of my favorite sights,” he sighs. “You’re so hot it’s almost unfair.” He runs a hand up my chest.
“Thanks, but right now, D? Less words, more touching.”
He grinds down on me and it feels fucking fantastic even with pants in the way. Dacen takes a few deep breaths. “You know we can’t have sex right this second though, right?”
I blink a few times. “Yeah, I mean, not right this second but maybe sixty seconds from now,” I tease. He opens his mouth but I continue before he has a chance. “Relax.” I reach up and brush my thumbs over his nipples and smirk at his gasp when I pinch them. “There’s no way I’d do anything to hurt this ass, okay?” I reach behind him and squeeze his cheeks. “We can work up to it.”
He leans forward and sucks on my neck, and for the next half hour or so we have all sorts of other fun together. Afterward, Dacen’s sleepy head rests on my chest and I run a hand through his hair, twirling the strands around my fingers.
“Ryne?” He sounds hesitant.
“Yeah?”
“Did we… did we go on a date this evening?” When I freeze he picks his head up and glares at me. “Don’t let your brain overheat, it was just a question.”
