Page 22 of Dirty Dare

He looks me over then. Slowly. Nostrils flaring as he sees me getting hard beneath his stare.

Voice low, he goes on, “Drag you out of parties before they’re over…”

Is this real? “Before they’ve even started.”

“Buy lube in bulk…”

I cough out a laugh, pushing my dick down. Not that it does much good when he closes the distance between us, brushing my hand aside to replace it with his.

Oh God.

“N-Not sure Dean’s Pharmacy carries it in bulk,” I croak, emotion and need churning within me, the squeeze of his hand driving me to the edge.

He hums, leaning closer so I can feel the barest hint of his stubble scrape against mine. His breath, warm against my neck. “I’ll order online.”

And that’s it. I break. Grabbing him by the back of the head, I pull him to me for a hard kiss with one hand while the other slides into his boxers to stroke him.

He grunts against my mouth, opening to the thrust of my tongue as he pushes into my hold. Hips flexing, he gives me another mind-wrecking squeeze before releasing, but only to push the fabric out of the way and grip me in his fist.

I’ve fantasized about this. For years. Remembering the taste of his kiss, the feel of his hand on me, tentative at first and then bolder. Pretending my touch was his. But no fantasy compares to this.

Mouths fused, hearts slamming, we kiss harder, deeper. Our tongues rolling over and against each other. Sliding and stroking as our hands do the same.

I shudder against him, aching within his hold while pumping his steely length in mine.

Fuck, he’s perfect. Thick and hot with enough precum leaking from his slit to run down my thumb.

He’s perfect, growling and gasping as he crowds me into the corner and, again, brushes my hand aside. This time so he can line us up and take both our cocks in his massive hand. I look down, breath locked in the vise of my chest. And seeing our bulbous heads together like that, side by side, his a shade darker, mine a bit wider, both glistening with every firm jerk of his fist—

Perfect.

It's too good. Too hot. Too hard and fast and so fucking right. And when I see another swell of pearly liquid push from his slit and run over mine...

“Need to make you come,” he grits out, firming his hold even more.

Pressure and relief surge through me as Trev takes my mouth in another claiming kiss.

Moaning around the hard thrust of his tongue, I give in, coming over his fingers in hot spurts that slick up his hold. Jesus, the sounds he makes when it happens… it’s like he’s the one who finished instead of me.

His mouth tears from mine, and he looks down at his hand covered in my release before meeting my eyes again.

“Cam,” he gasps, following me over with a breathless, shuddering release that’s more beautiful than anything I’ve ever seen before.

Eyes still locked with mine, he shakes his head. “That was… fuck. Gonna have to do that again.” He takes another, slower breath and smiles at me.

That smile is like the sun.

And God, I want him. I want everything.

Just so long as it doesn’t look like we’re falling in love. Because when he’s gone, it’s going to be painful enough for me to deal with the fact that I already have without the whole town knowing it too.

8

Trevor

I was joking about the lube. Mostly.

We both had some on hand and, even though we haven’t actually gone there, when we used it up this morning… I realized I really was going to have to make an emergency run to the pharmacy for more.

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