Page 26 of Back to You
“Dane. Please.”
“Please what?” There was a naughty glint in his eye. He didn’t stop rubbing me, groping me, squeezing me. I wet my lips and tried to breathe through the blissful torture. “I didn’t peg you for the begging type.”
“I’m not, but—”
“But?” He ground his palm over my crotch.
“Please, touch me. Fuck. You’re driving me insane and youknowit.”
He laughed and kissed my abdomen, where my shirt had rucked up. “I know, baby. Lucky for you, there’s something I’ve been dying to do to you.”
Without preamble, he unsnapped my jeans and with one hard tug, yanked them down my thighs. My black briefs were sporting a wet spot, no doubt, but they were pulled down too. Dane discarded my sneakers and my pants, then ran both hands up my bare thighs. I quivered beneath his touch.
His warm breath puffed out over my swollen cockhead, purple and glistening. My balls ached like I hadn’t gotten off in weeks—that was the power Dane Fisher had over me.
He glanced up at me, down to my leaking dick, and back up again. He had me exactly where he wanted me, and he knew it. Smirking, he curled his fingers around my cock and fisted over me. Slowly. I bit my lip to keep from grunting…or begging for more.
“I think about that night a lot.” He rubbed his thumb in a circle over my slit, smearing precum between his fingers. “Got off to it a bunch,too.” His chuckle was low and throaty, and then he dragged his hot tongue up the underside of my shaft. Pleasure tingled in my balls. “Always wished I had the chance to do this.”
It was all I could do to breathe as he wrapped his full lips around my cock and began to suck me off. This might be it. This might truly be the death of me. I whimpered his name, then knotted my fingers in his damp locks. Dane groaned low and redoubled his efforts, his hands working in tandem with his lips and tongue.
“Oh,fuck.” It didn’t take me long to realize that Dane knew exactly what he was doing—and he was good at it. He was confident and his mouth was hot and hungry, swallowing me down with each quick bob of his head. I spread my thighs and clung to him, one hand in his hair while the other gripped at my own. Pleasure burned hotter and hotter.
“N-Not gonna last.” My balls tensed up, tingling and aching with the need to come. Dane’s eyes met mine, right before his index finger massaged against my asshole. That was all I needed. With a hoarse shout, I came, my muscles clenching and my body shaking. Dane stroked out every last droplet of pleasure, then came off with a wet smack of his lips.
Holy hell.
He climbed on top of me, kissing his way up my body. His hands framed my face and he thrust his tongue into my mouth. I moaned and wrapped my arms around his neck, panting for breath between demanding, passionate kisses. When he pulled back, his eyes were as black as an inky sea, his pupils blown out with desire.
“Want you,” he mumbled against my lips, our noses rubbing together. “I want you so damn bad.”
“Yeah?” I breathed.
He grabbed my hand and drew it down to his own erection. “Yeah. I’ve only been dreaming of fucking you since the day you left. Now that I found you…” His lips curled up at the corners. “I’m not letting you get away, not until I’ve left my mark.” He nipped my lip and tugged it into his mouth, his eyes going half-lidded. “If you want to wait…”
“No.” I pushed at his shoulder. “Bedroom?”
“Yes.” He jumped to his feet and grabbed my hand, and we ran down the hall. Dane dragged me into his room and kicked the door shut behind him. “Strip,” he barked. He reached back and tugged his t-shirt off, tossing it to the floor.
“Bossy.”
“You know it. Lose the shirt and the socks. I wanna see you naked, on your back, on my bed with your legs spread.” His face flushed, but the intensity in his eyes only brightened. My heart kicked in my chest. He toed off his shoes, and then his pants and those damnable silk boxers hit the floor. I stood there, in awe of his beauty, still wearing my shirt and socks.
“Hollister Bay, if you don’t get naked, I’m gonna kick your ass—right after I’m done plowing it.”
I laughed and started stripping. “Someone’shorny.”
“It’s your fault,” he replied. “Waltzing back into my life, too damn sexy to resist. Bed. Now.”
With a snort, I walked past him—slowly—and slapped him on the ass. He yelped, then tackled me the moment I climbed into bed. The heat of his hard body rubbing shamelessly against mine was such a turn on that it made my head spin. I grasped at his shoulders and neck as he began to kiss me fervently once more.
I reached between us and tugged on his erection, loving the feel of him in my hand. He was bigger than I remembered. Heat sizzled over my skin. Breathless, we parted. Dane rolled across the bed and dug around in his bedside table. He returned with a half-used bottle of lube and a condom pinched between two fingers.
“Only if you’re sure,” he told me.
“Dane, I’ve been waiting for this for what seems like a hundred years. Please. I want this, maybe even more than you do.”
“I don’t know about that,” he murmured.
