Page 27 of Back to You
“I do.”
“Turn over. Hands and knees, ass in the air.”
I didn’t hesitate. My chest pressed to the mattress, I reached back and grabbed my cheeks, spreading myself for him. I fully expected him to finger me until I was begging, but it wasn’t his finger that probed into me. It was his tongue. I gasped. Dane began to lick and kiss my hole, his tongue spearing inside, licking me open with deft strokes. I buried my face into his pillow and moaned loudly.
He added a finger and some lube, and my dick twitched to life once more. I hadn’t gotten laid in months. Outside of my own fingers, nothing had been in my ass in awhile, and Dane was bigger than most of the guys I’d slept with in the past. I knew it would probably hurt, but I didn’t give a damn. I’d bleed, if that’s what it took to finally have him.
“Dane,” I groaned. “DaneDaneDane, please, fuck me already. I need to feel you inside of me.” I lurched forwards when Dane’s teeth nipped over my cheek hard enough to leave a mark.
“Like this?” He ran his hands over my hips and down my spine, then used his knees to spread my legs. I squirmed beneath him, thrusting my ass out. I was on fire, melting from the inside out, and my only salvation was Dane’s perfect cock fucking me until I was boneless.
“Don’t care. Doesn’t matter. Please—ah!” His hand cracked down on my ass, leaving behind a sting. I swallowed my pleas and pinched my eyes shut, waiting for him to make his move. As the blunt head of his cock pushed slowly inside of me, I hissed and bit down on the pillowcase. It burned. I knew it would. “Shit...”
“Shh. I got you, Hols.” His breath huffed warm over my spine. His hands on my hips reassured me that he was right there, with every inch that I took, until all I could feel was Dane. Dane and his glorious dick, spreading me open wide. My breath came out jagged, but he kissed my shoulder. His body stilled inside of me. “Relax.”
“Oh, fuck. Dane…” I squeezed my muscles around him, only for him to chuckle and pepper kisses over my skin. I reached back to grasp at his hip, swallowing around the sudden dryness in my throat, then pushed back against him. “Go. Please. Move.”
“Your wish is my command.”
As it turned out, neither of us really liked to go slow. We went from motionless to fucking hard enough that I could feel his heavy balls slapping against my ass. I fisted my hands in the cotton bedsheets and bucked into his rhythmic thrusts, our panted breaths the symphony to our joined pleasure. Dane thrust into me, shoving me forwards with each jerk of his hips. I threw my head back and begged for more.
Each time his dick pierced into me, it felt like a little piece of my heart was chipping off. Each time he kissed and sucked at my skin, my soul hummed the notes to a song that I thought I’d long since forgotten. With every touch, every kiss, every thrust, it felt like Dane was pouring his heart out and begging me to listen to the way it beat.
I cried out his name as I came, my back arching with the pleasure that snapped rigid through me. Dane gripped my hips, but he didn’t slow down. He panted my name and kissed my neck until he was swept under by the force of his own orgasm. I sagged into the sheets beneath him. He rolled off of me, but held me close.
“That was hot,” I mumbled, turning my face towards him.
“Better?” Dane pressed the sweetest of kisses to my lips and my heart fluttered. I could only nod. I was drunk on this feeling of one-ness that we’d just shared. I wondered if Dane could feel it, too. One more kiss, then Dane sat up in bed. “Good. Now let’s clean up and play Smash, for real this time.” He smiled fondly at me. “I missed you.”
* * *
It didn’t even need to be said. We gamed until three in the morning, and then Dane took me by the hand and led me back to his bedroom. Stripping to only our underwear, we crawled beneath the sheets. He pressed himself against me and cuddled in close, wrapping an arm around my chest. A soft sigh fluttered the hairs at the back of my neck and made me shiver.
“I’ve been wishing for this since the last time you slept in my arms,” he murmured against my skin.
“I thought for sure you were straight,” I admitted.
“ButIkissedyou.”
“I figured that it was the wine talking. I told myself it couldn’t be real, that you’d wake up and you’d realize what we’d done, and you’d hate me.” My voice was a whisper now. “I was afraid of telling you how I felt, but god, it was so hard to keep my hands to myself when all I wanted to do was kiss you.”
“Doesn’t matter,” he told me. “You’re here now. I still can’t believe you’re in my bed.”
“I still can’t believe you fucked me like that. Holy shit, where’d you learn to screw?”
Dane only laughed. “I’ll never tell. Be good and maybe you’ll get a repeat performance in the morning. Goodnight, Hols. Sweet dreams.”
I smiled to myself as he nuzzled in. I ran my fingertips through his silky hair and listened to him breathe. In and out. Slow and deep. My eyelids grew heavier and heavier, but I didn’t want our night to end. It felt oddly fragile, like anything could happen and shatter this peaceful feeling in my heart.
I must’ve dozed off, because I was woken up to morning sunlight and slow, sweet kisses. I blinked the sleep from my eyes to gaze up at Dane. He hovered over me, his hair flopping forwards to tickle my forehead. His blue eyes were soulful and deep. “Hi,” he whispered against my lips.
“Hi.” I grazed my knuckles over the hint of stubble on his cheek, then drew him down for another kiss. He flopped to his side beside me. We lay like that for over an hour, gently touching and kissing with our only destination being comfort.
I sat upright with a jolt. “Shit! I need to get home. Grandma Gin is probably worried sick about me. Shit, shit, shit, I’m sorry Dane. I didn’t call and tell her I wouldn’t be coming home last night, and she worries.” I threw back the covers and started searching for my clothes.
“Grandma Gin?” He looked confused.
I paused with my hoodie poised over my head. “She’s pretty much my guardian angel,” I admitted, tugging the fabric down over my torso. I grabbed my balled-up socks off the floor and sat on the edge of the bed to put them on. My pants were still in the living room.
