Page 55 of Back to You
Chapter 17
“Oh, god. Don’t stop,” I moaned, still half-asleep. I didn’t want to wake up from this dream. Dane’s face was buried in my lap, his mouth wrapped around my aching cock as he sucked me off lazily. When he chuckled, the vibrations made my muscles twitch. Need bubbled through me like fizz in a champagne glass.
“Don’t worry, I didn’t plan on it,” came Dane’s husky voice, and my eyes popped open. Wait. This wasn’t a dream. Oh holy hell… I lifted my head to see him laying between my thighs, wetness glistening on those plump lips as he smirked at me. His hand tightened around my dick, giving it another slow pump.
“Dane,” I moaned.
His eyes twinkled with mischief. “You were dry-humping me in your sleep. Thought you should at least get off from it.” Without preamble, he took my swollen tip back into his mouth, lapping his tongue along my shaft. I bucked into his warm, wet embrace. He groaned around me, sucking in deep drags.
“Fuck!” My teeth scored over my lower lip as I watched him choke himself on my cock, and the obscene noises he made.God.I reached between my thighs to grab a big handful of his blond hair, squeezing tightly but not hard enough to hurt him. He only moaned deeper, making me shudder. “You aren’t playing fair,” I hissed.
“I’m only getting started,” he promised as he popped off my cock with a wet sound, his smirk growing. He licked his lips, his gaze fixed on mine. “God, I can’t seem to ever stop wanting you. Wanting to touch you. Wanting tofuckyou.” He nipped at my hipbone, abandoning my dick in exchange for climbing up my body. His mouth closed over mine, claiming my lips and my tongue as his, and who was I to argue?
“Then do it,” I uttered, rocking up against him at the same time he ground his boxer-clad groin over mine hard enough to make me see stars. I gripped the back of his neck and dragged him in for another round of wet, hungry kisses. “Fuck, Dane. I want you. I want you to do everything you ever fantasized about doing to me.”
“Everything?” His brows jumped up, suggestive and surprised at once. He leaned in close, his breath ghosting over my lips. “Even if I wanted to fuck you completely raw, with nothing between us?” He growled, like the very idea was enough to get him off. Excitement poured through me. “I want to fuck you, soul to soul, and god, I want to come inside of you so bad, want to feel how slick you are when you’re filled with my cum—and then I wanna fuck you again.”
I moaned. His body moved over mine in slow, smooth thrusts. I could feel the heat of his cock through the silk, rubbing against my dick tantalizingly. It was almost unbearable.
“Yes,” I gasped. “Do it.” We were both clean, and I knew that out of anyone in the world to ask me that, Dane Fisher was probably the only person I’d ever consider saying yes to. “Please. I want that.”
“Oh, fuck, Hols. Baby. You’re gonna kill me,” he whispered.
“Pretty sure that’s why they call orgasms ‘little deaths’.”
“Fuck.”
That’s how I ended up with my chest pressed flush to the bed and my ass in the air, with Dane knuckle-deep inside of me, stretching me with each glorious pump of his hand. I bit down on the corner of the pillowcase and moaned throatily when he worked a third in. My muscles clenched down around the intrusions. I shuddered hard.
“Dane. Fuck. Please,” I whined.
He groaned against my skin, kissing my shoulder and slicking down his cock with the rest of the lube on his hand. I bit my lip and bore down on him as he pushed inside, invading my body and my soul. His breath came out in ragged puffs against my skin as he began to move.
“Oh, damn. Shit, Hols, you feel like fucking heaven.”
I only managed to whimper in response, bucking back into him. His hand came down hard on my ass and I hissed at the sting, but he quickly soothed it away. He thrust in deep, then nearly pulled all the way out before sliding home once more. I moaned and clung to the bedsheets.
Each deep stroke of his body into mine sent me spiraling farther and farther into bliss. He filled me, stretched me, used me, claimed me—and fuck, it was the most amazing feeling in the world, belonging to him. “Fuck, Dane, I’m so close. Gonna cum,” I panted out, tugging on my own needy cock.
“You want it?” His breath fluttered against my sweaty skin. I nodded vigorously, but that wasn’t enough. He slapped my ass again and I moaned his name. “Tell me you want it,” Dane growled.
“I fucking want it,” I keened. “Want you to give me that load, fuck it in deep, please! I need it, Dane, please—oh fuck!” His hips slapped against mine hard enough that I felt it to my toes, and I lost it.
With a shout, I came in ribbons all over my hand and the bed. I came hard enough that the muscles in the bottoms of my feet curled to the point of cramping, until I was a whimpering mess on the bed. “Oh, Dane…”
His flesh clapped against mine in quick staccato beats, until all I could focus on was the heat of his body slamming in and out of me like a piston. I cried out his name again, thrashing beneath him, and felt him go. Heat spread inside of me with each pulse of his cock. He panted against my shoulder, biting down.
I collapsed on the bed, and he sagged on top of me.
We lay panting in the aftermath, my body humming with my release. With a soft groan, I turned my head to the side so I could look at Dane, so I could see what exactly I did to him.
His head was lolled back onto the pillows, his cheeks flushed and sweat glistening on his face. His lips parted, he breathed through his mouth with each gasping breath as he came down from his high.
My chest squeezed. “How long?” I whispered, asking what had been gnawing at me for a couple of weeks now. He blinked at me, looking a little lost. I swallowed and tried again. “How long? Like, before the wine and the kiss and the blowjob, how long had you wanted to do that?”
He slowly rolled over in bed so that he was facing me, tucking a pillow beneath his head. His hand came up to caress my shoulder before trailing fingertips down my arm.
“I’ve had feelings for you for a long time,” he admitted, his voice hushed. “I tried to pass it off at first, thinking maybe our bromance had crossed a line somewhere and that I was confused, because I swore to myself that I wasn’t gay and even if I was, there was no way I’d ever get a guy like you.”
