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“I think,” he sniffled, “that I’m having a hard time believing this is real.”
“I guess that means I’m going to have to spend a lot of time convincing you.”
Tad wiggled his eyebrows. “We could start tonight, you know. Right now.” The words just sounded a tiny bit watery.
“What about the tree?” Dakota asked.
The tree—Christmas, everything—had been forgotten.
“Dammit!” Tad exclaimed. “Fine, I’ll crawl under the tree this year, but you, Dakota Green, are on for next year.”
FIFTEEN
Dakota
“Please,Kota,” Tad moaned.
Dakota could get used to hearing those words from Tad. Especially when he was on his knees with that sexy ass in the air. Why had he been so stubborn? Waited so long?
“Please what?” he teased.
“Please just fuck me,” Tad ground out. “I need to come.” The fingers of one hand clawed at the bed sheet, his other hand jammed underneath one hip. “I want to come with you inside me.”
It wasn’t that Dakota didn’t want that too. It was that he didn’t want this first time to be over too soon. They’d never get another first time, and he wanted to draw it out as long as possible. His dick pulsed and a drop of come pearled on its tip. It obviously had other ideas.
“Fine.”
Thankfully, Tad had remembered to get the lube out of his bedside drawer. Dakota squeezed the gel onto his palm and fingers. Spreading Tad’s cheeks with one hand, he began tomassage his sexy, begging hole with one finger. No matter what Tad wanted, he wasn’t rushing this.
“Kota, Kota, Kota,” Tad chanted.
Dakota’s dick throbbed and his balls tightened. Once he pushed inside, all bets were off. He pressed his index finger inside and past the first ring of muscle and was rewarded with another loud groan. No words this time, just gibberish. Tad’s body quivered underneath his, making it hard to go slowly.
“Don’t worry, I’ve got you,” Kota whispered as he pulled his finger back out so he could add another. He was rewarded with a grunt and Tad pushing backward so that Kota’s fingers plunged deeper inside his ass.
As quickly as he could, Kota worked to get Tad ready.
“Soon,” he promised.
Twisting his fingers around, Kota finally found The Spot and was rewarded with another shout of pleasure and Tad pushing his hips further back and trying to grind into the mattress at the same time.
“Fuck, more, fuck.”
Gently Kota removed his fingers, pulled Tad further up, and tapped him on the hip—better to fuck him. In response, Tad spread his knees apart and arched his back.
Spreading a little more lube around, Kota grabbed his steel-hard cock and pressed his tip against Tad’s hole. Tad grunted and his hole released, and then Dakota was inside Tad’s body. Sweat dripped from Kota’s forehead onto Tad’s back, and with his free hand, he gripped Tad’s hip, using it as leverage.
The tightness, the heat of Tad’s body—it was too much and not enough at the same time. He plunged himself further inside, searching again for Tad’s prostate.
“Right there, right fucking there.” Tad’s voice was hoarse with want and need. “Don’t you fucking stop. Don’t you dare stop.”
With another gasping cry, Tad’s hole clenched around Dakota’s cock. It seemed like he could feel Tad orgasm, the hot come leaving his body, the pounding of his chest as he tried to catch his breath.
Dakota couldn’t speak. He could only keep moving back and forth while Tad rammed his hips backward again and again in the final throws of orgasm.
The intense friction, the molten heat, the emotional connection between Tad and himself, all worked in tandem to push Dakota over the edge. He couldn’t have stopped if he’d wanted to. His balls, already rock hard, somehow got harder, and then he too was coming. He could feel it over his entire body, even in his scalp and the tips of his fingers.
“Mmphg,” said Tad, his body still shaking from the aftermath.
