Chapter 26
The Date
Carter
I looked at my reflection in the mirror, wondering if I was overdressed, but it was a date after all. A black T-shirt, black slacks, and black shoes seemed appropriate for the occasion. Also, it was my first date with a man. Fuck. Was I doing this? Yes, because I couldn’t imagine not going. Beyond that, I knew nothing.
I grabbed a bottle of wine and left my apartment before I could change my mind. When I knocked on Tye’s door, he opened it almost immediately, although he was on the phone. He motioned for me to enter and closed the door behind me as I left the bottle on the console table. And he was kind of dressed up, too. He wore a white shirt with palm trees imprint and blue shorts, and he smelled like a shower. His hair looked damp, and I suppressed the need to comb my fingers through it.
“What did the report say?” Tye said into the phone, caressing my back before heading to the kitchen.
I could see the table was already set, and it looked amazing. It featured a light-colored tablecloth, lovingly folded pink napkins, and even a vase filled with beautiful pink and white roses. In the center of the table stood a candlestick with a lit candle that made the room look even more romantic. The terrace door was open, and the curtain swayed on a soft breeze, revealing the beautiful orange sunset.
I followed Tye into the kitchen, where something smelled amazing.
“Can I help?” I mouthed. He shook his head before reaching for the corkscrew and handing it to me.
“I have to go, Bazooka,” he said, keeping his eyes on me. “Let me know when you get those reports. I won’t be available tonight, but I’ll get back to you tomorrow.”
My face warmed when he winked at me, but I played it cool. I took the corkscrew and used it to open the wine, remembering his words from last night. How far do you want to take this?
I didn’t have a clue.
“Sorry about that,” Tye said, bringing a pot filled with steaming food to the table. “Bazooka says they had another murder, but it doesn’t seem to be our guy.”
I made a face. “I hope not.”
“You alright?” Tye said, filling our glasses with wine.
I nodded, sitting across from him.
“The food smells delicious. What did you make?”
“Lemon chicken and rice,” he replied, raising his glass in a toast. “Santé.”
“Cheers.”
As the dinner progressed, I fully relaxed, like always in his presence. The night was warm and quiet, except for the cats hissing on the nearby roof. The room was enveloped in pleasant darkness, apart from the flickering candles strategically placed around the room.
We talked about everything but work, sticking to pleasant things. The first friends, the first pets, the first memories. What would we be if we weren’t cops, and it was a cook for him and a hacker for me. Where we would go on a perfect vacation, and it was Italy for both of us. The first two things on our bucket list, which were a safari and learning Polish for me. For him it was flying a hot-air balloon and riding a camel.
After dinner, I helped him clean up the table and refilled our glasses with wine. When he returned from the kitchen and extended his hand, I looked at him in confusion.
“It’s tradition,” he said with a grin.
When a slow tune playing on the radio reached me, I chuckled and stood up.
“You can be a girl today, yeah?” he said, his eyes twinkling mischievously.
I smiled and put my hand on his shoulder. “Sure.”
For a while we just danced in silence, enjoying the moment. I could feel his erection bumping into mine as we moved to the slow rhythm of the music, but neither of us acted on it. We just… danced.
“Where did you learn how to dance?” I asked him, ignoring a pang of jealousy at the thought of him dancing with someone else.
“My best friend from elementary school. He wanted to learn how to dance to impress a girl, so we practiced together.”
“Was that when you figured out you were into guys?”
“Oh, no way. It happened much later. A few drunken kisses in high school, and then a few guys in college. Nothing serious, though. Well, not until you.”
I bit my lip so I wouldn’t smile as he grinned, knowing he put me on the spot.
I pointed my chin around the room.
“Candles? That’s your seduction strategy?”
His eyes looked like an ocean sparkling under the moonlit sky. Sparkly blue.
“Dunno. Is it working?”
I shrugged. “It’s too soon to tell. But it looks nice.”
“I’m glad you like it. I wanted to impress you.”
When he made a painful grimace and rearranged himself in his pants, I smiled.
“Problems?”
“Fuck off, Dominic.”
After a few slow songs came an upbeat one when he spun me around a few times, making me laugh.
“I hope no one can see this,” I chuckled, glancing toward the terrace door.
“Me too,” Tye agreed. “You’re embarrassing me.”
“I’d say it’s the other way around since you stepped on my foot three times already,” I countered. “Methinks the pupil bested his teacher.”
He looked down at his crotch pointedly. “Do you think it’s easy to dance with this fucking boner?”
I laughed. “Well, I’m doing it, aren’t I?”
“Show-off.”
“By the way, is that pre-cum I’m seeing, Tye?”
“Screw you, Dominic. Lick it and find out.”
We mostly laughed during that one. Made fun of each other. Taunted each other. Then, after a few mid-tempo songs, came a slow one. Tye pulled me toward him until we were body to body, and then we hugged each other more than we danced. His hands rested low on my back, caressing me. My arms were wrapped around his neck, my face buried in his hair. After a while, I tilted my head to look at him, only to find his eyes waiting for me. Turbulent. Tempestuous. Burning. Blue.
When he leaned in, I closed my eyes just before our lips met in a soft, brushing kiss. His hand found my jaw, and his lips parted just a little, as did mine. Then his tongue brushed against mine—the tip of the tongue against the tip of the tongue. At that point, we stopped dancing altogether. We merely stood there and kissed until the teasing brush of lips turned into something open-mouthed and wet. Only when his bulge grazed mine did I break the kiss, panting. Tye opened his eyes and looked at me, seemingly dazed. Stunned, maybe. When I pulled away from him and headed to the front door, he frowned in confusion but said nothing. He let me do what I had to do.
Thorsen
I was so damn nervous the entire day that I could barely concentrate on work. I couldn’t eat, drink, or calm down for one second because I feared Carter wouldn’t come. Only when I saw him standing in the doorway with wine in his hand did I breathe a sigh of relief.
And he looked delectable, like the dessert I didn’t prepare on purpose to cut dinner short. Why? So we could have more time for, at the risk of sounding like a pimpled teenager, making out. I hoped we would, but I had no clue where his mind was at. He proposed this date, sure, but it could mean absolutely nothing and everything, including “Thank you, but no”, “Let’s stay friends”, or the worst one, “I like women more”.
But it turned out to be hands down, the best date ever. I never enjoyed myself more, laughed more, or suffered more with a permanent hard-on under the table. And then we danced, and then we kissed, which almost undid me. So, when he broke the kiss and headed toward the front door, I thought about shooting myself. Legit shooting myself. With my own gun.
I heard a click in the lock before he came back as I frowned in confusion because… what the hell was going on?
“You forgot to lock the door,” he said with a grin, pushing me backward.
I breathed a sigh of relief because, as luck would have it, I didn’t fuck it up. He decided to stay, but… where was he pushing me? I looked over my shoulder, almost tripping when we entered my bedroom.
Puzzled, I looked at him as he pointed his finger around the room.
“More candles? And in the bedroom, at that? A bit presumptuous, don’t you think?”
So, yeah, I placed a few candles around the place, but only because I wanted it to look nice. And I changed the sheets. And perhaps I left lube and a dozen condoms in the nightstand drawer.
“I was going for optimistic,” I replied when my brain remembered how to function. “What’s going on?”
“Oh, right, you mentioned you don’t put out on the first date,” he said. “I almost forgot.”
“D-do you?” I stammered as my heart skipped a beat.
This isn’t happening, is it? Brain, you’re hired again, so please tell me what is going on.
Carter merely smiled and started to unbutton my shirt, ignoring the confusion on my face. I looked down at his fingers moving from button to button, just to make sure I wasn’t dreaming.
“Feel free to stop me,” Carter said with a smirk. “I can take no for an answer.”
Yeah, I would sooner set myself on fire.
When he undid all the buttons, he slid my shirt down my shoulders, ogling my bare chest. It wasn’t the first time I noticed him staring at my upper body, so I flexed my pecs, hoping he liked what he saw. When his eyes met mine, burning with desire, I reminded myself to do something more than flaunt my muscles. I started to unbutton his shirt, fumbling with the buttons until I finally managed to undo them all. When I yanked his shirt off him, a breath hitched in my throat.
“You’re so beautiful,” I murmured, unable to tear my eyes away from his inked torso.
He blushed. “You too.”
I unbuckled his belt, enjoying his hiss when my clumsy fingers grazed his erection. Soon both our pants joined the shirts on the floor, and our socks followed. Only when we stripped to our boxers did we kiss. I tipped his chin up with my finger, meeting his lips in a soft, feathery kiss. It was a mere brush of mouth against mouth. Gentle. Teasing. Sensual. Then our tongues met, too. Licking. Tasting. Savoring.
Unlike the soft kiss, our dicks were rock-hard. My flushed cockhead was halfway out of my briefs, while the swollen tip of his dick fully escaped the confines of his boxers. I slid my hand to that beautiful wet tip and scooped up a pearl of moisture there, then I sucked it off my thumb. When I brought a drop of my pre-cum to his lips, he licked it off my finger. His eyes closed as he sampled me before we kissed again, letting our juices mix on our tongues.
“Tastes good, doesn’t it?” I murmured against his mouth, enjoying his rapid nod.
As we kept kissing, I pushed his boxers down his hips. When they hit the floor, I shimmied out of my briefs, allowing our dicks to touch. The brush of flesh against flesh made him shiver as he lowered his gaze to see it for himself. I ran my finger down his shaft, never taking my eyes off his face.
“You have a beautiful dick, Dominic,” I said, palming the incredible length. “You have no idea how long I fantasized about touching it.”
“Y-you too,” he stammered, gulping. “I mean… me too.”
He was so adorably flustered that I wanted to kiss every inch of his body, but first things first. When I wrapped my hand around our dicks, he put his hand on my chest as if he needed support.
“Is this okay?” I murmured, stroking us both. “Do you like it?”
He nodded frantically, gritting his teeth. His face was flushed, his eyes wild.
Slow down, damn it.
I forced myself to stop and tipped his chin up.
“Breathe, baby,” I murmured. “You’re doing so good.”
I kissed his lips and sucked on his tongue, compensating for the pain in my balls by feasting on his mouth. When he wrapped his arms around my neck, I pulled him closer to me. He shuddered against me as I kissed his neck, leaving hickeys and marking him so that everyone would know that he was mine. With my hands on his ass, I started to lead him toward the bed when he put his hand on my chest, stopping me.
“Wait,” he whispered, his Adam’s apple bobbing nervously. “I want to touch you, too.”
When he reached for my erection, I almost lost my footing. I bit my lip until I tasted blood, with the same words repeating in my mind over and over again.
Don’t lose control. Don’t lose control. Don’t lose control.
“You’re so big,” he said in an awed whisper. “Your dick is so big, Tye.”
Fuck, not the dirty talk. I’m not ready for the dirty talk.
“Your dick is huge, too,” I said through my teeth, trying to breathe, because—Dominic Carter was stroking my dick. I had no idea how I was even speaking. My cock was beyond hard even before we started, but now it was just… a fucking weapon. When he cupped my balls, I flinched, sputtering something incoherent.
“So-sorry,” he muttered, pulling his hand away when I stopped him. I brought his hand back to my shaft, trying to smile.
“I’m just overexcited,” I murmured, kissing his lips. “Can I touch you too?”
I figured it would help me concentrate on something other than jizzing too soon, but I was wrong.
“Am I doing it alright?” he asked me, unaware of how close to the climax I was.
“You’re perfect,” I murmured, trying not to do something that would scare him off. Trying to survive, basically.
When he stopped abruptly, I looked at him, fighting to keep my eyes open.
“C-can you…?” he stammered. “Can you fuck me now?”
And there it was. Up to now, I had no idea how this part would play out. I figured he would want to fuck me, and I was ready to serve him my ass on the platter. But to hear those words, it undid me. It almost frightened me because I wanted to make it good for him, despite every inch of my body screaming for a quick release.
I cupped his face and kissed his lips.
“Yes, I will fuck you, Dominic,” I murmured against his mouth. “But I want to take it slow. I want to enjoy your body. And I want you to enjoy my body.”
He nodded, returning my kiss eagerly.
“And after I take you slow for the first time, I will wreck you the second time.”
My tongue slid into his mouth hungrily as I pushed him toward the bed, unable to wait a moment longer.
“I want you,” he whispered. “Take me, Tye.”
“I want you too, baby. And I’m going to take you. Then I’m going to give it to you. All of me for all of you. Will you take me?”
He smiled weakly. “I don’t know if all of you will fit into me.”
I pecked his lips. “Oh, it will fit. It will fit beautifully. Now lie down on your back and spread them wide, baby.”
He climbed onto the bed and got into the position, opening himself to me. To see him lying there, with his legs spread wide and his long, thick dick bobbing on his belly, it was too much. Salivating, I took the lube out of the drawer and moved between his legs.
“Relax, baby,” I said when I saw him staring at the lube. “I’m not fucking you yet. First, I’m going to suck your beautiful dick.”
A panicky look crossed his face as he propped himself on his elbows.
“No, no, no,” he muttered, sounding alarmed. “I won’t be able to take it. I’m too close.”
“Shh,” I shushed him, eying the throbbing cock between his legs. “Let me taste you, cher.”
I took his balls into my mouth and gave them a gentle suck, smiling when his hips bucked. I licked his shaft from bottom to top, enjoying every inch of his impressive length. When I reached the swollen tip, I scooped up the tasty pearls there with my tongue, making him gasp. I hummed in appreciation, relishing his taste on my tongue as more pearls appeared on the flushed tip.
“Ah, God, ah,” I heard him moan as I sucked on the swollen tip. When his head sank into the pillow, I slid my lips down his length, taking two-thirds of his length into my mouth.
“Ah… ah… stop… stop… STOP!”
“What’s wrong?” I said, raising my head to look at him.
“It’s too much,” he rasped, his thighs shaking. “It’s too fucking much.”
I grinned. “You taste great, by the way.”
I spat on my fingers and trailed the underside of his balls with wet digits. When I found his puckered hole, he cursed under his breath.
“You’re doing great, baby,” I murmured. “Now just relax.”
I continued to suck his dick while teasing his hole with my finger. When his fingers tangled in my hair and he got lost in the blowie, I blindly reached for the lube. He flinched when I opened it but remained motionless as I coated my fingers with gel-like fluid.
“Relax your ass for me, cher,” I whispered, licking off the fresh drops of pre-cum from his cockhead. “And breathe deep.”
When I pushed the slick tip of my finger into his tight hole, he whimpered. I gave him half of my finger first, and when his ass clenched around it, I went in knuckle deep. There was something about his responses, as if his body instinctively knew what to do to ease my way in. When I pushed another finger inside him, he grunted, tensing up.
“That’s one more in, baby,” I said.
He shivered all over, babbling something incoherent as I sucked on his nuts, first on one and then on the other. I rolled them over my tongue, played with them, and teased them while gently spreading his hole.
All this time, I didn’t touch my dick. I didn’t even think about my dick, because I knew the moment I did that, it would be curtains closed.
When I pushed a third finger inside him, he gasped.
“We’re almost there, baby,” I whispered, raining small kisses over his thighs. "The next thing that enters you will be my cock.”
I squirted more lube onto his crack while slowly moving my fingers in and out of him until he gradually relaxed. Only then did I reach between my legs and touch my aching shaft. I fisted it, checking if it was good and ready to go, only to find it ready to detonate. I was locked and loaded without a safety on. I was… fuck, I was doomed.
“T-tye.” I heard a broken whisper. “Just fuck me, Tye. Please, fuck me.”
Fuck. I’m not surviving this.
I squirted more lube on my fingers and slathered the sticky fluid all over my erection. Now that I finally had my hands on my shaft, my legs went weak. The simple effort made my eyes cross as I lubed myself until I was wet and sticky. After that, I applied a generous amount of lube to his crack, watching his strained expression as I got him ready for me.
“I will fuck you now, Dominic,” I bit out. “Knees to your chest.”
He nodded and swallowed audibly before doing what I said. When I moved between his legs, his shaft jerked.
“I’m clean and taking you bareback,” I said through my teeth, as he nodded frantically, mumbling something that sounded like, “Samegethefuckinsideme.”
I pressed his knees to his chest and pushed the tip of my dick into his stretched, slick hole. I could feel the tight ring of muscles squeezing around me before letting me into his heat. When I slid in, the sound that left his chest was almost inhuman as I closed my eyes in concentration. After I composed myself enough to continue, I surged deep inside him, making him gasp. When I bottomed out, my voice cracked as I stuttered, “J-Jesus.”
“Wh-what is it?” Dom bit out, gritting his teeth.
“I’m going to come. I need a minute.”
When I got myself under control and opened my eyes, his gaze was fixed on me. Jungle green. Hot. Wild. Without taking my eyes off him, I started to move. Slow at first. Little by little. Inch by inch. In and out. And it felt like a dream. His trusting eyes on mine. His hands on my hips. The flickering candle on the nightstand. The soft creaking of the bed, in tune with my movements.
“See how smoothly it goes in?” I muttered, more for myself, because I was on the verge of ejaculation.
He nodded, watching me wide-eyed as I fucked him. The realization hit me hard, making me slam my lips on his because I was fucking him. I was fucking Dominic Carter. He slid his hands to my ass as I kept plunging inside him deep and hard, no holding back. When I hit his prostate, he whimpered, half-sobbing.
“Oh, my God, Tye,” he gasped. “Sweet Jesus. What… what…”
He had trouble forming words, but I knew exactly how he felt because I felt the same.
“Yeah, baby,” I murmured, kissing his lips. “You’re taking me so good.”
Another thrust. Another moan. His eyes rolled into the back of his head as I kept going, hitting his gland over and over again. His body kept jerking and spasming, his heels digging into my buttocks.
“Putain,” I cursed when I felt my balls tightening. “Cart… ah, fuck. I can’t stop. Ah… fuck… can’t… I’m com… com… coming…”
I barely uttered the last word when he yelled out, gripping the sheet so hard I heard the fabric tear. I looked down at his belly, only to see his cock spurting. The fat ropes of cum kept landing on his belly, on my belly, hitting his ribs, his chest, and even his chin.
“God,” he bit out. “Go-God.”
I lowered my head to lick the rope of cum off of his chest, and it was all I could do before I came like a motherfucker.
“Gah... fuuuuuuckkkkk…”
My vision whited out as I pushed in deep and unloaded inside him all I had, including a piece of my soul. With his cum on my taste buds, I reached my climax, gritting my teeth until I thought they would break. I could feel his body convulsing and his ass clenching around me as my balls emptied in painful bursts. Waves of mind-numbing, toe-curling pleasure washed over me as I kissed him, mindless with lust. He wrapped his arms and legs around me, taking it all, until my movements gradually slowed down.
When I finally came to my senses and looked at him, his eyes were still closed. His cheeks were flushed, his lips looked mangled, and his skin glistened with sweat, but he was smiling. Smiling.
I smiled too and brushed my lips against his as he let out a soft moan. When his jungle greens finally opened, he raised his head and bit into my pec.
“What was that for?” I said, blinking in confusion.
“For the best sex of my life,” he replied breathlessly.
I grinned, feeling relieved. “You’re the one to speak. You almost killed me.”
He smiled as I shifted, moving my weight off him. When my gaze landed on his face, I chuckled.
“What’s funny?” he asked me, as his cheeks turned pink.
“You look well-fucked.”
He smirked. “Thanks. I feel that way too.”
“Are you sore?”
“If I am, I can’t feel it.”
I gave him another kiss, which his lips met readily.
“So, you liked it?” I asked him, needing to know that I did it right.
He chuckled. “Liked it? I think I’m gay,” he said, only to look at me thoughtfully. “Or maybe it’s you. The Tye effect.”
“Oh, it’s definitely me.” I informed him, because no-duh.
His eyes twinkled with mischief. “Maybe I should check, though. You know, try it with someone else to see if it’s your dick that’s driving me crazy, or if someone else would do the trick.”
I knew he was joking, but it wasn’t fucking funny. I bit his neck in punishment, but when I tried to leave another hickey there, he flipped me on my back and climbed on top of me. And God, he looked sexy like this, every delicious inch of him. His dark hair, falling over his forehead. His inked chest and the unreal-looking abs. The smirk on his lips.
“I like this, Viking,” he said, ogling my chest.
“What? To be on top?”
“To see you like this. Naked and lying under me. Your blue eyes, watching me.”
“I always watch you, Dominic.”
It was the moment I would never forget. His eyes filled with mirth. The necklace, dangling from his neck. His cum-smeared torso. God, that man could come buckets.
“Do you always come so much?” I asked him when he licked my jaw, seemingly fascinated by my stubble.
“Nope. It’s the Tye effect.”
I grinned, only to feel his hands moving into my hair with gusto.
“You have a thing for my hair, don’t you, Dominic?” I asked him, already knowing the answer.
“I do. But I also have a thing for you, Tye.”
It kind of gave me an opportunity to say something to him, something that I needed him to know. I flipped him on his back and cupped his jaw, making him look at me.
“I like you, Dominic. A lot. Too much, probably. Don’t fuck me up, okay?”
It didn’t even scratch the surface of what I felt for him, but I didn’t dare say more.
“I like you, too,” he said, caressing my cheek. “Kiss me again.”
I kissed him, never intending to stop. And I climbed on top of him because I needed to feel every inch of him on every inch of me. I rubbed my hard dick against his, watching the flames of arousal burn in his eyes as we dry-humped like teenagers. Everything between us was sticky because I never cleaned up his chest, and on purpose, too, because I wanted visible proof that he was mine. I needed it rubbed in my skin. I needed to feel it in my bone marrow. I needed it imprinted in my mind.
When he moaned, I let go of his lips reluctantly. His pupils were dilated, his irises dark with want.
“Do you want to fuck again?” he whispered, looking dazed. “Do you want to fuck, Tye?”
Instead of a reply, I found his hole and plunged deep inside him. He gasped and his eyes widened in shock as I fed him my dick—every swollen inch of it.
Fuck. I should have lubed him again.
“It’s okay,” I said soothingly, kissing his lips. “Just a bit more, baby.”
When I bottomed out, he hissed, sputtering a shocked, "F-fuck!"
“You take me so good, baby,” I praised him, watching his face transform into a mixture of wonder and awe. “You were made for me.”
When I started to stroke his dick, he gritted his teeth, gripping the sheet until I heard it rip.
"F-fuck, Tye, you're… ah, God… killing me… oh, my Go… God! Right there! Oh, motherfuck..."
I kept fucking him, listening to his incoherent ramblings while trying to hold off my climax. My fingers were slick with his pre-cum that wouldn’t stop pouring out of the flushed tip. When I was on the verge of coming, I swiftly pulled out of him.
“I want you, doggy,” I bit out. “Ass up. Up. Fucking up. Now.”
He got into the position as I gripped his hips and slid into his hole, moaning like a madman when the tight heat embraced me. The sight of my dick buried inside him almost killed me as I gritted my teeth and started to ram into him. The sound of flesh slapping against flesh filled the room, accompanied by the squeaking of the bed. All of it was deafened by his cries that sounded something like, “Tah-aye-aye-aye”.
“Does it hurt?” I said through my teeth, unable to slow down but bracing myself for it in case he needed it.
“N-n-no…” he stammered, his teeth chattering. “So-so-o… g-g-good.”
When I hit his gland, he shouted. “There! Oh my God, Tye… just there!”
I gave him what he wanted while stroking him until his dick erupted. He cried out, spasmed, and went crazy, fucking himself on my dick as he spilled into my hand. And when he lost it, I lost it.
“I’m going to come,” I blurted, shoving his face into the pillow and slapping his ass.
Then I came hard—so fucking hard. I could hear him whimpering as I came inside him, yelling it the fuck out. I didn’t care if the neighbors heard me; in fact, I wanted everyone to hear. I wanted the world to hear that I just came into Dominic Carter’s ass after slapping it and owning it.
When I finished, I pulled out of him and collapsed on the bed, dizzy as fuck.
“Are you okay?” I breathed, my mind blank, because… what did I just experience?
Blindly, I reached for his hand until his fingers intertwined with mine, telling me he felt the same.
“Fucking hell,” he muttered.
My thoughts exactly.
We fucked two more times that night, and it made me feel both ashamed and delirious. Ashamed, because I should have gone easy on him, and delirious, because he asked for it. We did it doggy again, and then with me on top of him when I made sweet love to him under the flickering light of candles. And although doggy was my favorite position up to that point, I couldn’t imagine anything better than fucking Dominic Carter while gazing into his eyes and watching him come with my name on his lips—that funny version of Tye that sounded more like a whine than a word.
And I learned a lot about him that night. I discovered how he could be quiet like a mouse while coming but also super loud. How dirty talk sometimes made him shy, while at times he would say things that made even me blush. For example, when I asked him how he felt after our third fuck, he said, “My ass hurts. But it’s a good pain, Tye. So good I want your dick up my ass again. I want it to wreck me.”
I also discovered something I already knew—that there was a softer side to Dominic Carter. Flirty, playful, maybe even a little submissive, although he said he would kill me if I slapped his ass again.
When the dawn came, we were still awake, probably because neither of us wanted this night to end. He was lying on his stomach as I kept biting into his ass cheek because he had a great butt, and I couldn’t get enough of it.
“What are you doing, perv?” he asked me, sounding half-asleep.
“I like to see my cum dripping out of you.”
“Oh, God.”
I grinned. “What? Can it be that big, bad Dominic Carter is shy?”
“Big, bad Dominic Carter is sleepy. Can we get on with it?”
I chuckled and lay down next to him as he settled into his favorite position—with his head lying in the crook of my neck.
“Good night, babe,” I said, as our mouths met in a gentle kiss. “You were amazing tonight.”
“You, too, Tye. Good night.”
It wasn’t only good. It was the best night of my life, and nothing could ever top it. I knew it just like I knew that I needed oxygen. I knew it with my heart that beat only for him, and I knew it with my dick that throbbed only for him. But I feared that tomorrow was going to take it away from me, and that would be the death of me.