Fusion (Gravity #2)

1 The Booty Bounce

Beau

May 2006

Dallas, Texas

Enter me into a sexy, all male dance-off, and you’d see me win.

No doubt, I’d bounce my way into a grand prize trophy. Obviously, I needed to hit the dance floor more often, because when I did, the magic happened. My signature move? Hip shaking and butt bouncing. Of course, I didn’t do them together. That’d be impossible. Instead, I’d created a synchronized movement to the beat of a funky electronic tune. I didn’t even know music like that existed.

Damn, I had to be making Dash proud tonight. I didn’t know why I was nervous about coming to his law school’s end of semester party. I was the toast of the gathering. The women who attended loved me. Screw Dash’s dumb parents. They didn’t think I fit into their high-class world. Well, look at me now.

I wish Dash had his fancy cell phone with him instead of leaving it with the checkroom attendant. I needed photographic proof of my greatness tonight. As awesome as I felt, chances leaned to not remembering any of this in the morning. Dash made sure my glass never emptied.

Thanks to Alexis, one of Dash’s classmates and my personal twerk coach, I was able to continue drinking while dancing like a professional. It had to do with my shoulders. If I kept them straight and didn’t move my upper body, I managed to get more of my cocktail—a total Dash word—into my mouth rather than on the dance floor.

All the ladies cheered me on, adding in an occasional ass slap of appreciation. Dash gave a few of those too, encouraging others to do the same.

The song changed, causing me to be torn with whether I should lean or rock with it. Such a complicated query—another Dash word that stuck inside my head. After at least a solid five seconds of contemplation, I decided to do both. Swaying while shaking my hips. Since I held a glass in my hand, only one arm flew into the air. Apparently, my head wanted in on the action, playfully tilting in the opposite direction of my hips.

An annoying voice inside my head kept trying to harsh my good vibes. Hinting that the spicy dark rum might be responsible for my oddly confident ego. But I knew exactly how to silence all that negativity and took a hearty gulp of the magical elixir Dash had concocted, then made perfect with the help of the bartender.

This drink was basically an RSVP to my hangover in the morning. Since my current life strategy was to live on a second-by-second basis, I’d deal with tomorrow when it came.

I really liked the people Dash went to school with. We were having a blast. I wouldn’t call them laid-back, and just like Dash, they had ambition and determination, but not meanness. They also knew how to throw down a good party and went at it hard.

Unlike they had Dash, nobody questioned my age, which was legally below the required twenty-one years old to be inside this club. I liked that too. I never got carded. Dash on the other hand had to show his identification everywhere we went.

My guy and I had given ourselves a forty-eight hour deadline to emotionally get past what Dash’s parents had done to us. Actually, we were thirty-six hours into Dash continually apologizing to me. I’d tried my best to make him chill, but that attempt hit an immovable brick wall. His stubbornness knew no bounds, leaving me to count the hours until I never had to hear another I’m sorry again.

The club was modern and posh. A ritzy kind of place situated on a floor close to the top of a downtown Dallas high-rise. The three hundred sixty degree view displayed the Dallas skyline from every angle.

In the heart of the shallow swimming pool was a clear, raised, floating dance floor. It had to be close to midnight. Only a couple of hours left before the night came to an end.

“Beau,” Dash hollered, weaving like a ninja through the crowded dance floor. He was my hydration hero tonight. He came with two full shots of something that was sure to make my head swim. Without missing much of a beat, he handed me the shot then swiped away my almost empty glass, summoning a waiter as if out of thin air.

“Do you want me to take anything else?” the waiter asked loud enough to be heard over the music. Dash encouraged me to down my shot at the same time he did then passed those glasses to the waiter too. He never broke eye contact with me.

“I love you. I’m sorry for what my parents did,” he hollered, angling his body flush against mine. As if destiny had taken hold of the moment, the song changed, slowing everyone down. We moved together as one. I wrapped my free arm casually around his waist. His tight hold held us together. My guy was a silly romantic once he began to drink. And that spoke volumes since Dash knew how to turn on the charm at any given moment.

Just before arriving tonight, Dash and I had made a serious deal. We’d take a shot anytime Dash’s heart spilled out of his mouth in either love or apology. This round appeared to be orchestrated and quite possibly the final one that did me in for the night.

“Alexis gave me some hip shakin’ lessons.” I then backed away from Dash to bust out with my newly acquired skill, bouncing my ass to the slow song. “Come on, boo,” I yelled overly loud. “Dance with me.”

“Boo? Are you okay? Because you’re the one who needs to get us home,” Dash said, standing still, watching me. “I’m drunk.” He and I twinned in matching swim trunks, hanging low on our hips. No shirts or footwear. “Please don’t leave me, Beau. Stay with me. We’ll figure it out,” Dash said pleadingly, again referencing what his shitty parents had done.

“Stop. Okay? I’m good!” I shouted, not to be heard over the music, but to penetrate Dash’s thick skull. I sauntered back to him, slinging my arm around his hip, reaching lower to cup his ass with a playful squeeze. “I’m vibin’ with your friends. They’re a bunch of drunks, more than we are, but it’s fun. You agree?”

Dash’s palm swept upward against my chest. “I agree, you’re drunk.”

“You’re drunk,” I fired back then boldly leaned down to press my lips against his. The kiss didn’t linger. Without missing a beat, I flipped around, bouncing my ass against his semi-firm cock. Over my shoulder, I instructed him on what to do. “I’m twerkin’. Grab my hips and let me dance against you. It’s like a standin’ lap dance.” I dropped my head, leaned forward, and grabbed onto my knees, contracting the muscles in my stomach and lower body. In small, measured movements, I rubbed my butt enticingly against his swelling cock.

After a minute, the grip Dash had on my hips tightened with purpose. He thrust his hard cock against the material covering the crease of my ass. He held me with such force, I could barely move.

When he began to simulate fucking me, I was so there with him. After another minute, it took a bit of force to turn and face him, but this was something I needed to watch. He didn’t disappoint. My guy was so damned sexy. His hips continually thrust against my cock. I ran my palms all over his body, feeling and caressing every wonderful inch that made him who he was. My beautiful, gorgeous guy. All mine. So mine.

Dash’s strong arm locked around my waist, drawing me flush against his chest. Like a bull in a china shop, he swept us off the dance floor, only taking out about half the dancers as I stumbled where Dash led.

Internally, I knew where we were headed. Dash liked his cuddle time almost as much as he enjoyed a good public display of affection. Loungers lined the outside of the pool, meaning I’d be there shortly with Dash’s tongue stuck down my throat for everyone to see.

Had I been a little less intoxicated and far less absorbed in the way his palms caressed all over me, I may have realized that we slipped past a dark curtain.

“I need you moving inside me.” His sweet breath, a fruity zephyr, floated over my lips. As his chest bumped against mine, putting space between us, a single packet of lube was tucked into my palm. He closed my fingers over it. “I can’t get over what happened. I need you to let me know that we’re good.”

A solid surge of adrenaline caught me off guard. My heart tripped over itself as uncertainty had me looking around our surroundings. Dark shadows loomed, yet we weren’t exactly removed from the party. At any point, one of Dash’s friends could wander in and catch us in the act. My drunk brain stopped giving a shit while my wicked cock twitched, all eager to get things started. At the same time, Dash gave a masterful stroke over my swim trunks, running base to tip.

“Is this a good idea?” I murmured, a sober thought trying to edge its way closer.

“Shh,” Dash whispered. My chin tilted down at the same moment his lifted to swipe that sinful tongue across my lips. His signature move to demand entrance. Of course, I opened. He drove greedily inside, taking a deep dive into my mouth. The world around us ceased to exist.

All the over-the-top devotion I felt for Dash mixed with the decadent way we kissed. A dominance seeking clash of tongue and teeth. Our special brand of foreplay. Like always, I wanted to please Dash more than myself.

After several long moments, I reluctantly pulled away, surveying the small area. The only items other than us were boxes of glassware. Maybe a storage area. As soon as I locked on my target, a secure place to bend Dash over, I snapped into a more sober state or at least less intoxicated. Dash’s wet tongue and soft, supple lips laved my cheek and jaw, aiming to take my mouth again. We had no time for an extended make-out session. We had to focus. Both my palms cupped his cheeks, pushing him away until his gaze met mine. “It’ll embarrass you if we get caught.”

His sly chuckle implied that I might not know him as well as I thought I did. His answer came with a shimmy, his swim trunks falling to his feet. “Yeah right. You got a lot to learn about me, cowboy.” That new nickname caught me by surprise. “My guy’s the hottest guy at the party, and he’s committed to me. Let the world see.”

I doubted the truth of those words, but all was forgotten when his fingers slid into the waistband of my trunks with no underwear to inhibit his touch. My swimwear tumbled down, pooling with his. Dash fisted my shaft, pulling and rubbing until my cock was hard as steel, pre-come already beading at my tip. Alcohol never dulled my physical attraction to Dash.

He’d studied me well, learning details of what I liked, and gave a twist with his tight grip. My eyes rolled into the back of my head, desire echoed in waves through me. My cock grew painfully hard, my hips involuntarily pitched forward. We both had to know my dick sought Dash’s warm, wet mouth.

He actually did it. His wicked tongue swiped through the slit in my tip.

“We don’t have time,” I hissed regretfully, dragging him up to shuffle us several feet backward, between two rows of stacked boxes. My hands roamed freely over his hard body, my mouth suctioned onto his neck. I was so deeply in love, I didn’t know where I began and he ended.

With no warning, Dash pivoted a one-eighty. His back was against my chest. All one hundred ninety pounds of him suddenly relaxed against me. The back of his head dropped to my shoulder. The world tilted as I absorbed his weight by taking a small stabilizing step behind me. My eyes closed, my arms wrapped tightly around him. That was when the world truly tumbled off its axis, causing my lids to pop open again. So no closing of the eyes. Shit just got more complicated.

“Bend over the boxes,” I encouraged quietly.

“Fuck me, Beau,” Dash murmured, swiveling his head toward me. “Hard and fast. Hurry.” That was my plan, but I understood its implication. I did generally like to take my time, building his pleasure before I ever sank inside his ass. Even with his directive, I had to nudge him between the shoulder blades to drop his chest forward.

As I tore the corner of the lube packet, Dash shot up that perfect ass, spread his legs, and stood on his tiptoes. He wrapped his fingers around his cock, stroking. Overwhelming desire flooded me at that sight. There was never a time I didn’t want him, but I loved this position.

Without a second thought, I slicked my cock then pushed my hand through the inviting crease. Three fingers easily breached his hole.

Dash reared back, driving my digits deeper inside. His handsome face twisted my direction, his plump lips opened into an O, an almost silent moan escaped. His eyelids screwed closed. What a beautiful guy in the throes of passion.

My hand on one hip moved to his shoulder, gripping him there to keep him in place. He wanted to be dominated, I was up for the task. I bent my knees, positioned my cock at his entrance, and thrust balls deep straight into my love’s ass.

Jeez, what a fucking feeling. Dash’s channel surrounded me, both tight yet pliant. The pumping music and loud chatter faded away. Dash’s audible groan was all I needed to hear, a loving stroke to my soul.

“Shh,” I managed to say. With no buildup, I drove my hips in and out of my guy.

“So good,” Dash whispered or maybe I said that. The thundering in my ears drowned out all reason. This was good. A perfect end to our date night. Why hadn’t I thought of this three shots ago?

A wild frenzy built inside me, rough and eager. My hips pistoned. My thighs burned from the pace I kept. I punched up into him, drawing Dash off his feet with my pummeling tempo.

“You good?” I asked, unsure if I said the words loud enough to be heard. Nothing intelligible left his mouth. His body went limp, causing me to grab his hips, keeping him in place as the blinding pleasure of my release tingled in my balls.

My body hummed as I continued to pump my hips. I went deep and hard, snapping my pelvis, slapping against Dash with every thrust. He was going to feel the impact of this fucking for days. I was in complete rapture, my fingertips digging into Dash’s skin, holding him roughly in place.

Fire engulfed me from the inside out. Goosebumps erupted like tiny fireworks across my skin, even if we had time, I couldn’t hold back a second longer. My orgasm blasted from me, ribbons of come filling his ass. The off-the-charts intensity sent my body into spasm mode, lurching me around on a wild ride as I tried to regain control. I stumbled forward, tumbling down on top of Dash’s back, helpless to do more than absorb the intense pleasure careening through my system.

In unison, we slipped off the boxes. Dash’s entire limp body landed on top of mine. Normally, I could absorb Dash’s body weight, but the fingers I used on the ground below me for balance weren’t on my side.

“Dash, what’re you doin’? Help me out,” I said. He didn’t respond. Then I noticed his chest slowly rising and falling. He was asleep, or passed out, or both. Gently, I slapped his cheek to wake him. “Do you hear me?”

A loud snore rumbled from my guy, his head turning a minuscule amount. Or maybe his slight movement came from my quivering muscles.

“Well, hell.” My ass hit the cool concrete. At the same time, my release began trickling out of him. What the fuck was I supposed to do with that?

I read the contents of the boxes around us. There was no reference to anything more than glass stamped on the outside. No cloth anything. Another slip in the plan of our secret hideaway. Fuck, Dash slumped over, slowly sliding off me as his snores grew louder.

Carefully, I laid him out beside me with his swim trunks still hanging off one foot. I manhandled the shorts up his legs, then yanked harder to get them over his ass to his hips. Mine were still a few feet away. Had I realized how intoxicated he was before starting all this?

Maybe.

I’d enjoyed myself thoroughly.

I tugged my trunks on then took the moment to straighten the few displaced boxes. With a giant heave-ho and one fluid move, I repositioned Dash from the floor to land over my shoulder. He hung there like a rag doll. One karate chop later, and I shoved the material of his swimwear deep inside his crease. Nobody needed to see my little swimmers slipping down his legs.

Off we went. I bravely pushed through the curtain and, just like Dash predicted, our disappearance had gone completely unnoticed.

“You’re not as light as you were the last time I did this.”

Dash gave no response, but his body did begin to slide down my arm, making me have to hoist him more securely over my shoulder. A sudden cheer erupted from the dance floor. I had no idea what they were celebrating, but lifted a fist pump high in the air. My own tiredness was getting the best of me too.

“Do you need help?” A host came racing over as I reached the elevator doors.

“Probably need a cab,” I said, edging past her onto the elevator. “And we checked our stuff.” She followed me into the elevator car. On the descent, the world tilted, requiring another stabilizing step from me. My stomach did a full somersault on the way down.

“I’ll meet you at the front doors. There should be a cab there.” She went one way, and I the other. As predicted, the doorman motioned a cab that pulled to the front of the building. The host returned as I did my best to lower Dash into the seat without doing too much damage.

“Dash, right? Here you go.” She handed over one large clear bag full of everything we brought with us. Cool. “Did we tip you?”

“Yes, sir. Before you started. You two were generous.” Cool again, and I gave a thumbs-up, pushing Dash’s legs up to slide into the seat. We probably weren’t going to be the big-tippers for too much longer.