29. Dane
Chapter 29
Dane
When we got back to San Diego on Sunday evening, I attempted to drop Lennox off at his house. But he had other ideas.
As we approached his neighborhood, he started on me.
“You know I love you, but I have to tell you something.”
I glanced at him. “What is it?”
Lennox stretched in the front seat, then slipped his hand under his shirt to rub his stomach. His fucking abs and happy trail were my weakness, and he knew it.
“My blow job efficiency is better than yours.”
“Efficiency? What exactly would that entail from your observation?”
He sighed. “You know what it is, right?”
The asshole knew I did. But I’d play along.
“In the real world, yes. But I’m curious what your understanding of it is in terms of sexual performance.”
He rolled his head toward me and bit his bottom lip. My bullshit detector was going off, but I couldn’t help myself. And when he positioned his hand so far up my thigh that he could brush my dick and balls with the back of his fingers, I knew where this was going.
“Let me break it down for you, babe,” he said as he rubbed my crotch. “I don’t have to do much to make you come fast. It’s all about timing.”
I choked back a laugh. “Really? And how did you come to that conclusion?”
“Simple. When I wrap my lips around your leaking head, I just do this.”
Lennox leaned into me as he reached across and took my left hand. I watched as he put my index finger in his mouth and sucked it like he did my dick.
I grunted as the sensation went straight to my balls and made me hard as fuck.
He smiled around my finger before pulling it out of his mouth.
“See what I mean. I bet I could get you off just by sucking on your fingers.”
I wasn’t taking that bet.
“I disagree. If I recall correctly, the first time I blew you, it was like that.” I snapped my fingers.
He laughed, then kissed my cheek. “There’s only one way to find out, Dane.”
I knew it was coming. And when I entered the security code to his gated neighborhood, I knew I was falling for his attempt to get me back in bed. Lennox was insatiable now that he’d had my dick.
When I didn’t ask, he wasted no time telling me. “We sixty-nine on my bed. Whoever comes first loses.”
I chuckled. “I think you’ve got that wrong. That sounds like a winner to me.”
He stuck his tongue out and flicked it over my skin. “Normally yes. I’ll let you make the rules.”
I was all in, but he didn’t know that. I had to mess with him a little.
“What kind of rules are we talking about?”
Lennox leaned back over and pushed down on his visibly hard shaft. And when he went for his zipper, I had to stop him. Even though I didn’t want to.
“Don’t you do it,” I warned. He’d take that as a dare, but whatever. “Rules,” I repeated as he stroked himself over the fabric.
My mouth was watering, and he was aroused at the thrill of being caught. I guess the po=po in Arizona wasn’t enough of a deterrent.
“Lennox LeRoy Sanders, are you a fucking exhibitionist?”
That derailed his performance enough to make him laugh. “Not my middle name.”
“I know. Just hold the fuck on until we get to your house,” I said, pushing down on my cock.
The shit-eating grin on his face was proof he knew he’d won. And when we got inside, I was gonna make him pay in the best way.
It took less than ten minutes to park, get in the house, and race to his bedroom.
“What are the rules, flyboy,” he asked as we stripped out of our clothes. I’m sure a race for that was coming soon.
“Nothing but your mouth. No hands anywhere,” I said, reaching out to stroke his dick.
He groaned. “That’s cheating. I get to stroke you once.”
“Not if I get to the bed first.”
I took off as he followed, then jumped on the bed like a pole vaulter a split second before he did.
“You are a cheater,” he teased.
I shot him a grin and pointed at my cock. “On your side, big boy. Time for me to whip your ass.”
His eyes widened at that statement. “Does that turn you on, Lennox?”
He moved to his side opposite the way I was lying. Leaning forward, he licked the tip of my dick, making me hiss. Then he looked up at me. “You turn me on.”
A shiver rippled through my body at his word and the single point of contact.
“Hands behind your back. We have to stay like this. No moving around. First one to cum, wins.”
He grinned and waggled his eyebrows. “Bring it, baby.”
“On three. One, two, three.”
I’m not sure what happened after that. I lost all brain activity as we sucked and licked each other into oblivion. The warm, wet heat of his mouth caused me to mimic what he was doing to me. But when he started moaning, the vibration was insane. So I upped my game and moaned even deeper.
Anyone listening might think we were listening to whale songs or two dogs fighting over a bone. But the moment my balls drew up, I knew this game was over. I shot my load down his throat, and Lennox took every bit of it.
He wasted no time erupting nanoseconds after me. His warm salty release coated my mouth, and I savored the taste. Never thought I’d enjoy that, but it was a part of Lennox. So I loved the fuck out of it.
He was the first to pull off and fall to his back as we caught our breath. His left hand found mine as we tangled our fingers together.
“Well, flyboy,” he said, “I’m not sure who won that round.”
I barked out a laugh. “You’re such a liar.”
“No, no. I think we better try that again.”
I got up on my elbows to look at him. My rapidly deflating cock was a no-go.
Lennox got up on his elbows and looked back at me. That one look had me moving to tackle him back on the bed. Our mouths met in a sensual kiss as our cum mingled between us.
When I broke the kiss, I kissed his chin, then fell over onto my back. My head rested on his biceps until he pulled me over onto his chest.
I kissed him on his pec, then moved to get up. But he wasn’t having any of it.
“I’m not ready to be without you,” he whined. “Do you really have to go home? What are you going to do that you can’t do here with me?”
I laid back down where I was, and he tightened his hold. I ran my finger over the indentions of his muscles.
“Don’t you have practice tomorrow? The first pre-season game is Saturday. You need to rest and recoup.”
“You have my schedule memorized?”
I screwed up my face. “No.”
I did.
“I bet you do,” he singsonged. “That big brain of yours is like a computer. Let’s see how fast it works.”
I snorted. He was such an idiot. But I loved him anyway.
“Who do we play on the third Sunday in September?”
“Seattle,” I quipped.
“And when do we play San Francisco?”
“October 28th.”
He bellowed out a laugh. “See? You have it memorized.”
I shook my head. “Not really. I have a photographic memory. I just had to look at it, and it’s all there.”
Lennox pulled back to look at me. “When did you figure that out? I don’t remember that from high school.”
I shrugged. “I always knew I was a visual learner, just didn’t know how good until college.”
He forced a smile. “Something else I missed. But it’s good that you know. I bet it helped in college.”
I bit my lip, wishing I hadn’t told him. “Lennox, I don’t know a lot of things about your college experience. All I know is what I read or saw on the Sports Channel.”
He was quiet before he spoke. “It makes me happy that you still followed me. I wish I’d known what was going on with you.”
I got up on one elbow and looked at him. I pushed his hair off his forehead, then leaned in to kiss his chin. I’d debated telling him any of this, but we weren’t keeping secrets anymore. It was stupid anyway.
“After I blocked your number, I used to write you messages. But I didn’t send them to you.”
Lennox looked at me. “Why not? I was dying to hear from you.”
“I know. I already told you we needed a clean break. You could have sucked me right back in. And I couldn’t handle it anymore.”
“I understand. But I wish I’d known you cared.”
“You can read them.”
He frowned. “How? You can’t text new messages without sending the first one.”
“You can when you buy a burner phone and text to that number.”
He turned me onto my back and I let him. “You did that?”
“Yeah. It was how I could tell you how I felt without actually telling you. I just imagined you were on the other end.”
His expression was one I couldn’t read. But I could imagine how he was feeling.
“Where is it?” he asked, sitting up. “Where’s the phone?”
I sat up and circled my arms around my knees. “I kept it in my room at home.”
He popped up off the bed and looked at the bedside clock. “If we leave now, we can go get it, and be back by midnight.”
I laughed at his enthusiasm. “Lennox, it’s not there anymore.”
He looked horrified. “Did you get rid of it?”
I reached out and touched his face. “No. I mean, I wanted to for a long time. But I couldn’t bring myself to do it. It was like throwing away my childhood.”
“Then where is it?”
I looked him in the eye, not quite sure I was ready to go there. “It’s in my bag in the car.”