33. Dane
Chapter 33
Dane
“So you’re not mad that he outed us to the world?”
Lennox looked up from the end of the bed, where he’d just discarded his towel. He stood with his legs apart, stroking his cock..
“Fuck no. I just wish we’d gotten a big-time interview like Evan and Hudson. Maybe we’ll make the cover of Sports Illustrated . Two gunslingers or something. Both of us in uniform. Our story would make a great movie.”
I barked out a laugh at all his arbitrary thoughts, but the humor died quickly when he crawled onto the bed.
Lennox turned all of his focus on me, making my heart race. I knew what was coming and I couldn’t wait. He reminded me of a jungle cat stalking his prey.
“I’m going to savor every inch of you,” he said, making me smile.
I tucked my arms behind my head and watched as he licked his way up the inside of my thigh. His beard tickled my skin as he sucked on places I never knew could be sensitive. The bend of my knee, the skin between my leg and torso, and the inside of the thigh sent goosebumps over my skin and made me shiver.
My pulse ratcheted up the closer he got to my dick, but Lennox had no intention of making this quick. He was going to drag this out and torture both of us as long as he could stand it. Impatience for the win.
“Bend your knees, baby.”
I did as he asked, allowing him the space to settle between my legs. He placed wet kisses along the inside of my thigh, then sucked my balls into his mouth. The rasp of his beard against my thighs was driving me crazy.
“God, that feels incredible,” I said.
There was no way I could keep my hands off him. It was impossible. So I unfolded my right arm and threaded my fingers through his hair. Then I pulled.
Lennox groaned, making my balls vibrate.
“You like it when I pull your hair?” I murmured.
He nodded with his mouth full, changing the sensations completely.
“I love the feel of your beard rubbing my sensitive skin.”
Smiling up at me, he moved his head from side to side, eliciting a moan from me.
Lennox got to his knees and hovered over me. His mouth found mine as his tongue slid against mine.
The world stopped as Lennox kissed me with all the love he possessed. It was sweet and sensual, then dirty and desperate. He took my fears away and made me feel things I never knew I could feel. A love so achingly pure that matched mine.
He pulled back, and I knew why he complained about me doing it. It created an immediate void in my soul when he wasn’t touching me.
Laying his forehead to mine, I ran my hands up his sides and over his tattoos.
“I want to give you everything,” he said. “I’m gonna fumble the first time, but I promise to get better with lots of practice. We gotta figure out what we like.”
I nodded and rubbed my hand down the side of his face. “I trust you, baby.”
He smiled and pulled back to reach behind my knees. I kept my eyes on him as he pushed my legs back, then stretched his body to take my cock in his mouth.
I watched as he savored my taste until I couldn’t stand it. Reaching for my legs, I pulled them back further to expose myself to him. With anyone else, I would have been apprehensive. But this was Lennox. My Lennox. The one I loved and trusted above anyone else.
So I closed my eyes and tried to relax when his tongue swiped across my hole. My breath caught as the nerves triggered contractions that left me wanting more at the same time.
“Fuck me with your fingers. I need it.”
“I know, baby. I remember saying the same thing when you fucked me.”
I growled, impatient as hell, but knew he was right.
“Then get on with it. Please.”
“Settle down. We’ll get there.” He scooted forward just enough to rub his hot tip against my wet hole. The contrast in temperature was startling and made my eyes roll back at minimal pressure.
“Stoke yourself, babe. It’s supposed to help when I push in.”
I was already hard but had no intention of arguing until he removed his tip from my hole.
“What the fuck? You’re going the wrong way.”
He laughed. “You’re not ready for that. One, two, three, remember?”
I dropped my head to the pillow as he circled my hole. We’d fingered each other a lot since our first night in the desert. Moving at this snail’s pace was killing me.
“Ready for a finger?”
Why was he asking all these questions?
“Yes. You’re not the only one who has practiced Lennox. Just do it.”
That was the wrong thing to say because he sucked in a playful huff. Here it comes.
“You mean to tell me you’re not a butthole virgin, either?”
I lifted my head to look at his handsome face. “No. I’m a butthole slut. Now get on with it.”
He tilted his head back and laughed at my desperation.
“What have you been practicing with, Dane? Do you have a box of dildos under your bed? Maybe I should check.”
“Stop and you die. I’ve been trained to kill a man with my hands.”
He laughed harder but pushed a finger inside at the same time. And when he curled that finger and found the promised land, I moaned.
“I thought that was the SEALs that were trained to do that.”
My hips rocked back and forth as I fucked myself on his fingers. I didn’t reply because he was right. He didn’t need to know that.
“Give me another one.”
He complied with my demand and slipped in a second one.
I moaned as the burning need and desire grew. The Lennox comedy show went to a commercial break when he added the third finger, then stretched up to kiss the hell out of me.
I wrapped an arm around his neck as we panted in each other’s faces. “Please don’t drag this out. I’m not gonna last long as it is.”
He kissed my lips, then my forehead. But his eyes told the story. “Okay, baby. Here we go.”
He slipped his fingers from inside me, then took his cock in hand and placed it back at my entrance.
Lennox looked down at where we were about to be connected, then back up at me. I could see his fear right along with the depth of his love. It was my job to put him at ease.
“I want you to kiss me when you take me. And I don’t want you to hold back.”
“Dane, I refuse to hurt you, because it’s gonna hurt.”
I cupped his face. “Then kiss me until it doesn’t.”
He stared at me for a moment, then gave me a single nod. The love of my life slipped his tongue into my mouth as he entered my body.
Lennox was right. It hurt like hell until it didn’t. And when the kiss changed, and he felt me relax, he knew I was ready.
He planked his body over mine and braced his elbows beside my shoulders. We could still kiss one another if we wanted, but breathing was essential.
Rocking slowly until we found a comfortable rhythm, he alternated the angle to graze my prostate. My eyes struggled to focus as my orgasm built.
Lennox was beautiful, with his bottom lip tucked between his teeth as he neared the edge.
“Baby,” he called. “I’m…”
I knew what he meant. So I slipped my hand between us and stroked myself.
His muscles tensed, and his abs rippled when he fell apart. Watching him was an erotic experience.
Lennox looked down as I came on my stomach. His eyes were heavy as he panted.
A tender smile filled his face as he leaned down to kiss me. His forehead rested on mine as I pulled his body down on top of me. I welcomed the weight and the warmth combined with the closeness I felt with him.
“I love you,” he whispered across my lips.
I smiled. “And I love you more.”
Lennox slipped out of me, then moved onto his side, taking me with him. We were a mess, but neither of us cared. We were together, and that’s all that mattered.