Chapter 14
Colin
I’d been disappointed to cut our… activities short the night before, of course, but instead of being cool and collected, I found myself pacing around the house and talking to the cats as I got ready for our date the next night.
Edgar meowed at my feet, while Poe purred loudly from the bed. “I know, I know,” I murmured, pulling on a dark Henley and blue jeans. “How does this look?” Edgar replied with a loud meow and I sighed. “You’re right. Too casual.”
Poe chirped from her place on the bed and I went over to give her head scritches. A moment later, Edgar joined her and I had to give him pets, too. “Maybe you’re right,” I said to her. “Maybe it’s okay to be casual. I’m just going to his house. We’re not exactly going out for a fancy date.”
I peered at myself in the mirror and fussed over my hair for a few moments. “But—” Both cats blinked at me from the bed.
“Right,” I said. “Getting railed within an inch of your life is definitely a casual-attire date. But what if it’s me doing the railing? Does that require a little more dressiness?”
My phone chimed then, startling me out of my spiral. I glanced at it and exhaled sharply when I saw it was Dakota. “Okay. Time to walk next door. You two behave. I’ll see you later.”
I made my way through the house and locked the door behind me as I stepped onto the porch.
It was a small town, but I always felt better locking up behind me, a residual from living alone for so long.
It only took me a few seconds to cross the yard, navigating around my blow-up and stand-up light figures and around the princess queen that graced Dakota’s front yard, and soon enough I was standing at his front door, knocking.
A moment later, I heard him yell to come in from somewhere in the house. I tentatively stepped inside and shut the door behind me. “Dakota?”
He appeared from his bedroom, wearing a snug blue V-neck and jeans, walking down the hall toward me with a grin on his face. “You look great,” he murmured.
I chuckled and shook my head. “I wasn’t sure what to wear. Are we…” I hooked my thumb toward the front door.
“I was hoping,” he said, taking a slow step into my personal space, “that we’d stay in tonight. I have pizza in the oven for later. You know, after.” His voice was low and soft, a sensual murmur that sent need rocketing through me, lust coiling in the pit of my stomach.
“After?” I smirked. “You’re being presumptuous, aren’t you?”
He shrugged one shoulder. “Is that a no?”
I surged forward and kissed him, feral, deep, and desperate, my hands on either side of his face. He groaned as I did, his hands going to my hips to haul me closer. A moment later, we parted, breathless.
“Fuck,” he muttered. “If I don’t get you into my bedroom right this second, I might self-combust.”
“Wouldn’t want that,” I said softly. “Lead the way.”
He gripped my shirt at the collar and pulled me in for another quick kiss. “Whatever you say.”
I followed him into the bedroom, which was tidy, everything put away. His bed was made, gray sheets peeking out under a heavy blue comforter. “Whatever I say?” I teased.
He bit his lower lip and nodded, eyes dark and pupils wide, his cheeks flushing pink. “It’s been a long time since I’ve been with a man. Hell, anyone,” he said, a quiet confession. “Tell me what you want.” He reached for me, tugging me closer.
I pulled my shirt off and dropped it to the floor before reaching to remove his as well. Once his shirt was off, my hands went to his waistband and unfastened his dark jeans. He huffed out a breath as his cock was freed, and the second my hand was on it, he groaned again.
“I have no problem telling you what I want,” I murmured. “But I need to hear you do the same. This goes both ways.”
He nodded, eyes wild and desperate. “I really, really want to fuck you.”
His quiet, honest confession sent another bolt of desire through me. I stepped out of my jeans and got onto his bed as he watched me shove the neatly-folded comforter away. A second later, I was on his sheets, naked, cock hard and leaking, aching and ready for more.
Dakota wasted no time in climbing onto the bed and lying next to me, pulling me in for a kiss as we lay next to one another.
He moved one hand to tease my nipples, the same way he’d done the night before, making my cock leak further, sending hot bolts of electricity and lust through me.
Soon enough, I was a mess, rutting against him, seeking his touch as he pinched and rolled my nipples between expert fingers, and as he kissed me senseless.
Just when I didn’t know if I could take it any longer without being touched, just before I started begging for more, his hand moved down to my hip and around to grasp my shaft.
He took me in his hand and rocked his own cock forward until we were both in his grip.
He stroked us together with long, slow glides of his fist.
“How do you want it?” he asked softly, holding our cocks a little tighter.
I wanted to babble that I didn’t know, it didn’t matter, as long as he fucked me and soon, but instead I took a deep breath to gather my thoughts. “On my back. I want you on top of me. Want to be able to look at you.”
Dakota moaned softly, nodded once, and released us. I whimpered and bucked my hips up, chasing his touch. A moment later, he reached beyond me and opened a nightstand drawer before pulling out a condom and a bottle of lube.
“Do you need me to prep you? Stretch you?” He poured a little lube on his fingers and slid them between my ass cheeks to press against my opening.
I couldn’t stop the needy moan that ripped from my throat. I shook my head desperately—I’d done all the prep I needed earlier that day, knowing this was coming. He sat back and another moan tore from me as I watched him roll the condom on and toss the packet aside before he lubed himself up.
He eased forward until he was close, thighs against my ass, before using the remainder of the lube on his fingers to slick my hole, my cock lying on my stomach, leaking and leaving a smear of precum on my skin.
When he was satisfied that I was ready, Dakota gripped his erection in one hand, spreading my ass open with the other and slowly pressing the crown of his cock into me.
Even though I was ready, even though I’d prepared myself earlier in the day, the stretch of his thick cock entering me ached just a little, enough to keep me grounded in the moment.
I exhaled slowly, gaze locked on Dakota as he continued to press in.
We watched each other until his body was flush against mine, his cock fully buried in me.
He leaned forward and raked a hand through my hair, thumb coming to rest on my cheek.
“You okay?” His tone was a tender whisper.
I smiled slowly, closing my eyes for a brief second before looking at him again. “Perfect.”