Chapter 6
6
Archie
My eyes are glued to Dash’s ass as he leads the way to his bedroom. He said his roommate isn’t back until later, but having this extra layer of privacy does a lot to settle my nerves. He’s too far away as he crosses the kitchen and reaches his bedroom, but even if he wasn’t, would it matter? The thought of touching him is an impossible one. I’m so tempted though.
Dash watches me, one hand on his door and the other hanging relaxed by his side as I approach. He’s so smugly confident, knows I’m way out of my depth here, but all that does is turn me on more. I’d been ready to rut against him until I came in my pants on the couch, but I’m so glad I got up the courage to ask for more.
I want him naked.
Need it.
More than I’ve ever needed anything in my life.
I step through into his room, and Dash closes the door behind me.
“What now?” I ask.
“You wanted me naked, right?”
I don’t trust myself to speak.
Dash moves next to his bed, then stands there, staring at me. “Get me naked, then.”
“You want me to undress you?”
“Sure do.”
God fucking dammit, Archie, you can do it . If I can strip off a woman I have no interest in, I can sure as hell unwrap the package making my mouth water. All it will take is a tiny bit of courage for me to get to have a moment I’ve only ever dreamed about.
My feet are heavy, but I force them toward him. “You sure you won’t tell anyone about this?”
“Promise.”
There’s no reason for me to believe him, but I do. “I’ll probably never get to do this again,” I whisper.
“Way to put pressure on a guy.”
“Sorry, but … I shouldn’t even be doing this now. A second time …” I shake my head, not able to picture it. So, if I’m doing this and it won’t happen again, I need to kick my nerves to the curb and let myself enjoy the moment.
“No repeats. It’s fine. It’s not something I do a lot of anyway,” he says. “You don’t need excuses to blow me off. This is just sex, Levine.”
“Archie.”
“What?”
“If we’re going to have sex, you can at least get my name right.”
He looks like he’s trying not to laugh at me. “Get your ass over here, Archie.”
I don’t stop until our toes are almost touching, and then I glance down to where the front of his pants is stretched tight over him. My cheeks are hot as I reach out and undo his button. Slide down the zipper.
My mouth dries with how fast I’m breathing.
“It’s not going to bite you.”
“Keep making fun of me and I’ll bite you.”
“I know you’re new to this, but that isn’t much of a threat.”
“This is a lot for me.”
“I know. It’s adorable.”
“Fuck you.”
Dash snickers. “Wish you would, but you’re taking forever.”
It’s pure irritation alone that makes me plunge my hand into the front of his pants and wrap my hand around his cock. It feels nothing like mine. Still smooth skin and straining hardness, but he’s thicker, curves more, and, well, it’s not my cock. Knowing that is the biggest difference, and the surge of lust it floods me with is helping take my nervousness away.
I push down his pants, briefs and all, and then I get to work on stripping off too.
I don’t dare to look at him until I’m completely naked, and then I shove him backward onto the bed.
His pale skin stands out against the navy bedspread, dark hair a wild mess, as he watches me with a wide grin, legs splayed to the side, and all of that gorgeous body in view for me.
Everything about him is hard angles. His pecs, his sharp collarbones, the muscles in his shoulders and thighs, and then his steely hard cock, curving up toward his belly button.
I get a rush of something so powerful I almost pass out.
“Fuck,” I breathe.
“You haven’t even seen my ass yet.”
“Not sure I’d survive it, honestly.”
Dash gives himself a stroke, and the noise that leaves me barely sounds human.
“Let me make this easy for you,” he says. “I’m going to count to three, and by the time I get there, I want you on top of me. One, two?—”
Before he can hit three, I climb onto the bed and cover him in one smooth motion. Our mouths meet as he chuckles, and then I lower my weight onto him.
All our hot, bare skin presses together. Cocks lined up. Legs tangled.
“Nmfuck,” he moans into my mouth, and knowing that Dash feels as good as I do spurs me on. I roll my hips against his and want to sob at how amazing it feels. That I’ve waited so long for this and will probably never get the courage to do it again in my life.
Dash feels incredible beneath me. Everything about him turns me on, from his leg hair to his pubes to his muscle and the light hair on his chest. He’s got an aggressiveness about the way he kisses and twists his hands in my hair, and I try to match him on that level. I’m holding up my weight on one side, so I only have one hand to work with, but with a bravery I didn’t know I have, it settles on his bare side, then slowly trails down and around to his ass.
He didn’t lie about having a great ass.
I break from the kiss, dropping my head to taste his neck instead. He’s fucking delicious. Addictive. I breathe deeply, drinking in his scent and the subtle fragrance of his shampoo. Something nutty.
My mouth closes over the soft skin where his neck meets his shoulder, and Dash lets out a gasp.
“More of that.”
“You like?”
“Duh. I’m not dead. Suck harder.”
“What if I give you a hickey?”
His laugh is low and husky. “Then you give me a hickey. I’m not the one who’s closeted, remember?”
What that must be like, to be able to hook up with all the men I wanted and having none of the regret. Because I can guarantee when I leave here that I’m going to regret it. A lot.
My grip on his ass tightens, and I move faster on top of him. Another dick against mine is the single hottest thing I’ve ever experienced, and I don’t know how I can go back after knowing—as Dash put it—what real sex is.
It’s not the act. It’s not about parts. It’s about this feeling, this need, that’s completely overtaken me as I share my body with him.
We’re both leaking precum, making the movement between us easier. My balls have tightened, and each thrust is getting rougher, more erratic, bringing our cocks together with force.
Dash’s hands drop to grip my ass cheeks, steadying himself as he meets my rhythm. Our bodies work together, no space between us, both of us panting, even as I shiver at how tight my skin prickles around me.
I release his ass and grip his throat instead, bringing our foreheads together. I’m too out of breath to kiss him, too close to the edge to stop, but looking down into his face helps me remember this is happening, and it’s a moment I never want to forget.
“Are you close?” I rasp, wanting to make sure this isn’t all in my head.
He nods in my hold. “Just about there. Keep going.”
I double up my efforts, not ready to end this but needing to. I’m so blindingly horny I forget to be worried or nervous or hold back. All I can think of is how I’d give anything to be able to experience this again.
“Don’t look away,” I tell him. “Say my name when you come.”
“What?”
“ Say it .”
His hips rock frantically against mine, knees bracketing my hips, sweat building between our flushed torsos. “So, so close,” he chants. “So close. Just need … just a bit …”
His eyes roll back as sticky cum releases between us, and when he opens his mouth, “ Archie … ” falls out on a groan.
The flicker of possessiveness lights up my gut, and my hold on his throat tightens. I’m working my way closer, toeing the edge, ready to fall, when Dash flips us so suddenly, I’m not ready for it.
My back hits the mattress, and my cock cries out at the lack of friction, but before I can complain, Dash leans forward and swallows my cock to the back of his throat.
“Fuck!” My head arches back at the pleasure as I grip his sheets for dear life. Dash doesn’t take it easy on me. He gives me the fastest, sloppiest, hottest blow job I’ve ever had, and the heat and suction of his mouth is heaven. I thrust up into it, sinking in the bliss filling my limbs, chasing a high that’s already beyond anything I’ve ever experienced.
I linger on the edge, fighting my orgasm and knowing it’s a losing battle. Dash makes me feel way too good.
“Now,” I warn him. “I’m gonna?—”
He swallows around me, and I let go. My cock thickens before throbbing my release out into his throat, and Dash takes it all. Like he’s greedy for it. Hungry. And when I glance down and our eyes clash, he doesn’t look away.
When I’m done, he slowly releases me, tongue dragging along my length until I slip from his mouth.
“Well.” I’m at a loss for words. “Wow.”
“I’ll say.” He flops down beside me, head propped up on his hand. “Do you know I could taste my cum on your dick? Talk about hot.”
Even after what we just did, I somehow manage to blush. “That was … okay?”
“I didn’t tell you this before, but I’ve been wanting to bed you for a while now. You’re a hard guy not to notice, and I can guarantee that it didn’t matter what we did, I was always going to enjoy it.”
“You knew I was gay?”
“No clue. Figured it was hopeless. Didn’t make me any less attracted to you though.”
I roll onto my side and mirror how he’s lying. “How long is a while?”
“I dunno. Last year sometime?”
“Interesting …”
“What is?”
I flick his nipple, just wanting to touch it. “How hot you are for me.”
“No shame from me.” He punches the air. “Thank fuck for that strip show.”
“I could say the same.” There’s a silence where I’m not sure if I’m supposed to get up and leave or not.
“Come on,” Dash says, throwing his legs off the side of the bed. “Get dressed, and we’ll order. Pizza, beer, and checking out football players in their tights sounds like the perfect way to end our night.”
I hate to admit he might be onto something there.