Chapter 14 Dane
Dane
This is what heaven is.
Growing up, several adults had told me I’d never make it to heaven the way I was behaving, but they were wrong, because here I am.
I can’t remember dying, unless that’s what happened when my heart exploded all over Connor and the shower floor.
If I died, I must’ve taken Connor with me, because he’s curled up against me now on my lazily made bed, cheek on my chest and his heavy thigh on my dick.
The only light on is my underwater nightlight, casting ripples of glowing teal across the walls and ceiling. The only sounds are our slow breaths.
Connor’s arm lies across my stomach, fingertips dancing along my side. He tips his head up eventually, peeking at me from the tops of his eyes.
“Are you asleep yet?” he whispers, even though I’m staring right at him.
“How am I supposed to sleep when you keep tickling me?” I quickly jitter my fingers across Connor’s side and stomach.
He yelps and squirms and stifles his laughter in the crook of my neck. He melts with a sigh when I switch to stroking his back and his hiked-up leg.
“I told you I’d lay with you until you fall asleep,” he murmurs.
“I’m never falling asleep again.”
His lips purse against my skin, kissing under my ear and all the way down my pulse.
His fingers skate from my side to my chest and brush over my nipple.
Like déjà vu, Connor’s kisses make a path down my chest until that nipple is between his lips, hardening my cock with each soft lick and gentle suck.
“Mmm, baby.” I thread my fingers through his hair while I find his ass cheek and squeeze it. “Tell me the truth. On a scale from one to ten, how hard were you when you saw my piercings for the first time?”
Connor slurps off my tender nip and shifts to the other, blowing on it gently. “A very solid six inches.”
“Six, huh? You sure about that? I think I’ve got a tape measure in the nightstand.”
“No, no.” He captures my hand and kisses my knuckles. “Just take my word for it.”
“Aww. Okay, baby. I trust you.”
Our fingers intertwine as Connor puts his mouth back on my body. His alleged six inches grind against my hip as he resumes the blissful torture of my nipple.
“Ah, man,” I moan, back arching, toes curling. Even pinned under Connor’s thigh, my dick swells and pulses to an aching strength. “You love them, don’t you?”
Connor answers by sucking on me until it feels so good it hurts.
“Please, please, please.” I frantically scoop him up by the jaw and rescue my nip from a pleasure overload. “Too much of a good thing.”
“Sorry,” he chuckles with a big, shimmery smile. “Did you get these to seduce me?”
“Nah, that was just a happy accident.”
This time, when Connor tucks his head down, he presses his mouth over my heartbeat. He leaves wet smooches all the way down my torso until that pesky leg lifts off my junk and his lips find the tip of my cock.
Insatiable, but not starved—he doesn’t consume me so much as he caresses me. Mouth nuzzling the underside of my cock with his pink tongue taking swipes here and there. He licks me down to my balls, then kisses his way back up to my tip.
I reach down and hoist my dick off my pelvis, feeding it between Connor’s parted lips and marveling at how readily he accepts me into his mouth.
Being Connor’s first dick is daunting, but performance anxiety has never been a thing for me.
I stay in this moment—this glorious moment that precedes an even more glorious moment when Connor closes his lips around me and massages my crown with his silky tongue.
“Holy fuck.” My eyelids flutter, but I force them to stay open. To watch. To know. To etch these minutes into my memory in case this night is the only one I ever get with my complicated puppy.
He doesn’t take me in far, but he replaces my hand with his own gentle grip as he sucks the top inches like it’s a melty popsicle. Sucking, slurping, and swiping his tongue across my tip.
“Will you spit on me?”
Connor tilts his head up and eyes me with incredulous lust. His tongue slips back into his mouth before he leans up onto his elbows and zeroes back in on my dick.
His lips roll, jaw shifting until he spits a massive cache of drool all over my cock.
It’s clear and bubbly and hot as it pools around Connor’s fist. He strokes me in an intoxicating rhythm, using his spit as lube while he refills his mouth with my throbbing cockhead.
I let him slobber on me until my thighs quiver. When I’m on the verge of coming, I grab his face and bring his wet, perfect mouth to mine. I kiss him deeply, one hand in his hair while the other grabs his ass and sits him on top of me.
Straddling my hips, Connor rocks back and forth, rubbing the underside of his cock along the underside of mine. Paired together, our size difference is obvious, in length and in girth.
“Okay, maybe more like five inches,” Connor whines in a way that makes me want to roll him up and keep him in my pocket forever.
Instead, I wrap his cock in a loose fist and tug on him slowly, feeling him throb while his little slit blinks out a fresh bead of pre-cum.
“You’re fucking perfect,” I say with my whole heart.
Connor watches with his chin near his chest, mouth open and drooling.
When I take my hand away, he spits all that drool onto our shafts, then wraps them both together in his open fist. Instead of rubbing us together, he rocks his hips like he’s fucking a gaping hole I’m already inside of.
But the only hole I want to be inside of is his.
Grabbing his hips, I tell him to turn around before helping him maneuver.
“Why?” he asks mid-position change.
“Wanna see your pretty asshole.”
“Seriously? Can an asshole even be pretty?”
“Absolutely.”
He’s nervous. I feel his anxious tremors under my palms as I caress his taut body, coaxing him to straddle my chest. I fold him onto hands and knees, and I kiss his firm cheeks before spreading them wide and getting my first peek at his puckered hole.
I lick it, and Connor’s whole body buzzes with a wary chuckle and an incredulous question: “What’re you doing? ”
To make this easier on him, I stroke his cock and keep him moaning while I answer his question with my tongue. Soon, he’s rocking his hips between my fist and my mouth and jerking my cock in slow, sporadic strokes.
I moan with my lips latched around his pucker and my tongue lapping at his virgin hole.
His hand moves to my balls, tugging and kneading while the heat of his mouth envelopes my cock again.
When my tongue needs a break, I grind my thumb against his hole and feel it flex.
Connor slurps off my cock and whimpers another wicked question: “Are you gonna fuck me?” The longing beneath his trepidation enamors me.
“Mmm, would you like that, baby?”
“I dunno. You’re really big.”
Ah, the downfall of having a monster cock.
Size queens rejoice, but inexperienced cuties like Connor can be too intimidated to relax.
I know how to make it not hurt, but I also don’t think Connor is ready to be deflowered.
I’ll regret the night I gave my ass away for the rest of my life, and Connor deserves better than that.
He deserves to have his cherry popped when he wants it so bad he won’t need any convincing.
Taking his hips again, I help him off me, sitting that yummy ass down beside me. I roll on top of him and kiss him with every ounce of passion in me. “I’m not gonna fuck you,” I whisper between wet smooches. “Just wanna make you mine.”
His lips go slack, too entranced to kiss me back, so I kiss the rest of his face instead.
I kiss down to his chest and give him a taste of his own medicine.
Kneading his firm chest, I pooch up his pink nipple and suck it between my lips.
I do the same to his other nipple until they’re both hard little nubs I can flick back and forth with my tongue.
Connor’s legs are open, knees bent and fanned with his cock jutted straight up like an antenna. Every time my body grazes that raging tip, it wets my skin with his arousal. I take that skinny, solid cock into my fist and scrub my thumb across the glands below his crown.
“Dane,” he moans, back arching and ass grinding into the duvet.
I crawl down his body, leaving kisses down his stomach as I go and taking time to swish my tongue around his belly button.
Even in the dim glow of my nightlight, I can tell how red his cock is, like there are embers under his skin just waiting to catch a fuse.
I tap my finger on his tip and feel a fresh drop of fluid.
Connor’s hands are already on my head, but I’m not through looking at him yet. I drag my thumb along the thick vein under his cock and feel it pulse. He fits in my hand so beautifully, just the tip of his plump head peeking out the top of my fist.
When I finally put my tongue on him, his hips roll and his abs flex. One lick has Connor moaning, fingers tangling in my hair.
“Fuck, puppy.” I slow my strokes so I can feel every vein texturing Connor’s length. “Did me eating your ass make you wanna come?”
Too bashful to speak, he imprisons his bottom lip between his teeth and nods.
On the downstroke, I drag my tongue across his slit, tasting his lightly salted fluid. “So good,” I murmur before doing it again.
It’s been a while since I let a man inside my mouth.
As much as I love cock, there are a lot of unknown variables that go along with giving head to a man who doesn’t give two shits about me.
I think Connor cares about me. I think he has feelings for me, at least, and maybe one of those feelings is care.
Plus, I know he’s showered. I was there, making sure the soap got to all of his special places.
His skin smells like my body wash, the shit I wouldn’t let anyone use unless I cared about them for real.