Chapter 27 Connor #3
My toes curl against his shoulders as he holds my throat again and replaces his fingers with his lubed-up erection. His knees scoot up under my hips, and that thick, blunt head mashes its way through my hole, stretching me wider than what feels possible.
The sharp, prickly sensation triggers my panic response. I suck air through my teeth, clench my jaw, and tense my muscles. I tell him to stop and he freezes inside me.
“Shhh.” Dane’s forehead touches mine, hand gliding over my heart. “You gotta relax, baby.”
Fingers digging into Dane’s back, I pant, “How far in are you?”
“Like, half.”
“Shit, Dane. I can’t—”
“I’m gonna pull out.”
“No.” I stick my feet behind his ass. “Don’t. Don’t move. Please.”
“Okay. I’m not gonna move. I’m just gonna stay right here. It’s okay.” He kisses my forehead, my eyebrow, and my nose. He kisses my mouth, but I’m too preoccupied with the pain to kiss him back.
No amount of clenching lessens the gape of my asshole while Dane’s solid cock keeps it dilated, but it lessens the sting.
He kisses my cheek, my jaw, and under my ear. He latches onto my neck and noms on me while taking my dick into his hand. The pesky thing is still rock hard despite the trial going on in my ass, and Dane’s hand rubs me slow enough to ease my heart rate down.
“Fuck,” I sigh, licking my lips and rocking my hips, desperate to feel more from Dane’s grip while inadvertently sucking more of his length inside my stretched hole. I don’t even realize I’ve humped Dane’s entire cock inside me until I feel his balls mashing against my skin.
“Mmm, baby.” Dane releases my cock and braces on the mattress. “Feels so fucking good.”
Our bodies rock together as Dane’s mouth comes back to mine. This time, I find the strength to kiss him back while my insides expand. I’m bloated and restless, skin sizzling and knees vibrating. My cock leaks pre-cum into my bellybutton.
In my blissful delirium, I fall so hard into my senses that I forget where I am.
Sacramento, San Diego, the fucking moon.
It doesn’t matter. I’m particles. Skin, sweat, saliva, and nerve endings.
More fucking nerve endings than I ever thought I had, and then there’s Dane…
More skin, more sweat, more sweet spit drooling onto my tongue, and somehow, he’s touching all of me at the exact same time.
Every particle. Like they all belong to him.
At some point, we stop kissing and just vibe, like we’re swirling around a dance floor. I taste salt on my tongue and realize I’m sucking on Dane’s ear.
“I’m gonna come,” his deep voice grunts over all the other sounds we make. “Fuck, I’m gonna come.”
He ruts into me harder and quicker, dialing my pleasure up to a million until I’m almost afraid to come. I reach for my cock, twitching with each of Dane’s inward thrusts, and a few stokes is all it takes for the wave to break.
Euphoria barrels into me. I hold my breath through a body-quaking orgasm that glazes my stomach with cum while Dane’s uninhibited moans bounce off my bedroom walls.
Then we just…melt.
The way seawater sinks into sand, Dane sinks into me.
His breath is mine. His heartbeat is mine. His hand which sweeps the damp fringe off my forehead is mine. The cock softening inside my ass is mine. All mine.
“You’re so red,” Dane whispers, gazing at me from a few inches away.
“You’re so beautiful.” I push a curl behind his ear and kiss his soft lips.
Once Dane is limp enough, his cock slips from my tender hole.
He slides off me, leaving the bed long enough to toss the condom into the empty wastebasket under my desk.
Then he crawls back to me, rests on his side, and gazes down at our bodies.
He swirls a fingertip through the mess on my stomach and asks me if I enjoyed myself.
Still trembling, I turn my head until my forehead touches his. “That was…fucking insane.”
“Perfect?” he asks.
Before today, I wouldn’t have had a clue what a perfect ass-fucking would be, but now I know. “Yeah. It was perfect.”
He purrs from his throat before kissing me. “I love you. My little yellow lab. No…my goldendoodle.”
I laugh a drowsy, intoxicated sort of laugh while slinking my arms around his neck and rolling onto my side. With our legs weaved and our hands petting each other all over, I ask him what he is.
“Me? I’m a Great Dane, obviously. Big, muscular, powerful, fast—”
“Goofy.”
“Virile and alpha.”
“Oh, you’re very alpha,” I say as I hold back snickers.
“Are you being sarcastic with me?”
“I mean, I have seen you wearing a sheer crew-neck and body glitter.”
“Hey, that just shows how secure in my masculinity I am that I can pull that look off.”
Gliding my hand down his smooth cheek, I kiss his lips and murmur, “I thought you looked really hot that night.”
A subtle shade of pink makes it through Dane’s SoCal tan as I run my finger under his bottom lip.
We never finish the movie. We just kiss and cuddle. I put music on to drown out the sound of the neighbor kids playing street kickball outside, so we can kiss and cuddle without distraction.
Dane’s fingers make their way back inside my ass while I’m sitting on his lap. I’m still so wet with lube that he doesn’t need to add any extra to pump those fingers in and out of me.
“You’re not sore, are you?” he asks.
“A little,” I moan, rocking back against his knuckles.
“You are an insatiable bottom.”
“Shut up,” I laugh and cup my palm over Dane’s mouth.
Through my fingers, he says, “That’s not very nice.”
I slip my other hand between our bodies and grip his semi, feeling it firm up with each stroke. “Is that nice?”
His head bobs, eyes big and sparkly. I uncover his smirking mouth and press my own to it. Within a minute, Dane is rock solid and rolling on a fresh condom.
I hook my arms around his neck and sit my ass down on his cock while I grind my own against his taut body.
“That’s it, puppy,” Dane says before feeding me his tongue.
Licking.
Sucking.
Grinding.
Fucking.
We change positions three times, and each time Dane rubs on something inside my body that makes mincemeat out of my inhibitions. I’m on my stomach, humping my dick into the mattress while Dane covers my back. His hips roll against my ass at an even tempo.
“Fuck!” I moan over the music, the kickball game, and the creaking bed frame. My eyes go blurry until I shut them altogether. “Ah, motherfucker!”
Warm breath fills my ear with the words, “You like being mine, baby?”
“Yes!” The affirmative comes out like a strangled, high-pitched whimper that would humiliate me to hear back.
A big hand scoops under my throat and lifts my cheek off the pillow, high enough to bring mine and Dane’s mouths together. Too far gone to remember how to kiss, I hold my mouth open and take lazy, sporadic swipes at Dane’s tongue instead.
“You’re gonna make me come again,” Dane says. But from my perspective, he’s doing all the work.
I’ve never done so little to sweat so much and feel so fucking good. I knew prostates were a thing, but holy hell.
My body spasms and tenses. Fireworks shoot behind my eyelids. A puddle grows under my belly, slicking my Nana’s quilt.
“You’re so perfect,” Dane grouses into my hair as his gyrations become thrusts.
For the life of me, I don’t know why Dane thinks I’m so perfect, but it’s an intoxicating thing to hear from the man I love while he gets off inside my ass for the second time in an afternoon.
His release somehow triggers the end of my climax, like we’re two heads of the same snake.
I bury my face in the pillow to keep from screaming out in ecstasy.
Dane collapses on my back, cheek on my shoulder blade. His weight smooshes me deeper into the mess his lovemaking coaxed out of me.
We catch our breaths awhile before Dane dislodges himself from me. I clench my ass and roll onto my back while Dane makes a second trip to the wastebasket.
“Come here.” Dane erects his arm, motioning for me to stand up. Once I give him my hand, he pulls me off the bed and brings our bodies together. Arms around my neck and cheek against my head, he rocks me side to side to the beat of the electropop streaming from an old Bluetooth speaker.
I hug his waist and dance with him on wobbly legs with cum wetting my stomach and lube slicking my ass cheeks.
“We can dance like this at our wedding,” Dane says.
“Naked?”
“Sure.”
I kiss his shoulder, then his neck. “Boyfriends for two days and now we’re fiancés? We’re moving pretty fast.”
“Mm, that’s how the gays do it, puppy. Find someone we like and never let them out of our bedroom.”
Chuckling, I remind him I’m only half-gay.
“Not while I’m fucking you,” he whispers into my ear before kissing my head.
The old house rattles with the opening and shutting of the front door, and my parents’ boisterous voices echo from the first floor.
“Shit,” Dane says. “Guess that means no round three.”
I peel my sweaty, lubey, cummy body away from Dane and look down at myself. I’m definitely gonna need another shower.