13. Chapter 13
Chapter thirteen
Dane
S lick and firm and blazing hot. Dane carefully worked his fingers around Aras’s dick. He didn’t dare break eye contact, losing himself in the dark depths of Aras’s gaze as he felt his way around. Aras’s cockhead was thick and flared. He traced his pinky along the soft band of skin on the underside and Aras moaned. The sound shook the air, vibrating all the way into Dane. Through his head, down his spine, and to his cock, which pulsed out another flood of precum.
His fingers touched coarse hair as he reached the base of Aras’s cock, and the eye contact broke. Not on Dane’s decision, but because Aras tossed his head back with a choking sound. His Adam’s apple bobbed with the guttural groan and the tendons in his neck tightened against amber skin.
Dane cupped Aras’s balls, feeling the weight and the fine wisps of hair. He watched as he sneaked his middle finger back, breath hitching in his chest. If Aras gave any sign that was the wrong move, Dane would plot a new course. He rubbed tight, slow, firm circles around Aras’s taint, and couldn’t help but smile as Aras snapped his head back down. His eyes had turned from endless depths to struck coals. Still dark, but alight in the depths.
Dane moved a little farther back, until his middle finger slipped into Aras’s ass crack. He was reaching the extent to which he could stretch his arm…so he took another step forward. There was barely room for a breath to pass between the two of them, and if he nudged his hips forward even a little, they’d be rubbing cocks together. His finger went deeper and rubbed around Aras’s hole. He felt every muscle in Aras’s body tense, watched as goosepimples rose along his thighs, then up his neck.
Rough warmth surrounded Dane’s balls, massaging them. The intensity of this connection was that strong.
No. Aras had reached forward, cupped Dane’s balls and was working them between skilled, callused fingers. Left, then right. Clockwise, then counterclockwise. Push, then pull. Never painful, but firm. It was the kind of grip that could only come from a guy who worked with his hands, new exactly how delicate to be, and how forceful.
Dane wasn’t going to push in—unplanned anal was a no go unless you’d already okayed that with all parties—but he kept gliding his finger back and forth from Aras’s hole, across his taint, up his balls, and to the thick tube at the base of his cock, then back down the same path.
Aras dragged his fingers up from Dane’s balls, tracing his way along the length of Dane’s shaft. When he finally hit the exposed bit of Dane’s tip, he went in, sliding his finger through slick precum and down into the skin. He swirled his finger around, each tiny movement amplifying to a wave of ecstasy that crashed through Dane.
Aras pulled away and Dane couldn’t hold back a whimper…then a gasp as Aras raised that finger to his lips and sucked off the shining precum. He felt Dane, tasted Dane. Then he nodded to the bed, tongue sticking out from between his teeth. Those eyes were still burning coals.
Dane was not about to protest. He went to the bed, waiting for a signal, a word, anything to know what they were doing. This had gone well beyond a tit for tat, show me yours I’ll show you mine kind of thing, and Aras was in charge.
Somehow, he never expected Aras dropping to his knees at the foot of the bed. Maybe it was stereotyping, or simply a misread, but Dane would have pegged him more as the kind of guy who tried to avoid head as much as possible. Those sorts of strapping, muscular dudes, in Dane’s experience, always expected Dane to suck them off. Then they threw on their stupid basketball shorts, said “thanks,” and moved on.
Aras, from the floor, ran his hands up Dane’s thighs, fingers splayed. Dane’s cock slipped into the space between his middle and forefinger. Then Aras went back down, then up higher, pressing into Dane’s belly. His thumb traced gently around the edges of Dane’s navel as his shirt was quietly raised. Before Dane could reach down and lift it off and over his head, Aras slid down again.
Then heat. Warmth. Moisture. Pressure. It all surrounded Dane’s cock as Aras slid down on it. His tongue worked around the ridge of Dane’s cock head in slow, firm circles as he took another inch, then another until he was at the base.
Finally, Dane managed to gather himself enough to look down. Aras’s eyes were bright and slightly misty, with his nose buried in ginger bush and his cheeks working in and out as he massaged Dane’s cock. Then he went somehow deeper and Dane’s knees quaked. He was in Aras’s throat, the tightness redoubling. His ass clenched through a wave of ecstasy, and it almost thrust him over the edge.
Then Aras pulled back and wiped his eyes, breathing harshly, his shoulders bobbing. But he never looked down, never broke eye contact at all except for blinking. “Good?”
His voice was harsh, jagged, and it speared into Dane’s middle. Did he really have any doubt about that? It wasn’t every first date you got deep-throated, and although Dane wasn’t the kind to bring it up, he knew he was a little longer than average. Even if deep throating was on the table for a first date, not everyone could manage him.
His internal monologue finally clicked into place. This wasn’t a first date. Or any kind of date. This was two coworkers fooling around and nothing more.
Aras took in a deep breath and blinked a couple times. It wasn’t something Dane was used to seeing on his face. He did break eye contact. His fingers balled up into fists against his thighs. His brows furrowed toward the center, sinking low.
“Of course it was good.” Apparently he did need the reassurance.
Aras’s face didn’t return to the same passionate, locked-in expression from before. But he parted his lips and took Dane again, and it was hard to focus on anything other than the insane cascade of sensation rising through his cock as Aras took him to the hilt yet again.