Chapter 19 Gabe
GABE
It’s our . . . fifth date? Sixth?
Hell, I don’t know. I’m not keeping track because it doesn’t really matter.
All that matters is that we’re dating, and his tongue is in my mouth right now as we move into my living room.
I went over to his place on Saturday, where he made a delicious meal in his large kitchen before we sat down and ate before heading out to the barn. We started a documentary, but I couldn’t tell you what it was about. Before I knew it, he was on my lap again, and we were making each other come.
Afterward, we just lay there on the soft blanket, touching and kissing softly. Talking some. And I’ve never been so sure about anything in my life as I am about him. I’m crazy about him, just like I told him.
When I’m not with him, I’m thinking about him. The guys at the shop have been teasing me nonstop about how smitten I am, but I can’t seem to wipe the goofy-ass smile off my face long enough to tell them to shut up.
I am smitten. Beyond smitten.
I’ve been to his house almost every night this week so far.
But since it’s Thursday, I invited him to trivia at the tavern, and he shocked the hell out of me by accepting.
And while this time, none of Oakley’s Crew was there, and it did seem like a pretty slow night at the tavern, I could feel his nerves.
We ducked out a little early when I invited him to come to my house. He nearly knocked his chair over, darting up so fast to take my hand and lead me out of the bar. And now, here we are, not bothering to take a breath as we kiss our way to the couch in my living room.
He shoves me down onto my back, and there’s no inhibition whatsoever as he climbs onto my body and proceeds to kiss me, sucking on my tongue and driving me wild. Holy fuck, he’s good at that. He’s good at everything, whether he realizes it or not.
He starts to pull my T-shirt off over my head, and I raise my arms to help him out as he kisses down over my bare chest, flicking his tongue over my nipples and making me groan loudly.
“You know, we’ve mastered frotting,” he muses, licking down over my abs. I’m trying to pay attention, but all I can think about is his mouth on me as he scoots down between my thighs and flicks the button on my jeans open. “But I think we should move on to more.”
I didn’t know that grinding our cocks together until we both come had a name, but it really doesn’t matter. All I can think is yes, yes, yes. I think I manage to nod as he looks up at me, a wicked grin on his beautiful lips.
He unzips my jeans slowly, being mindful of my straining erection, and then tugs my jeans and underwear off. I kick them onto the floor, lying totally naked beneath him, and his eyes dart over every inch of my body.
I should maybe feel a little nervous, but all I feel is excited.
Especially my dick, which is standing straight up, flushed and leaking.
When his eyes move to my groin, I groan again while he looks like he’s going to devour me, licking his lips, then reaching his long, elegant fingers out to wrap around my aching shaft.
“I love your dick,” he says, making himself comfortable between my thighs.
“Pretty sure it loves you too,” I say as said dick twitches in his hand, and he licks his lips again, making them all shiny with spit. He leans forward, and I nearly shoot off the couch just from the first tentative lick he gives the head.
“Mmmm,” he moans, and holy shit, I’m not going to last. I’ve come my brains out the last five or so days in a row, and I still can’t get enough of him.
“Please,” I say, my fingers threading through his hair, but I don’t direct him on what to do. As hard as it is, I lie back and let him do whatever he wants with me.
And what he must want is to tease the everloving shit out of me. He starts slow, licking along my shaft and then back to the tip, dragging his tongue through my slit and making sinful sounds that go straight to my balls.
He’s holding onto my base with his hand, wrapping it around me and sucking the head into his mouth, taking more and more as he strokes me. “Dakota.” I don’t know what I’m trying to say. It’s driving me wild that I’m fully naked and he’s still fully clothed.
I love the contrast, but I also want him naked.
“Need to see you,” I say, panting. My balls are drawn up so tight, I know it’s not going to be too much longer. He releases the tip of my cock with a loud pop, and his big eyes meet mine, pupils wide and lips swollen as he peers up at me.
“You have me.”
Jesus, fuck. I almost come when he says that, a long shiver going through my entire body and curling my toes. “I need you naked,” I clarify, pulling him up my body to fuse our mouths together.
“Oh.” He smiles against my lips. “We can do that.”
“Thank. Fuck,” I say, pulling his T-shirt up and over his head before moving to his pants. He laughs but stands up to push them all the way down and off, but he leaves his briefs on.
I pout, and he just laughs at me again before climbing back onto my body. His warm skin distracts me from the fact that his dick is still covered. “I need something between us, so I don’t come until you’re coming down my throat.”
And okay, I nearly came again. I feel like a teenager when I’m a grown-ass man. So close to coming, no matter how short it’s been since my last orgasm. “I want that,” I say, and he kisses me again before making his way back down between my legs.
He licks over my tight balls, and my fists grip the fabric of my couch, trying not to hump the air as he takes his sweet time teasing me. He licks back up my hard cock, but this time, he doesn’t waste any more time. He engulfs my cock, the head hitting the fleshy back of his throat.
I feel bad when he gags, even though I swear the sensation makes my eyes cross, but he doesn’t pull away.
He seems to be as determined as ever as he bobs his head between my legs, taking my cock to the back of his throat over and over.
It’s all too much, the tight heat surrounding my cock as he moans around me, swallowing with his mouth full. Fuck. Me.
His hands rub the hair on my thighs and up to my abs as he sucks on me, and I can’t take it anymore.
I don’t have any time to warn him before my back bows up off the couch and I’m shooting into the back of his throat.
He sputters for a split-second but then sucks and licks, cleaning my cock and sucking me dry.
He licks his way up my body and looks hesitant, his eyes on my mouth.
I, however, just had the best damn orgasm of my life and am not feeling hesitant at all. I grab the back of his neck and smash our mouths together, licking into his mouth and tasting my own cum.
I wrap my hand around his steely cock, and it only takes a couple of strokes before his cum sprays between our bodies. He cries sharply against my mouth as I stroke him through it until he’s too sensitive and pushes my hand away.
“Okay, so frotting is good,” I say as he looks down into my eyes. “But blowjobs are also good.”
“And hand jobs,” he says playfully, leaning down to kiss me again. I hold onto the back of his neck, keeping him in place. I don’t want to put on clothes, and I don’t want him to leave.
“Stay with me tonight?” I ask softly.
His stunned gasp tells me he didn’t see that coming, but I’m not taking it back. “I, um . . .” I wait patiently. I don’t want to rush him. I’m sure I scared him last week when I mentioned him meeting Amber, but I want that.
I want everything with him. It’s strange because it wasn’t that long ago when I was mourning the loss of my marriage. Not being able to imagine even going out on a first date with anyone Shelly was trying to set me up with, and now . . . Now I’m thinking about forever.
Making plans. Thinking about him meeting my daughter.
But somehow, it doesn’t feel rushed to me. It just makes sense.
“What about Mavis and her kittens?” I don’t think it’s an excuse not to stay the night here. I think he’s actually worried because that’s how sweet Dakota is.
“I think they’ll be okay.” I kiss his nose. “We could go check on them real quick,” I offer, not at all ashamed by my desperation. I want him in my bed. I want to wake up with him in the morning.
“No,” he says, though still clearly thinking about it. “I think you’re right and they’ll be okay.”
“You sure?”
He nods his head, looking more accepting of his choice now. “Shower with me?”
I nearly knock him off me, trying to jump up to accept his offer. But thankfully, we both recover in time for me to drag him down the hall to my bedroom and the en suite bath.
Adding another thing to the list I want to do with Dakota sounds pretty damn good to me.