7 - Dan James
7
Dan James
The thought of hooking up with someone that Andy had hooked up before made my skin crawl and my jaw tighten. I was definitely not getting within ten feet of whoever he had already messed around with, and although I wanted to tell myself it was out of sheer pettiness, I was pretty sure it wasn’t the truth. Not the full of it anyway.
The truth was a messier, more complicated beast that I didn’t want to look at.
Especially after telling Andy that I might want to try something out with a guy.
Which was why I went to dance with Nina, the tall, smirking blonde with a wicked glint in her eyes that reminded me way too much of the guy I was trying to forget.
She was nice, as far as I could tell. Very forward, stared me up and down, making my skin itch with something that I hadn’t felt in a long time, a thrill–but my heart wasn’t in it.
And it wasn’t supposed to be. I wasn’t here for a relationship or anything of the sort, this was supposed to be an uncomplicated hookup, damn it.
But my dick wasn’t in it either.
Because every inch of me was all too aware of exactly where Andy was, even if I wanted to be irritated with him and his intimidation games. I was aware of every inch of air separating us, tension radiating between us like a physical thing even from all the way down here, a tension that had been building over the past couple of days, and if I was honest, the past few years since we’d known each other.
It felt like the upcoming dread of a delayed, avoided realization.
One that told me that secretly, I knew why I wasn’t interested in Nina when I should have been. When she was my type, gorgeous, and not looking for a relationship to boot.
The truth was–maybe I did know why Andy had always made me squirm. Made my stomach tighten. Made my chest fill up with fluttering wings, made me restless .
Maybe I was aware of why I’d had the urge to not tell him I wasn’t interested when he suggested I do something with a guy, when he’d clearly only been trying to rile me up.
Maybe there was a reason why my eyes kept treacherously traveling to his lips.
Maybe the tingling sensations that Andy had always awoken inside me hadn't only been hatred.
The way he looked at me always lit me up. It made me feel like I was about to burst out of my skin, like I could feel the phantom weight of fingers everywhere he looked, like I wanted to move, like I wanted to do something, like I wanted to reach out–
Like I wanted to take hold of him. Press my back to his front. Lean into his touch.
Like maybe, just maybe, I wanted his stupid mouth on my own.
What?
It seemed insane. Impossible. It made no sense.
And yet I couldn’t deny that all the while he had been talking to me about my potential hookups and what we might do, as much as at first I had imagined a woman, the vision had quickly shifted to show him instead of them.
Andy, on his knees, staring up at me like he wanted to eat me.
Andy, hands pushing me down, and helping me reciprocate.
The visuals were so vivid and had such a visceral reaction on me as I thought of it now, my dick became hard as a rock in my pants.
The reaction was both shocking and electrifying in its intensity.
It threatened to bring in a whole new crisis, a whole host of feelings that I didn’t think I was ready for.
I didn't know if Nina had noticed, or if she just wasn't much for foreplay, but quickly, she put a hand by her mouth and whispered in my ear that if I followed her into the bathroom—one that Andy had told me wasn’t being used by the public, only by the select few favored regulars—we could have a whole lot more fun than out here.
This was where I did it.
This was where I finally took this step. Where I became the new Dan, and not the one too hung up on his failings to be anything worthwhile.
Only I was hesitating.
I was thinking of pale blue eyes, their intense gaze, and the guy whose smirk always managed to rile me up. The outrageous player that always pushed my buttons, tried to intimidate me, tried to extinguish the space between us. My fucking nemesis.
Let it go.
I needed to. It was the only possible option. Contemplating this further made no sense, nothing that had anything to do with me and Andy doing anything made sense.
Because Andy and I were as different, as opposite, as wrong for each other as it could get.
And I wasn’t willing to put myself there.
So why, now that the idea had popped into my mind, couldn't I stop thinking about it?
Nina was everything I should want.
Before I had even thought of an answer for Nina, Andy was suddenly on us, his warmth and his scent warming my side and lighting me up at the same time as he tugged me away from Nina and told her, “Look for someone else for the night, this one's taken.”
What?
Nina, instead of looking offended, only raised an imperious eyebrow at Andy, her lips quirking up before she shrugged, winked in my direction, and said something about catching up with her later when I was done with him.
What the fuck was happening right now?
My heart raced behind my ribs.
I looked at Andy, who wasn't even looking at me when he said, “You're done for the night, we're leaving.”
The music changed, and it was so loud I could barely hear my own words over it.
“Are you kidding me right now?”
Andy probably heard me, but decided to ignore me as he stomped his way out of the dance floor.
“ Andy .”
He kept going.
Before I knew it, I had caught hold of his forearm and dragged him to the side to where he’d told me the special bathrooms were, and pushed him inside where the music finally eased and I could hear my own thoughts.
Andy was still not looking at me, his broad back in my full view, his shirt tight over his muscles, hair mussed from the humidity in the air and the fact that if there was a god out there, he liked seeing Andy look as good as fucking possible.
“I hope this is where you try to explain yourself,” I said, feeling a buzzing sensation within me, an energy that needed an out.
Andy turned toward me, expression hard. “I saw you didn't want to do it, and I intervened before you forced yourself to do something that you would regret later.”
My nostrils flared, feeling a flush come to my chest. “I can speak for myself just fine, I don't need you to watch over me.”
“Don't you? Isn't that what we're doing here, isn't that what you asked of me?” he asked, eating the distance between us until there were only a few inches separating us. He looked furious.“You wanted me to teach you, you wanted me to watch over you as you had a taste of the wild side and held your hand all through it, and guess what? I won't stand by and watch you do just anything while on my watch.”
I stared at him, heart racing. He smelled faintly of sweat, of his cologne, of his fabric softener, and the combination of it made me almost dizzy. He was so close, and while he might just be a few inches taller than me, it felt like he was towering, hiding the light, becoming everything that I could see in my world.
I swallowed, trying to form my words. “I didn't want you to hold my hand, and you were the one that suggested I do it, isn't this just a step? Isn't this what I'm supposed to do if I want to be a single man and not be cursed to go from relationship to relationship just because I don't know how to do anything else?” I said, the words spilling from my mouth before I could stop them.
Cursed to go from one to the next and inevitably failing on all of them.
Something flashed in his eyes. “Just because you don't want to be in a relationship doesn't mean you have to do something you don't want to do.”
My nostrils flared.
Andy felt impossibly close.
I didn’t want him to be thoughtful.
Images kept flashing in my mind of last Saturday, when my lips had been right against his, when my tongue had been almost on his mouth and the question had gone through my mind more than once about what would happen if I just pushed a little further, if I just wanted to blame the shots and did something crazy, even crazier than moving into his apartment, crazier than asking him to help me learn how to be single, crazier than the fantasies I’d started to have ever since that day.
Of Andy closing the distance between us and looming over me. Of him pushing me around, until his hands were on my hair, and–
Stop thinking about it.
“Who says I didn't want to do it?” I said, because right now I couldn't contemplate anything else. “What if I was just nervous because a beautiful woman was offering to suck my dick until I was dry of come?”
It might sound prudish, but I’d never actually spoken this way before, or at least, never so bluntly, with such rage, and least of all, to Andy. But being around him pushed me to be something different. Someone else. Pushed me to want to try to take myself to my limits, to explore where they were, to be the version of me that I always kept in the dark and never acknowledged.
He called to the animal in me.
And I didn't know if it was something good or not.
Andy's eyes darkened at my crude words, his chest rising and falling in quick shallow breaths that I followed with my eyes. “If you wanted it, why didn't you say so? Why let me ruin the moment for you?” He started walking me backward towards the stalls. His face was suddenly savage, a little unhinged, a little mean, and fuck if that didn't turn me on. “Why didn't you tell me to fuck off, Dan?”
“I wanted to know why you’d done it in the first place,” I said, lying through my teeth, breath short, then it hitched when my back hit the stalls.
Andy's smile was all evil now. “Right. It's not because you want something else, is it? It's not because you want someone else to do the deed?”
My heart stopped.
Because God, did I want that.
I wanted it more than anything.
I wanted it more than my next breath, more than air, more than water in a desert.
I wanted Andy so bad I ached with it.
My eyes fell to his lips, and this time, I didn’t look away. I stayed helplessly silent.
For a second, I felt Andy stop, like he was suddenly realizing what he was doing, what he was saying, that he was holding me with his body and his words against the door to the stall.
I could almost see that he was about to brush this off.
So instead, I did the craziest thing of all and took him by the shirt and slapped my lips against his.
For a long second, it was just me breathing against him, the softness of his mouth against my own, so tantalizing, so forbidden, insane, and good , I could barely comprehend it.
Then my mind started working again all of a sudden, and I pushed away, knowing that he hadn't been reacting, realizing just what I had done, not to mention that the last thing that I should have wanted was to have my lips against Andy's mouth.
There was a beat of awful silence in which we just stared at each other.
And then Andy took my head and pulled me towards his lips until we were kissing again.
And this time for real. Andy slammed his lips against mine, and all but devoured my mouth like it was his last meal on Earth, like he would die if he didn't taste me, if he didn't get his tongue deep enough, if he didn't taste every inch, and God, I kissed back just as fiercely.
Suddenly, we were all a flurry of hands trying to pull the other closer, grabbing hair, grabbing shoulders, grabbing arms, and somehow, Andy opened the door to the stall then slammed it closed when we were inside it.
He pushed me against the wall and kissed me like he was trying to fight me, like he was trying to devour me, and I had never in my whole life been kissed that way at all. I had never been kissed within an inch of my life, like I was the only person that mattered in the world, and now that I had felt it, I didn't know how I would survive without it.
But that was a thought for a later time.
Right now, all I could focus on was trying to get my hands all over Andy as fast as possible. I dragged them over every inch of his strong chest, of his abdomen, of his lower back, and fuck, I had never thought I would be doing this with a man, but touching Andy felt like the most right thing in the world. Every feeling of this different sensation, of man instead of woman, did nothing but light me up even more, it was addicting, I wanted more , I wanted to feel everything.
Andy himself was trying to maul me with his own hands, being more forward than me and going straight under my shirt so it could all be skin against skin. The feeling of his rough palms against me was such an unexpected turn-on, I was groaning into his mouth before I knew it. In fact, I was making noises that I had never even known I was capable of doing, and I was fucking grateful that my brain had a one-track mind right now and wasn't lingering on the details, because I would have probably died of embarrassment otherwise.
Andy broke the kiss for a second, his hands going towards my belt, starting to work it over while looking at me, searching into my eyes for any signs of denial, seeing if I would stop him, blond hair falling partially over his face, but I didn't, I wanted this badly, so I only pushed my hips forward so he would have an easier time unbuttoning my pants, which he did before shoving them down to my upper thigh.
The weight of his hand on my hardness was something I never knew I needed until right now. He was rough, used no sweet talk, no endearing words, only grabbed me, squeezed, dragged another groan out of me.
“I’m going to show you what a blowjob to die for is like, Dan James, so pay attention,” Andy said, before dropping to his knees and shoving my boxers down.
My stomach squirmed, my dick now in full display, hard, dark red and ready for relief, a bead of pre-cum already on the tip.
Nothing had ever turned me on more than making out with Andy Jacobs.
Though maybe it hadn’t been only that at all.
If I truly admitted it, we had been doing foreplay the entire night.
No, the entire week .
Me taking a lime out of his mouth had only been the beginning.
The way he looked up at me right now, eyes savage with desire, looking not even a little bit submissive, but rather, in full control of everything going on in this small space, would be engraved in my mind for the rest of my life.
I felt a hint of insecurity, being exposed while he was there, powerful and experienced, but it didn’t last long, it couldn’t, because with a wicked smile, he started mouthing over my length and all the thoughts left my mind. He didn’t go where I wanted him to, using his other hand to hold it towards his mouth and using his thumb to toy with the pre-cum at my tip.
Fuck.
He was going to be the death of me.
Andy kept doing that while my breath was ragged, my pulse going overdrive, the faint sound of the music on the other side of the wall only heightening the thrill of it all.
“Are you going to do something, Andy, or are you just going to torture me all night?” I asked, voice rough, almost trembling.
He was making me come undone and he hadn’t even done anything yet.
“You know what? I think I might,” he said, his own voice sounding very rough as well, full of need and hunger.
And knowing that he was as turned on by this as I was only made me even harder, made the knot in my stomach even tighter with want.
But, thanks to some merciful miracle, the torture stopped and a new one started.
Because he took one long tug of my cock, then put the head of it in his mouth, giving it a suck.
I had to fight the urge to instantly come at the sight.
He sucked on the tip, using his tongue to boot, then finally, finally he started dragging it further into the dark, hot, wet cavern that dreams were made of, then started sucking again.
Some distant part of me had always understood the appeal of Andy being a player, at least in my eyes, a no-strings-attached man who could show you a good time, who was experienced and grinned at you wickedly, but right now, I didn't understand why anyone gave in. Because, knowing that it would only happen once, then never again, how could anyone risk getting hooked on the sensation, this power that he held over me? How could anyone survive doing this and then going without?
I would have to find out, because now there was no way we were stopping.
Andy went from sucking, to licking, to using his tongue to drag it under my length, and I could only watch, lips parted, as I willed my knees not to buckle.
This was the hottest experience of my life, and it was just starting.
He took my cock out of his mouth again, sucking only at my tip, and I helplessly let out what I hoped was an annoyed groan and not a painful, desperate, needy one.
“Andy, I swear to God–”
“What? What do you swear?” he asked, his breath tickling the most sensitive part of me.
I wanted to kill him.
But I also wanted him to keep sucking and please, please give me the best orgasm of my life.
“Just suck me already, I said,” feeling overcome, finally reaching for his hair, his luscious, goddamn enviable hair that had been making me crazy since I first met him.
“Isn’t something missing in that?” he asked, looking more wicked and evil than ever.
He was going to pay for this. I was going to make sure he did.
But right now, I was at his mercy.
I bit my lip as he kept toying with the tip of his tongue with my slit. I couldn't contain the groan that that provoked.
“Please?”
“Please, what, Dan?”
“Please, Andy, will you suck my cock before I die here?” I said, throwing pride to the wind.
And then the most unexpected thing happened.
He actually showed mercy.
And he did it by sucking the entirety of my dick in his mouth in one go and sucking.
Fuck .
That couldn’t be normal. It shouldn’t be allowed to have a mouth that felt as good as this.
Andy did as he promised. He sucked the life out of my dick, using his tongue and just the most perfect hint of evil teeth as he gave me the best blowjob of my life.
I didn’t even know how I was holding myself up still, it probably had to do with the vice grip with which Andy was holding me, like he would murder anyone that so much as tried to interrupt us right now and take me away from him.
I was now his favorite toy and he was not sharing.
The fantasy was a nice one, even if not true at all, but for a moment, I just allowed it to linger, to fill my senses, to make me harder as I held his hair tighter and watched him work. He dominated me with his mouth as I was only along for the ride, hoping not to be swallowed by the deadly tsunami that he was.
He was a storm, a hurricane, every deadly weather event joined into one, and he was obliterating me.
All too soon, I started feeling the orgasm rise up inside me, forming at my core, tightening my balls, and as if he was a fucking mind reader, Andy reached for them right then and squeezed like he wanted me to faint or something.
The sounds that came out of me didn’t feel human.
His eyes didn’t look away from me even as he sucked harder, used his tongue more, used his teeth to the pinnacle of cruel perfection, and then, just like he’d said before, he reached with his fingers to my taint where he pressed and tore the most intense orgasm of my life out of me.
I didn’t even have time to warn him that I was coming when my balls seemed to go up to my body and a keening noise burst out of my lips, come spilling out of me, and because he was a psycho dead set on ruining me, he sucked and sucked and sucked until every drop and more was out.
Andy Jacobs had just ruined me forever, and my brain was too melted right now for me to even care about it.
My breaths were coming in heavy, my heart working overdrive when my hand started to loosen its death grip on his hair, and he finally got up, kissing me wildly, the faint taste of me still lingering on his tongue making my dick twitch stupidly as Andy grabbed onto my hair and all but tried to get me as close to him as physically possible. I reached for him and his dick, but Andy was already jerking himself off furiously between us before coming into his hand, groaning straight into my mouth.
I took all of it. I took his fevered kisses, the way his hand went up to my hair and pulled it tight, the way he was still dominating me, and the way my cock seemed to want to come back to life even after I’d just come.
My mind flooded with images of me getting on my knees for Andy, of him pushing me down and staring at me with those intense hungry eyes as he commanded me how he wanted it done.
Where the fuck did that come from?
I didn’t know–but Andy was still kissing me, languidly taking his time with my mouth, up until the point where there was a sound of something hitting the wall outside, making both of us freeze, which was when I became keenly aware of where we were, what we were doing, and what we’d just done.
I remembered that I was kissing Andy , not some stranger, not some woman.
My fucking nemesis .
And I wanted a lot more of those stupid kisses even if it was probably the worst idea in the world.
I could feel a freakout coming, one I didn’t want to have with an audience, but suddenly, Andy was tucking me into my boxers and opening up the stall door, saying, “I’ll be outside,” before I heard the bathroom door close.
And thus, I was left wondering how the fuck I was supposed to continue my life now that I knew what Andy’s full-blown attention tasted like.
Fuck .