14 - Andy Jacobs
14
Andy Jacobs
Getting to fuck Dan James hadn’t only lived up to my fantasies–it had been much better. Seeing him come undone beneath me, crying out my name, looking at me with such unsheltered need in his eyes had shattered what was remaining of my control, and I’d just thrown away all pretenses out the window, all the lies that this was just something convenient and not a necessity, and I’d thrown everything I had to offer him into it, fucking him like my life depended on it, kissing him senseless like I would die if I didn’t.
And in that moment, it had felt like that.
A matter of survival. Raw need.
I’d given him everything and he’d given me everything back.
Something had changed when he’d called out my name, something had cracked in my chest, and there had been no going back.
Now it was the morning after and we were here, in his bed, side by side after a night of little sleeping and a whole lot of fucking, and I couldn’t help but look at him now that I had a chance without him catching me. My early bird inner clock had woken me up early, and even if it was slightly later than my usual, Dan, who didn’t get up at the crack of dawn every single day, was still sleeping, at the mercy of my wandering eyes.
We hadn’t closed the blinds and now soft early morning light was streaming through the curtains, illuminating the space. Dan was sleeping on his side, facing me, his arm stretched in my direction the way mine had been earlier, and his face looked so fucking peaceful, I was tempted to get my phone out to immortalize it. I didn’t think I’d ever seen such a relaxed Dan James ever since I’d first met him, and now that I had, I never wanted to forget it. The small lines in his forehead had softened, making him look more like the twenty-four-year-old that he was and not like a grump that wanted to rock my world every chance he got. I helplessly reached out to brush my fingers over the side of his face, pushing back some strands of dark hair the way I had last night, pulled by some internal force, an internal need that compelled me to.
Dan James was dangerous to me, and if I was being honest, he had been ever since I’d met him.
I’d known right then and there that I would give up a lot to just get a taste of those lips, to feel his skin against mine, and now that it had happened, I didn’t know what to do.
I wasn’t a relationship guy–not even if it was just friends with benefits. I wasn’t the type of person anyone would ever consider for a boyfriend, and Dan sure as fuck wouldn’t look at me that way. The only thing he wanted was to have a life and learn to be single, to enjoy his freedom before he inevitably went back to the way the universe wanted things to be and he ended up with another girlfriend, one that would be good to him, one that he would marry and have children with.
Maybe it would be a boyfriend, but it didn’t matter. He would end up doing just the same.
I hadn't needed Miriam to tell me that Dan was a catch for me to know it, but her words kept repeating in my mind because this felt like borrowed time, and instead of bracing myself for the inevitable end with some emotional distance, all I wanted to do was to grab Dan with my greedy fingers, pull him hard against me and refuse to open my eyes against reality.
This– whatever this was, wasn't something that could last, but now that I had slept an entire night beside Dan, now that I had looked into his eyes and seen the vulnerable heart beneath all the grump, I refused to let go of it yet. I just wanted one more taste. One more touch.
Dan’s lashes started fluttering, and soon, his eyes were meeting mine.
He blinked, probably trying to banish the blurriness from his eyes, then he groaned. “What are you doing?”
My lips twitched. “Isn’t it obvious? I’m watching you,” I said, refusing to look away, brushing my thumb against his jaw, which was slightly rough with growing stubble. He usually shaved it every morning, and although I liked a clean-shaven Dan, this unguarded vision of him was quite something too.
Dan groaned. The warmth between us in the bed was making my thoughts foggy, less rational, more hungry, and before I knew it, I was pushing Dan onto his back and climbing on top of him.
Dan’s lips twitched even if he tried to hide it. “You’re a horndog, you know that?” he said, even as my favorite part of him, which was already half-hard as I exposed it to the coolness of the room, slowly became harder under my weight.
My own smile grew, something tugging inside my chest at the sight of his barely restrained grin. “You’re a horndog too, or did you forget last night already?”
He had begged me time and time again for my dick, pushing himself onto it, rubbing it whenever we woke from the shallow sleep we got into before making me ready to go again.
We were insatiable when it came to each other, and I proved it again as I lifted his legs so they would be on each side of my hips and I could rub myself against him.
“Soreness?” I asked, watching him for every little reaction that he might try to hide from me.
Well, I was watching for lies , but I was also more than a little addicted to catching every twitch of his expression, every glimpse of emotion, every insight into what he might be thinking. I was greedy when it came to Dan, for him, for his body, for his mind, for his thoughts. I wanted everything.
Dan's breath hitched, his legs tightening around my hips as he started pushing against me. “I'm not sore.”
“Liar,” I breathed against his ear, biting his neck in retribution. “I won't fuck you again if you lie to me,” I said, voice stern and commanding, the way that I was already learning that Dan loved as much as he wanted to pretend he didn't.
The fact that he was wanton like this, open, needy, hungry for me and not bothering to hide it did something to me. Never in a hundred years would I have imagined I could have him like this, that Dan would show any side of him to me other than the annoyed brick wall he seemed to turn into the second I talked to him for the first time.
But present-time-Dan groaned, his hand going straight to my ass, trying to push me harder against him before I stopped and he let out a small whine that I just knew would play in my mind for the whole day. “I'm a little sore, okay? But not enough not to go again.”
I was just getting to know that Dan was a hungry beast, and the thought that was haunting me lately, that someone would benefit from this after me, came to the forefront of my mind. That someone, like his ex, had had this and had thrown that away.
I started grinding again, this time harder as I pressed my body against him. “Then I'm not fucking you.”
“Andy–” Dan said, using his other hand to pull my neck toward him, our lips a breath away. “I told you not to coddle me”.
“And I told you it was my way or the highway,” I said, grinding harder but slower against him, making shivers go all the way through him, making desire coil tighter in my gut. I wanted to grab him so hard until he was pressed against me and the thoughts of anyone ever having him disappeared from my mind altogether. “I'm not going to hurt you just because you're desperate for dick, you can wait a few days like a good boy.”
Dan groaned, trying to get me to go faster, but I put a hand on his hip, keeping him in place. “Days? You're not serious.”
“I'm very serious, sweetheart,” I said, kissing his neck instead of his lips, as if that would make my chest feel less warm and fluttery than it already felt. The nickname rolled out of my lips like it was the most natural thing in the world, when it wasn't. I wasn't a nickname man, but with Dan it felt just right. It felt perfect. I wanted to say it again and again, especially because it made Dan's breath hitch, letting me see that I wasn't the only one in deep waters here.
We were in over our heads, but none of us wanted to stop.
“Are you this nice with all your hookups?” he asked, voice suddenly tighter.
My stomach also tightened in discomfort, even as my chest fluttered in delight, knowing that he was jealous.
Feeling Dan getting jealous over me shouldn’t have felt nearly this good, but who was going to stop me?
I just wanted more of it.
“You’re my sex toy, aren’t you? I need to take care of you,” I said, and again, I felt Dan’s breath hitch in response–even my heart stuttered with the admission.
Why did I want to take care of him so bad?
And why did he look like he hated it but he wanted it even more?
He tried to get my cock to go lower, closer to his entrance, but again, I stopped him with a grin, and Dan kept staring at it, probably torn between biting me and kissing me, just the way I was with him.
Suddenly, because I just couldn’t not say it, I admitted, “You don’t have anything to worry about when it comes to Miriam.”
We both stopped.
Dan stared at me, a little uncertain, and I knew I shouldn’t have been saying this, that it would be best if I let this be between us, if I didn’t expose myself more than I needed to.
But I still did.
Because the truth was, Dan had nothing to worry about when it came to anyone .
And that truth was almost too much to bear.
Dan started trying to grind against me again, and I let him.
“Is this where I should talk about Vincent?” he asked, accepting my statement and trying to make light of it.
I groaned. “I told you not to mention his name again.”
Grinding faster, Dan held onto me tighter, a grin stretching his lips. The most gorgeous grin I’d ever seen in my life.
He stayed quiet for a beat and we had to linger in the memories of me all but trying to mark Dan and own him last night, something I didn’t want to talk about, but that hung unsaid between us all the same.
It was insane. Too much. Not real.
“He-who-shall-not-be-named won’t be one of my conquests, is all,” Dan said, getting a little more serious, more vulnerable.
“Why?” I asked, muscles coiled with tension.
I needed him not to say it. Not to feed into these stupid ideas.
I wanted him to say it.
“I’m more than entertained by a certain annoying gym owner I live with.”
My hips hitched. Dan bit back a moan.
I leaned into him so our foreheads were almost touching. “Remember who owns you.”
Dan’s eyes flashed even when he blushed and looked down, not meeting my eyes.“You’re such an ass.”
“And you love it,” I said, nibbling on his jaw.
I’d officially gone insane. Completely unhinged.
And there was nothing that could stop me, just like I couldn’t stop the upcoming fireworks.
“ Andy ,” Dan gasped, so fucking close.
Then I kissed him as he reached his peak and I pushed with hard, short thrusts against him until I reached mine.
Until there were no thoughts in my mind at all.
It was just him and me.
This is going to crash.