21. Dane #2
Warren reaches into his pocket for the trailer keys as I crowd up against his back. Laying open mouth kisses on his neck, I smell his tangerine scent and lick along his neck. “You always smell so delicious.”
“If you keep doing that, I’ll never get the key in the door.” Yet he tilts his head to give me more access.
Snaking my hand around his front, I close my hand over his and guide the key to the hole. “We’re a great team, even unlocking doors.”
He pushes me back with an elbow and a smirk so he can open the door. “I would have gotten it myself if you weren’t all over me.”
“Sorry, not sorry.” I laugh as I toss the stuffed rabbit to the side and reach for him.
“Hey! Don’t throw him aside like that.” Warren’s laughter as he fights out of my arms and sits the damn rabbit up at the table is infectious. “Poor Peter.”
“You’re naming it Peter?” I laugh.
“It’s the best I could do.”
“You’re not great at original names, I noticed.” He peels off his T-shirt, and I sort of forget what we were talking about. “Fuck, you’re hot.”
“Even when I can’t name a stuffed animal?” Warren steps closer with a grin, and I reach for him again. This time, he doesn’t brush me away.
“Even then,” I whisper as I kiss him and let my fingers dance across his naked skin.
He tugs at my shirt, and I put a little distance between us so he can pull it over my head.
Like every time we’ve been together, Warren’s touch on my flesh is the only thing on this planet that lets me forget my troubles and live in the moment.
His hands push me back into the door as his fingers fight with my zipper.
We’re all fumbling hands and frantic kisses as we race to get each other naked.
Warren laughs when my foot gets stuck in my pant leg, and I almost send us tumbling to the floor.
He laughs again when I steer him towards the bedroom and bounce us off the door frame.
A trail of clothes behind us, we now catch our breath on the bed. Warren has never looked happier. His eyes sparkle with a teasing humour, and he brushes his fingers through my hair.
“This is the best night I’ve had in a really long time, Dane. I had so much fun. I’m a grown man and wanted to preen that my boyfriend won me the biggest stuffed rabbit.”
“Boyfriend?” I murmur and lean closer to kiss him.
He glances between us at where his fingers trace a random pattern on my chest. “Um…maybe that’s not the right word, but I think you’re more than a partner to me, Dane. Maybe I’m being too optimistic, but we connect in more ways than in a rodeo ring.”
“No, you’re right about that. You’re under my skin, and some days you’re all I can think about.”
His hopeful gaze meets mine. “Really?”
With a sigh, I flop backwards and let Warren blanket himself over me. “Yes, really. Don’t let it go to your head.”
“Why not? Think I’ll get too confident and beat you in tie-down if it does?”
My lips twist into a smirk. “Not a chance. I own you in tie-down.”
“Do you now?”
“Hundred percent.”
Warren shifts slightly, bringing our cocks alongside each other. “Maybe I want you to own me somewhere else.”
His eyes. They get me all the time. So expressive and full of this warmth that I crave. I’ve never wanted approval from someone as much as I want it from him.
“What do you want me to do, Burke?”
His pupils disappear as he stretches forward, kissing me hard and wanting. “I want you to fuck me. God, it would be the perfect way to end a perfect night.”
“Jesus…uh, yeah. I mean, I don’t top often, but I’d do that for you. I’d do it whenever you ask.” I clamp my lips together before I spew more of what I’d do for him. Anything. I’m down so bad for Warren, I don’t think I could ever say no.
Warren groans before fumbling around on the little ledge next to the bed.
“God, I want that.” He places a small bottle of lube on my chest before rolling off me and spreading his legs.
It’s a sight that makes me wonder if this is finally my karma.
My good deed for suffering so long is Warren Burke offering his body to me for pleasure, like an erotic buffet.
“I don’t like much prep, but I love a good finger bang.”
His words make my dick leak, and I almost drop the bottle. “Fuck Warren. You’re a dirty little thing.”
His laugh is dark as he arches his body towards me. “I’m not afraid to ask for what I want. And I want you.”
Watching Warren squirm as I do what he asks is possibly the hottest thing I’ve ever witnessed.
Every hitch of his breath or satisfied moan fizzles my blood.
While I’ve focused on myself the few times we’ve been together, I’ve never allowed myself to enjoy Warren.
Or to lavish him with pleasure like he has done with me.
“God, you’re so amazing, Warren. Look at you,” I rasp while my fingers explore his chest. My head dips to taste a perky nipple, and Warren’s fingers thread into my hair.
“Kiss me.” He tugs at my hair, and I eagerly bring my lips to his. He pushes down on my fingers in his ass, his kisses turning sloppy as his dick leaks across his stomach.
“You want it, baby?”
“Dane, please,” he breathes, and I’m grateful he’s begging because it makes me seem less eager and more accommodating. He holds his leg up and watches me as I position myself. When I’m fully seated, he arches off the bed with a groan. “Holy fuck, Dane.”
We move together, the early frenzy of the night returning, and he eventually drops his leg to wrap them both around me and pull me down on top of him. It’s the most emotional, intense sex I’ve ever had.
“You’re so incredible, you know that, right?” Warren murmurs as I kiss him. I can’t stop kissing him.
I won’t acknowledge his declaration because I might say something stupid, and I refuse to be that guy who blurts out I love you post-nut or even worse…
in the heat of the moment. Instead, I kiss him fiercely and hope that’s enough to acknowledge his statement.
I’m incredible because he makes me feel like I can overcome anything.
His heels dig in, pushing me deeper and closer to an orgasm. Warren gasps against my lips as his body shakes under me. “Dane…Dane…” Warren gulps for air as my entire being unravels. “Come inside me.”
“Fuck.”
It feels like I’m drowning in space. I can’t breathe, and I can’t talk as I collapse against Warren’s cum-streaked body.
His fingers do that thing along my spine as he hums with contentment.
I didn’t think an orgasm could last this long.
When I finally stop twitching, I gently ease back and out of Warren.
“Hey, you okay?” Warren’s hand reaches up to cup my face. “You look a little pale all of a sudden.”
“I’m okay.” I’m not. “I think that just drained me. It’s been a long day, and that was quite a finish.”
“The best finish,” he slurs as his eyelids droop.
“I’ll get you something to clean up with.”
His sex-drunk smile draws a small laugh from me as I take the few steps to the bathroom. After turning on the warm water and finding a washcloth, I risk a glance at myself in the mirror.
Yep. That’s what I thought.
I’m madly in love with Warren Burke.
Too bad I’ll never tell him.