Chapter 19
Chapter Nineteen
SKYE
It’s like all my dreams are coming true, and I don’t know how to handle it.
Except they’re not really. He doesn’t love you; he just wants to experiment. I push aside the insidious little voice that’s trying to ruin this moment. Daniel’s kissing me because he wants to, and that’s all that matters.
And oh my god, what a kiss. I may have started it, but he’s in control now.
One arm is wrapped around me like an iron band, holding me pressed against him from chest to knees, and the other hand is on the back of my head, fingers tangled in my hair, directing our kiss.
Who knew easygoing Daniel could be so take-charge?
It’s hot, and I love it. He can probably feel just how much I love it pressed against his leg.
At first I try to ease back a little, give him some space—kissing is one thing, but he might not be ready for a hard cock just yet—but he doesn’t lessen his hold on me, and I figure that means he’s fine with it.
I let myself get lost in hot, wet kisses, the occasional gasps for air when we break apart just long enough to breathe, the sensation of Daniel’s body against mine, the pressure of his dick against my hip. I could do this all night.
All weekend.
Forever.
Eventually, though, he pulls back and puts some space between us. Not much—his arm is still around me—but he lets go of my head and gives me about an inch of breathing room.
I take an extra-deep breath, and my chest brushes against his.
“That,” he starts, breathing heavily, “that was…” He shakes his head.
I say nothing, just give him space to process. Our bodies are still close enough for me to feel how much he liked it.
Finally, he exhales shakily and drops his head to lean his forehead against mine. “Thank you.”
My smile is involuntary. I don’t think I’ve ever been thanked for a kiss before, not even one as good as that. I’m not sure what devil goads me to do it, but before I can stop myself, I say, “My pleasure. And if you wanted to try anything else, I can help with that too.”
We both freeze.
Dan lifts his head and swallows hard, his dark eyes searching mine. I bite my lip. Should I take it back? Say “ha ha, gotcha”? I should say something, anything, but whatever words I have feel stuck in my throat.
“Do you mean that?” he whispers.
“No pressure,” I say quickly, my heart going so fast, I’m worried it might burst out of my chest. “But we’re friends, right? So if you want to try stuff in a safe space, I c-can be that.”
“Yes,” he says, so fast that I blink. I was sure he’d need a second to think about it, but I guess I underestimated the power of sex. “If you’re sure you don’t mind?”
I manage to hold in my laugh. Mind? Holy crap, this is all my fantasies come to life. Use me as your training course, Daniel! “I don’t mind,” I assure him, sounding almost normal.
He bends his head for another kiss, and I meet him eagerly. He really knows how to kiss, and he doesn’t seem daunted or uncertain about kissing a man for the first time. I should have known, though—when Daniel decides to do something, he does it enthusiastically.
He’s also got moves, which I don’t fully appreciate until I feel the end of the bed against the back of my knees. Smooth, Dan.
We break apart, and I scramble onto the mattress and up to the pillows, yanking off my pj’s along the way. When I look up, he’s got his boots and tee off and is watching me, hands on the waistband of his jeans, eyes burning hot.
I lie back and wrap my hand around my cock, and his breath audibly hitches. “We can stop anytime,” I tell him softly, stroking myself. “All you have to do is say the word. Or we can slow down if you need time.”
He shoves his jeans and underwear down, kicks them aside, then joins me on the bed, his big, warm body covering mine as he devours my mouth. Guess he doesn’t want to stop, then.
I open my legs and bend my knees, cradling him between them.
Our hard cocks rub against each other, and Daniel’s moan vibrates through my mouth.
So fucking sexy. He breaks our kiss but doesn’t pull back, panting lightly against my lips.
It should be weird having his eyes stare into mine from so close, but it’s not. It’s just intimate. A connection.
“What do you want?” I murmur, and his eyelashes sweep down to screen his gaze for a split-second before it’s burning into mine again.
“You.”
I wrap my legs around him, crossing my ankles and resting my heels against his rock-solid ass. It presses us even tighter together. “That’s a given. Do we need to talk about gay sex?”
His cheeks go pink and he looks away. “I might need some help with the details, but I think I get the basics. I, uh, was watching some porn before.”
That’s way hotter than it should be. “Oh yeah? See anything you liked?” Fuck, fuck, fuck…
I don’t have any supplies with me. I didn’t think I’d need condoms and lube when I packed.
My shea butter hand cream could probably double as lube, and I’m on PrEP…
but I have no idea whether Daniel gets tested regularly.
Maybe Josh can lend us some condoms.
“I saw a lot I liked,” Dan says with raw honesty that recaptures my attention immediately.
His hands cup my shoulders and slide slowly down my arms, the scars and callouses on his hands rasping against my skin and raising goose bumps in their wake.
“There was this one thing where they… I want to say they dry humped, but it wasn’t dry when they were done. ”
A smile curls my lips. “Frotting?”
“Is that what it’s called?”
I undulate my hips slightly, letting my dick slide against his, and his breath catches, eyes drifting closed. “Like that?”
“Yeah.” He swallows. “Just like that.” Opening his eyes, he asks, “Is that okay?”
“Fuck, yeah,” I assure him. I love it, and it’s also a great way for him to experience gay sex for the first time.
Less pressure (no pun intended), but no way to avoid the fact that there’s another cock involved.
“Just let me…” I wriggle a little, and he rises onto his elbows, giving me space to reach for the nightstand.
My hand cream is right there, next to my phone.
Daniel’s lips skim along the curve where my neck meets my shoulder, and then I feel the edge of his teeth and shudder.
“Okay?” he asks.
“Don’t you dare stop.” My voice is a little hoarse, and I clear my throat as I turn back to him, tube of cream in hand.
He eyes it. “I wasn’t planning to. What’s that for?”
“To prevent friction burns. Trust me.”
It’s his turn to smile before he lowers his head to nip at my neck again. “I’m in your hands.”
His mouth exploring my skin is so distracting that I fumble the tube twice, but finally it’s open and I’m nudging him to move as I squeeze the thick, awesome-smelling lotion into my hand.
He props himself back onto his elbows, and my body cries out at the loss of his weight and warmth.
I could happily spend the rest of my life being crushed into the mattress by Daniel.
Then I look down between us at our cocks, both lightly weeping precum, nestled against each other, and figure we can cuddle later.
“God, that’s hot,” he says, and I glance at his face to see him staring at our dicks. His shifts against mine, and I let out a shaky breath.
“It only gets better from here,” I promise, reaching down to take hold of us both and smear the cream down our lengths. Daniel shudders as I tighten my grip, his hips surging, fucking into my hand.
“Good?”
The sound that’s torn from his throat encourages me to give a few more strokes, then I let go and pull him down on me once more.
It’s all the prompting he needs to start thrusting, and I plant my feet flat on the mattress and match his every movement. His breathing speeds up, and his mouth latches onto my chest, sucking at the flesh above my nipple and making my whole body tingle, from the soles of my feet on up.
Sweat breaks out on my skin as he picks up the pace, rocking into me so hard, I’m inching up the bed, his cock sliding along mine and into the crease of my thigh, then back, again, and again, and—
“Daniel!” I gasp in warning, and he lifts his head and grins at me, panting.
“Skye.”
The world whites out.
When I can see again, Daniel is kissing along the line of my shoulder, and there’s a wet, sticky mess cooling between us.
“Did you—?” I croak, and he hums.
“Yep. Hey, Skye?” He doesn’t look at me, just grazes his teeth over my skin.
“Yeah?”
“I’m definitely bisexual.”
The tiny little fear festering deep in my chest vanishes. I lift my hand and bury my fingers in his thick dark hair, guiding his head to the sensitive spot above my collarbone. “That’s good to hear.”
Wow. Could I have said anything more ridiculous?
He chuckles and raises his head to meet my gaze. “Does that mean you’re willing to do it again?”
All the love I feel for him swells inside me as he smiles down at me. “Absolutely. How do you feel about shower sex?”