“Bullshit. I was in total control the whole time.”
“If you say so.”
His voice drops to a low hum. His thumb trails my jawline. My eyes close and answering him back suddenly seems like a low priority.
“I’m going to kiss you now,” he says. “If that’s okay.”
“It’s okay,” I say, my breath quickening.
“I mean, we don’t have to do anything just because I invited you on this trip,” he says, and my eyes snap open. He’s overthinkingagain. Who knew a sporty knucklehead would have such a mass of tortured thoughts all the time.
“I know we don’t have to,” I say. “Iwantto.”
His eyes stay on my face, looking thoughtful. “I invited you here to give us space to breathe, to think about the two of us away from everyone else.”
“Dane.”
“What?” he says.
“You worry about what everyone else thinkswaytoo much.”
He gives a rueful grin. He looks so handsome as his gaze drops shyly. The mannerism is so at odds with his powerful body, which is shown up to full naked advantage stretched out on the bed. He looks like a Greek god with confidence issues. Which is apparently my type, considering the heat rushing my body.
“Yeah. Maybe,” he says.
“You need to stop worrying about what everyone else thinks and start worrying about what you think.” I lift his chin with my fingers. “And more importantly, start worrying whatIthink.”
“I can do that.” He goes to his backpack and grabs a small bag. Now what’s he up to? As he opens it, small red petals spill out. He’s broughtrose petalswith him. Dane, of all people. He strews them all over the bed with a ridiculously happy look all over his face.
“I always wanted to do this like this,” he says.
“Like what?”
He looks at me, and the expression in his eyes melts me right down to nothing. “In a proper bed, all romantic and shit-I mean, andstuff.”
“It’s very romantic and shit,” I agree.
He trails kisses all the way down my torso, over my stomach, and then his kisses reach my dick and I’m forgetting everything. He licks all the way up the shaft in one lazy motion. I bite my lip, head flying back. Dane looks up, and whatever he sees on my face sends fire rushing into his eyes. He dips his head again and engulfs me. He bobs his head up and down and I tangle my fingers in his hair, gently showing him the right rhythm. My breath shortens, too fast. I don’t want to come yet. I want to make this last. I scooch down and try to return the favor.
“Nope. You’re going to come first,” he murmurs, not even bothering to take his lips off my dick.
“Why do you have to be so competitive?” I complain.
He finally takes my dick out of his mouth, looking surprised at the question. “Because it’s who I am.”
“But I thought we were past all that.” My voice is low and cajoling. I run my tongue up the underside of his dick and he shudders all over. “I thought we were on the same team now.”
He shivers, putty in my hands. “We are,” he says. “Wedefinitelyare.”
And just like that, I get my way. He lets me suck him off, taking his hard length deeper and deeper, lapping at his wet slit. His chest shudders as I tease behind his balls with my fingers. I creep farther back, teasing his perineum, and then ever so slowly circle his hole. He stiffens and his breath catches and he makes a very eager whimpering sound. I know how he sounds pretty well by now. But this time his moans are softer and more loving than usual, like he doesn’t have to pretend to be my enemy anymore. He can surrender and admit to just how much pleasure I’m giving him. I keep bobbing my head as I keep teasing at his hole without entering. I roll his balls around in my fingers, drawing weird throaty noises from him.
“Okay there?” I say.
“Mmmm. Yes.”
He likes that, so I give him more, then start to lick and suck at his balls. We’re going way slower than usual, without the ferocious almost-fighting vibe that we usually have. I’m loving the soft whimpering sounds I’m drawing from him. Love savoring every inch of him, reading his body’s signals and lazily giving him pleasure instead of our usual angry race to get off. I suck him harder, his rigid shaft filling my mouth, turning me on until my erection rivals his. I dig at his tight thigh muscles with my fingers, my dark-painted nails contrasting with his pale skin. He gasps, his fingers tightening in my hair.
“Shit, Alex, I’m gonna—”
