“Sorry, I’m sorry,” I gasp. I’m breathless with laughing, but it doesn’t mean I’m enjoying it.
He stops right away. “You don’t like being tickled?”
“I hate it. It’s my kryptonite,” I admit.
“Now I know, I’ll have to use it when you piss me off.”
I shake my head hard. “No way. Please. I really hate it.”
He brushes the back of his knuckles across my cheek and his eyes get soft. “Joking, idiot.” He takes a breath and just looks down at me for a moment. “You have such puppy dog eyes right now, you know that?” he says.
“Do I?” I have no idea what to say to that. It’s kinda embarrassing, but he makes it sound like a compliment.
“I used to think you were so sharp and spiky. I never saw this soft side before. At least, not for years.”
“Iamsharp and spiky,” I say.
He smiles, but he looks sad. “You’re not. You just didn’t trust me enough.”
I can’t deny that. But I want to kiss the sadness from his face, make him stop thinking about the past.
“I trust you now,” I whisper.
I pull him close and tease his lips with my tongue. He lets me in, and I kiss him deep and long until the mood shifts fromcontemplative to heated. He pulls back and nibbles at the back of my ear.
“Okay,” he breathes against my neck. “I believe you. Now, are you ready for me?”
Hell, yeah.
“I’m ready.”
I raise my ass for him, not caring how needy and begging the move seems. I wouldn’t have shown him so much desperation before, but it’s different now. He kisses the tops of my shoulders and down the curve of my back. Dips his head low and kisses the soft skin of my inner thighs, making my head spin. Never mind all his big talk about fucking me hard, he’s careful as he preps me, carding his other hand softly through my hair and kneading my prostate with lazy circular motions until I’m whimpering and moaning for him.
“Now,” I beg. “Please.”
“Not yet,” he says.
He dips his head underneath me and starts kissing inside my thighs, making my whole body quiver and go boneless. He runs his tongue behind my balls and strokes at my dick with his hand, but too slowly, just enough to keep me gagging. Basically, he’s being an asshole tease. I never saw this playful side before. We were always in too much of a rush, hooking up in changing rooms, places that were never our own. Always aware that we were in hiding. Now there’s plenty of time… and the asshole is exploiting it big time, bringing me close to the edge and them letting me fall away again, kissing me and taunting me until I can barely breathe.
“What do you want from me?” I moan, barely knowing what I’m saying. “I already saidplease.”
“I know you did, sweetheart,” he whispers.
The endearment drives me even wilder. He’s never called me anything like that before. The word vibrates with meaning: arousal but something deeper too.
“Dane, comeon…”
He flips me onto my back and gets on top, stroking my hair back from my face, smiling at my desperation. He kisses my lips, and at the same moment the tip of his cock finally,finallypresses at my hole, slick with lube. The burning sensation dies as he slowly eases deeper and waits, motionless, giving me time to open up for him. We stare at each other, hanging in a moment that stretches for a long time. Dane deep inside me, my arms around his neck.
“Ready then?” he says. There’s a hint of the old challenge there: the way he looks at me across the tennis court.
I grin back. “Go,” I whisper.
I tighten my arms around him and raise my hips, helping him chase the right angle until he’s hitting my spot. The first time sends my thoughts scrambling. I moan, bucking my hips, desperate for more of him. I hook my legs up, over his shoulders, as he drives deeper. He speeds up, nailing my prostate again and again until I see stars and I feel like every bone in my body dissolves into pure pleasure. I’m clawing at his back with my nails and he’s grunting with effort.
“Fuck, Dane, this is good,” I breathe. “Best ever.”
He moans an answer without words. He feels it too. The intensity is like nothing between us before. So much fiercer than when we hated each other. I need to kiss him, see him, so I unhook my legs from his shoulders and take his face in my hands. He starts stroking my dick and all the time he’s deep inside me, making me his. It’s way too much. I’m not going to be able to hold on much longer.
