I would have been content with making out, but he moved his hand between us and cupped my straining cock, stroking it withthe heel of his hand. The sensation racked my body with desire and I moaned quietly into the kiss.
Dakota pulled back a bit, just enough to meet my gaze. “I’d like to return the favor,” he murmured. “If you’re okay with that.”
I laughed weakly and nodded. I wanted to reply with something glib, but I couldn’t manage words at all.
“Is that a yes?” he prompted, giving my cock a firm squeeze.
I groaned and my breath stuttered. “Absolutely yes.”
With a cocky smile, Dakota put a hand on my chest and pushed me back until I tumbled against the couch, lying flat. He grabbed my thighs and tugged me close before making quick work of my shorts, yanking them down completely and tossing them to the side. It took him no time at all to position himself between my thighs and begin to stroke my cock, teasing me with his tongue, licking and sucking the crown.
He moved his mouth lower, leaving open-mouthed kisses along the shaft until he reached my balls and took them into his mouth one at a time, sucking gently and causing me to squirm with pleasure. Burning with need, I silently begged for more. I wanted his mouth to completely engulf me, for him to swallow me down his throat the way I’d done for him.
Instead, he took his time. He teased my shaft with his lips and tongue, stroked my balls with his fingers, and nipped at my thighs just hard enough to sting, amping up my desire. By the time he moved his mouth back to the crown of my cock, I was a mess, groaning and writhing and begging for more.
My entire body ached, desperate and needy, and when he finally took me into his mouth fully, I nearly came on the spot. I let out a sharp hiss and gripped the couch cushion hard, forcing myself to hold back. It wasn’t much use, though—Dakota sucked me hard and fast, deep into his throat, moaning and humming as he worked me, one hand continuing to stroke my balls. The sensations were overwhelming, the vibrations on my shaft, thehot, wet intensity of his mouth, the gentle tugs he was giving my balls.
It didn’t take long before I lost control, crying out as I came in his mouth. Just as I’d done for him, Dakota worked me through the aftershocks, sucking and swallowing until I couldn’t take it any longer, before he pulled away and sat back at the other end of the couch.
“How’d I do?”
I laughed in surprise. “I think you can guess.”
He shrugged a little and gave me a wry smile. “Good to know. I love a satisfied customer.”
“Well, mission accomplished.” After another moment, Dakota shivered as if he’d caught a chill. I sighed softly, the cold catching back up to me. “Yeah, I guess we’d better turn the generator on. Maybe we can cook something.”
Dakota nodded and opened his mouth to speak, but before he could say anything else, the heating unit rumbled to life. We looked at each other for a quiet moment. Finally, he did speak. “Power’s back.”
A heavy sadness settled on my chest. “Sure is.”
He sighed and stood. “Guess I’d better get back home then.”
“You’re welcome to stay for a while. You could even spend the night. If you wanted.”
He hesitated. “I wouldn’t want to overstay.”
“Not possible.”
A grin broke out over his face. “In that case, what are we making for dinner?”
Chapter 11
Dakota
AfewdaysintoDecember, with the snow almost entirely melted, I checked my mail and found a holly green flyer tucked into the flag of my mailbox announcing the Pinehaven neighborhood cookie exchange. The minute Colin pulled into the driveway, finally home from what I assumed was a long day of grant writing, I walked next door to ask him for more info.
I had barely knocked when he swung the door open, a wide smile on his face. “Just couldn’t stand being away from me?”
I laughed and waggled my eyebrows. “You know it. But that’s not why I’m here. I actually wanted to ask you about this.” I held up the green paper as I stepped inside his house and closed the door behind me. “This flyer says something about a cookie exchange?”
He chuckled and nodded. “We do it every year. Pinehaven is averyneighborly neighborhood. And speaking of being neighborly…” He grabbed the front of my shirt and pulled me close for a kiss. I sighed softly, relaxing into it, soaking up the warmth that came from being around him.
When we parted, I gave him a little laugh. “I can see.Veryneighborly. But tell me more about the cookie exchange?”
Another laugh from Colin. “Mrs. Harris across the cul-de-sac coordinates it. We’ll all go to her house with two dozen cookies, two varieties. Everyone gets a half dozen of four kinds to take home. Not everyone gets to try everything, of course—that would be alotof baking—but you come home with as many cookies as you brought. You’re not required to go, obviously, but most of the neighbors do.”
I nodded, a thought brewing. “I’ll have Caroline that week. Would it be okay if I brought her?”
