“Can I tempt you with some lukewarm white wine and some half-melted cheese?” I say, and he explodes with laughter on top of me.
“You sure know how to treat a guy to a good time, Mike Tanner. Mind-blowingly epic make-out session, lukewarm white wine,andhalf-melted cheese. What’s not to like?”
“Shut up.” I dig my fingers into his sides, pinching him through his T-shirt. “It was fucking cold when we got here, butsomeonehad to go and distract me, ruining my plans.”
“Sorry,” he tries to look serious, but he cracks up right away. “I’ll try to be good next time.”
Next time. Next date, next kiss, next…something. An endless succession of moments with Dennis like this stretches before me, and something clicks into place, and I know that this is just the beginning. I want more with him. Everything. I want to know what he looks like naked and what he sounds like when he comes. I want to know how he tastes and feels in places I haven’t explored yet. I want it all. But we’re in no rush. No rush at all.
Chapter 18
Dennis
Ilieinbednaked, my arm tucked under my head, as the cool breeze filters in through my windows, ghosting my skin. It’s after the beach date with Mike, and I can’t stop thinking about it. Every time I close my eyes, I see him, feel him, smell him. The coarseness of his scruff still tingles on my skin. The scent of his shampoo filling my nose when his hair brushes against my face is imprinted in my memory. His lips, so full and swollen, glistening after our kiss. He looked fucking blissed out.
I lie there and relive every second of that moment. The kiss that was meant to be. The kiss I always wanted from him. It was the kiss to end all kisses. Dramatic? Probably. I don’t care. At that moment, he took away all my uncertainty and hurt.
Mike went into it without holding back. Sure, he kissed me in the bathroom the other day, but kissing me on the beach, my favorite spot in the world, with the person who was always meant to be mine… I’m in fucking heaven. I’m floating in the clouds, all my worries and stresses gone.
God, feeling his hard cock pressed against mine… my body shudders at the memory. He reallywasturned on because of me. It only solidified that he’s demi, and that it didn’t seem to matter one bit that I was a guy. And that makes him even more fucking special. That makes himallmine.
Not only am I still reeling from the fact Mike actually kissed me like I was the only one to exist in his world, but I’m still rock hard, too. I wanted to do so much more than devour his mouth, but I can’t rush this. Being with a man is completely new to Mike. I don’t want to scare him off, no matter how horny I get.
Speaking of horny…
I ache something fierce.
I sit up, reach into my nightstand drawer, pull out the small bottle of lube, and dribble some into my hand. I toss the closed bottle somewhere on the floor and fist my length. Shit, this is the first time since I’ve been back that I’ve been this desperate to come. My libido was shot until Mike kissed the hell out of me that day in the bathroom. It didn’t hurt that he acted all growly and protective as he cleaned my cuts. Seeing that side of him was such a turn-on.
Fuck, I need a release.
I move my hand lazily, grazing the tip with my palm. My eyes shutter closed, and Mike’s beautiful face takes over the darkness as I slip into a fantasy. Instead of straddling him on the beach, still wearing clothes, I straddle him in bed, naked. His sun-kissed skin is warm and smells like soap and the beach.
Our cocks rest heavily against one another, pulsing and moving, searching for friction. His fingers dig into my thighs, and his chest heaves with every deep breath. Mine does, too. ‘I want to see you come,’ he whispers, wide-eyed and focused solely on our dicks. ‘Come for me, Den. Show mewhat you like.’
Jesus… I have no lube in my imagination, so I spit into my hand and wrap it tightly around my length. Mike never takes his eyes off my hand and cock, watching my every move. His hands slide up my body, trailing featherlight touches over my arms. The electric currents make me break out in chills as I get lost in stroking myself. The faster my hand moves, the more he explores my body, as if touching me for the first time. I love his hands on me. It’s fucking addictive, and I never want him to stop touching me.
My thumb grazes the head of my dick, and I shiver. Mike shivers with me as if I’m stroking him, too. ‘You like that?’ His voice is breathy and with a deep rasp. ‘Yes,’ I say. I’d rather he touch my cock, but he’s not ready. But I also like him watching me as I put on a show just for him.
I’m pumping, twisting, grazing, over and over. I want to hurry and come because I want to make him come next. The thought of touching Mike’s cock sets my body aflame in the most delicious way.
‘I want to try,’ he tells me. ‘I need to be the one to do it.’
‘Fuck, yes. Touch me, Mike. Please touch me.’
As soon as he reaches for me and fists my shaft, I’m done for. The pressure is unreal as I let go. My orgasm surges through me, my release shooting all over him—all over my Mike.
I suck my bottom lip into my mouth to stifle the moan that escapes me, and I’m forced back to the present, hot stickiness coating my stomach, hand, chest, and pubes. My hand keeps moving until I have nothing left. When I grow soft, I lie there for a moment to catch my breath and calm my heart—a heavy blanket of numbness drapes over me.
I look down at my body. I’m a mess. My cum is everywhere.
I dig around in my nightstand again, pull out a packet of wipes, and yank out a couple to wipe myself off with. Once I’m clean, I toss them into the small wastebasket in my room and fall back into my bed.
My chaotic mind is at ease. My previous issues aren’t fixed, but for now, I’m being held together because of Mike.
I trace my lips with my fingers, still feeling the burn of Mike’s kiss. I never want this feeling to go away.
With a big, contented yawn and stretch, I curl on my side under the comforter and drift off to sleep.
