Dare gently shoved me back under the water, rinsing off the soap until I was clean and smelling vaguely of my favorite scent—his. He always loved sandalwood soap, and while it fit him, it smelled weird on my skin because I wasn’t used to it being on me. I used a lavender shower gel instead.
He pressed his hand against my chest, and I stilled as he found my left nipple, fingers squeezing the nub. A zap of pleasure shot through me, landing straight in my balls. I shivered as he bent forward and took the right nipple between his lips, sucking on it, teeth tugging.
He touched my hips and my eyes closed as I leaned back against the wall behind me. Between his fingers on my skin and his teeth at my nipple, passion and lust overtook me, stealing my breath and any sane thoughts. Instead, I focused on the way he treated me like I was made of glass, gentle yet unrelenting. He wanted to taste and tease me, but he also wanted to take care of me.
His obsession with my nipples was strange but not unwelcome. I’d never had a man suck on them like he was, and the pleasure that came from it felt surprisinglygood. Sparks of need shot from my chest to my balls, and if I hadn’t come so hard about ten minutes ago, I might’ve grown fully hard again. I was tired, but that didn’t stop my cock from trying to rise.
I ran a hand over his head, and he groaned, his teeth attached to my left nub now.
“Do you like them?” I whispered, curious.
He flicked his tongue out for one last taste before he straightened, cupping my cheeks with his big hands. His expression softened and he leaned in for a light kiss. “I love them.” As if he couldn’t stop looking, his eyes dropped to stare at my sore and swollen nipples. “I love seeing them like this.”
I laughed gently. “Since when have you been a nipple man?”
He shrugged, his cheeks flushing red. “I don’t know. I like yours.”
I grinned, unable to stop the spark of pride that fired up inside me, knowing that I’d interested him in such a sexual way. Dare couldn’t be straight. No, he’d done too much with me already, and we hadn’t had sex yet. “You can suck on mine whenever you want.” I ran my palm up his chest, unable to resist feeling his skin beneath mine. A wicked thought entered my head. “But don’t drink all the milk. I need some for the baby.”
Dare startled, eyes widening.
I held my breath. Maybe that was jumping into the roleplay too quickly. Dare was new to this.
His mouth stretching into a smile had me sighing in relief. “I’ll try not to.”
We both laughed gently and the air around us felthappy. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d been this carefree. Even though I didn’t know how Dare would react most of the time, it was starting to sink in that he’d never hurt me. In my life, he was one of the few who never upset me.
We finished up our shower, and he grabbed one of the massive towels he loved to use, opening it up for me. Cocking my head in surprise, I stepped into it, and he wrapped it around me. It was big enough to act like a blanket. He hugged me from behind, and I laughed, joy and excitement making my chest light.
I angled my chin up, and he kissed me on the lips, a gentle but demanding press of his mouth that had me sighing in satisfaction. “What are you doing this weekend?”
He snatched a towel from the cupboard and dried himself off. “Nothing. Why? Are we going on a date?”
My eyes widened at how laid-back he sounded saying “date,” like it wasn’t a big deal. Maybe it wasn’t, but it was to me. Date. As in, I was actuallydatingDare. I expected this from my dreams, not reality. “Um, sure? I agreed to go to a kickball game. Nicky’s team is playing, and the captain of the team, Brad, asked me if I wanted to join. I said I didn’t know, and he told me to come catch a game.”
His eyebrows furrowed as he tied the towel around his waist. “Isn’t that the same team that has that Wayne guy?” The irritation in his voice had my toes curling in excitement. I’d never had a possessive man, and there was something thrilling about knowing he wanted to keep me all to himself.
“Are you jealous?” I bit my lower lip and backed out of the bathroom, clutching the towel at my hip. He followed me down the hallway and to my room, where I grabbed some clothes from my dresser and dropped the towel. I rustled around in my closet for one of my suits, laid it out on the bed, and then I grabbed a light indigo dress shirt I loved. I slipped on a white undershirt. Everything was fine until I dragged on the outer shirt. My nipples stung as I did up the buttons and the cloth pulled across my chest. He watched me, arms crossed as he leaned against the doorframe.
“Should I be?” he finally asked, watching intently as I slid on some boxers, then pants.
It almost felt like I was putting on a show for him, and my heart raced. I took a few deep breaths to calm myself. There was no use getting a hard-on right now because we had to get to work. We’d never been late.
“No.” I walked over to him once I had my belt in my pants’ loops and wrapped my arms around his neck, dragging him closer. “Wayne’s a friend. He convinced me to tell you my feelings.”
His expression softened. “Then, yes, I’d love to go to the game with you.”
I chuckled and shook my head. “You’re silly.”
“Are you going to join the team? You were good at soccer in high school.”
I snorted. I wouldn’t say I wasgood, but Dare always thought I was better than what I was. It was as though he saw me through rose-colored glasses. While I’d always appreciated his support, he didn’tseemy true weaknesses. “I might. Want to join with me? It’s an LGTBQ team, and I guess… you’re bi, right?”
His lips quirked in thought and he smiled. “Yeah, I guess I am. Does Q stand for questioning?”
“Not usually. It’s queer.” I smoothed my hand down his face, my stomach warming. “But you’re with me now, right? We’re together? That means you’re not straight.” My voice shook and I hated how nervous I sounded.
He wrapped his arms around my waist. His body heat soothed my anxieties. “Yeah, we’re together.”
