The lines on his face softened as he smiled, and it knocked the breath out of me. Dare wasn’t like my exes. He wasn’t handsome in the typicalholy fuck you could be a modelway, but he was gorgeous to me. Sparkling eyes that promised to keep me safe, full lips, dimples at the sides of his mouth, long lashes, and one lonesome freckle on the right side of his nose. He didn’t need airbrushed looks to be perfect to me.
He slammed his mouth over mine, and I moaned, tilting my chin back a little more and cuddling against him. His hard dick poked my hip bone as he wrapped his arms around me, dragging me as close as he could get me. His warmth surrounded me, and I’d never felt so safe or wanted in my life. Dare was my security blanket. His mouth devoured mine and I felt his need in every way, but I could feel so much more, like that he still wasn’t ready for anything more than blow jobs, and I was okay with that. I couldn’t imagine what it was like to think I was straight my entire life, only to have a realization that maybe I wasn’t, and that I wanted to do things with my best friend. The entire situation would be scary. I’d go as slow as he wanted.
I tasted his tongue in my mouth and moaned in appreciation, sliding my hands down his wet back and hauling him closer, which wasn’t easy because he was a much bigger man than me. He pressed me backward, and I went, slamming against the tiled shower wall. The coolness against my back and ass was startling, but not completely horrible, especially when he crowded in tighter, his cock digging into my skin like it wanted to impale me.
I slid my hand down to his poor, abandoned erection and curled my fingers around him, tugging gently. He groaned, breaking the kiss to lean his forehead against mine while panting.
“Fuck, that feels good.”
“It does, huh?” Heat spread across my cheeks and down my neck as excitement rushed me. My balls ached and my cock throbbed, jerking up to try to reach for his. “Want my mouth?”
His eyes slipped closed, lashes fluttering against his tanned skin, and he looked beautiful like this, lust-driven and needy forme. “Fuck. Maybe?”
I grinned and slowly slid to my knees, keeping my gaze on him the entire time, unable to look away. The jets of water hit his shoulder and sluiced down his strong arms and the curves of his body, making his skin glitter like a thousand diamonds.
I laid my palms on his hairy thighs, and he finally popped open his eyes to stare down at me, gaze filled with desire. He went to reach for me, then snapped his hand back like he was frightened. I grabbed his wrist and tugged his hand down to my head, smiling while I did it.
“Tell me something. Are you always afraid of hurting your sex partners?” I asked quietly.
He smiled uncertainly. “No, but you’re different.”
“Why?” I cocked my head, stroking my finger up the hard length of his dick until I slid my nail over the head.
He hissed and spread his legs. “You’re you.”
“Who am I?” I teased. It was amusing to see him struggle for words. The Dare I knew was confident and smart and protective. He always knew what to say when I needed him, but right now he was a bumbling mess. It was adorable. I almost felt guilty.
He licked his lips and was staring down at me again, mouth quirked at one side. “You’re Zayden.”
“But who am I to you?” I curled my fingers around the head of his cock and added pressure, and he cursed, slapping one of his palms against the wall above me.
“You’re Z. My Z.” He rolled his hips, and my fist slipped farther down his hard-on. As though the movement had given him an idea, he began to thrust into the tightness of my curled hand, fucking it as though it was my hole.
I watched, fascinated by the way his hips worked. I imagined him between my thighs, my legs hooked over his shoulders as he used the same type of thrusts to drill his cock into my ass, and I shuddered at the fantasy. I’d always thought Dare would be a passionate lover, the kind who would wrap his arms around me after we’d fucked and tell me how beautiful I was and how good I’d done. He’d always been my motivation.
“Look at me.”
His words startled me, and I glanced up at him, focusing on reality again.
“Don’t go anywhere,” he whispered, his voice warm and breathy. “Stay here with me.”
I tightened my hold on him, making him freeze. His cock throbbed in my palm—that’shot—and my mouth watered with the urge to taste it and let him fuck my throat instead. “What if I was dreaming about you, and what you’d do to my ass?”
He stilled, eyes half closed and breathing deep. I thought I’d scared him for a moment, but a smile slipped over his lips as he held out a hand to me. I stared at it for too long, and he grabbed my arm, dragging me to my feet as gently as he always did.
Pouting, I said, “I wanted to suck you off.”
He shook his head and pushed me against the wall again. His mouth was on mine in a heartbeat, and he wrapped his fingers around my cock, tugging. I gasped into his kiss and grabbed his erection as well. Together we jerked each other off. The water was quickly turning cold, but neither of us cared.
Pleasure built in my spine, warmth spreading throughout me. His tongue rolled against mine, and his weight against my body sent sizzling need snaking through my stomach. It was still difficult to believe I had him here in front of me, but it was impossible to deny it with his hand on me and his bulk pressed so deliciously against my front.
It didn’t take me long to come, my muscles locking up, balls drawing tight as spunk sliced through the air and landed on his abs. The water sloshed down his chest, washing away any evidence of my release as quickly as it came. Seeing it disappear was disappointing, to say the least.
Dare wasn’t far behind me, shuddering through his own orgasm. His cock jerked in my hand, then ropes of cum sprayed me and gathered on my knuckles. He slammed his hand against the tiles, grunting through the ripples of pleasure until he had nothing left to give and collapsed against me.
“Fuck.”
I kissed his cheek, tasting his wet skin against my tongue. “You’re so hot when you come for me, Daddy.”
