“No! I know you wouldn’t. I didn’t mean to imply that. I told you I trust you, and I do. The last year was so hard without you. Being in this house. Sleeping in our bed. Knowing that you werestruggling so badly in London. I was hurt, Lan, but I know you were, too. If we’re going to do this again, I need you to know that I will never hold that against you.” He pauses, allowing me to absorb that. Tears threaten, because of course they do. I’m emotional, fucking sue me.
“I was in a dark place for a long time. If Penny hadn’t come to London when she did, I don’t know how I would have gotten through it. She helped me realize that I needed to make myself whole because I was drowning in resentment at the circumstances I was dealt, the choices I made, and the situation I created for us. I was so fucking selfish and so broken.” I take a deep breath. “I wasn’t a good partner in those last few weeks, because I couldn’t see beyond my own pain.”
“I forgave you, you know.” Dare’s eyes are watery, our food forgotten, as we lay it all out there.
“I know you did, but I didn’t forgive myself for a long time,” I whisper. “Losing you almost destroyed me, but I knew I needed to be better if I was ever going to be worthy of you again.” The tears are flowing freely now, but the relief of getting these words out is immensely healing.
“You never really lost me, sweetness. I never learned how to let you go. I tried so hard, but I couldn’t do it. I didn’t want to.” With those words, I’m out of my seat and climbing into his lap. The moment his arms wrap around me, I know I’m exactly where I’m supposed to be.
“Are we doing this?” I ask, my lips brushing his scruffy cheek. I know the answer before he speaks.
“Yeah, baby. We’re doing this,” he confirms before he cups my cheeks and kisses me with a ferocity I wasn’t expecting. I allow myself to sink into the emotions he’s pouring into the kiss. All of the anger, betrayal, and hurt dissolve, and are being replaced with a deep, unwavering love that heals, protects, cherishes.
The dining room table rattles when he presses me against it, finally making us come up for air. “We should clean up dinner,” I sigh. He reluctantly agrees and slides me to my feet. I immediately feel the loss of not being in his arms. “We should clean up dinner quickly,” I amend, stacking our plates and bowls.
“You’re spending the night,” he demands. Like I’m going to argue with that. If there were records kept for fastest meal cleanup, I’m confident that Dare and I would win. The heat between us continues to simmer as we brush against each other in the kitchen. I’ve barely turned the dishwasher on before he has me pinned against the counter. “You wore those glasses on purpose.” A statement. I smirk. “Upstairs, Harlan. Lose everything except the glasses and whatever slutty underwear you have on.”
I’m very good at following the rules, for the record. I break out into a run, not caring how desperate I look. Dare isn’t far behind me, flicking lights off as he goes. Before I’ve even made it to his bedroom, I’m tugging off my sweater and tossing it in the corner. As I’m unbuttoning my jeans, he presses against me, sucking and nipping on my neck. My cock starts to thicken as I fumble with the zipper. “I can’t wait to fucking taste you. I’ve been dying for you,” he growls in my ear, eliciting a moan.
I finally get my pants down my legs and slip out of my shoes, kicking the whole mess to the side. I hear a sharp intake of breath when I reveal my ass to Darío. He spins me in his arms so he has access to my mouth. We stay connected, even as he shoves me onto the bed. “I need you naked. Need to feel your skin,” I pant. As he strips, I slide to the top of the bed and rest on the pillows. It’s dim in the room, with only the bedside lamp creating a soft glow.
I expect him to immediately come back for more, but once he’s naked, Dare kneels at the foot of the bed, taking in mymostly naked body, caressing my feet and ankles. My cock looks obscene as it presses against the blue lace. His eyes track from my face and slowly down my body, and I shiver under his perusal.
He pauses at my thigh. “What is that?” While I was in London, I got ‘Sweetness’ tattooed on my thigh. His eyes go wide as he takes in the word that spans the width of my left thigh. “Fucking hell, Lan. You are perfect,” he practically snarls before covering my body with his.
“Mmm, do you like it?” I ask as he trails wet, frantic kisses from my jaw to my chest. His hands are everywhere, igniting my skin wherever he touches. He growls in acknowledgment as he reacquaints himself with my body. The press of his erection against mine has me rutting against him. All of the sensations feel like too much, and not nearly enough.
“I fucking love it. I want to take my time with you, but I don’t think I can control myself, Harlan. I need you to tell me if it gets to be too much.” His voice is desperate, and it only turns me on more. “I need to be inside you so fucking badly, I feel unhinged.”
“You don’t have to go easy on me, Dare. I can handle you,” I assure him. The rougher he is, the better. It’s been so long since I’ve been with anyone, I’m afraid of how quickly I’m going to come. He leans across the bed to get lube from the nightstand.
“Do we need condoms? I was tested, and haven’t had sex since,” he says, the first signs of hesitance flickering in his gaze.
“Same. Negative, no condoms,” I demand. He pushes my legs back, with my knees by my ears, and stares at my hole. Even in the dim light, I can see that his pupils are blown. My cock jerks, aching to be touched, but I don’t dare, for fear that I’ll explode immediately.
“Mmm, mine,” he mutters as he bends, licking from my hole to my balls and back. I shudder at the contact—no one can eat ass the way this man can. The way his singular focus isdevouring me, until I’m a panting, writhing mess, is worthy of poetry. His tongue is magnificent, a gift to my needy hole.
I reach for my cock and squeeze, desperate to hold out until he’s inside me. “Don’t you dare come yet,” he commands before lewdly spitting and letting it drip down my crack. Christ, I’ve missed this. He goes back to work, opening me up with his mouth. I grab a fistful of hair and press his face harder against me, desperate to feel him inside.
“I forgot how good you are with your tongue,” I moan. Dare starts rubbing a finger along my softened pucker before pushing in, making a stream of precum flow from my cock, soaking the lace that’s barely containing it. The burn feels so good, drawing incoherent noises from me.
“When I’m done with you, you’ll remember just how good I am at making you fall apart,” he promises darkly. He spits again before adding a second finger. “You are so fucking tight.” With absolute precision, he locates my prostate, and I cry out. “That’s right, let me hear how good I make you feel, sweetness.”
“Dare,” I cry, his name on my lips a prayer. I want to beg for more. I am going to combust if he doesn’t fuck me soon. “Please,” I beg. He shushes me before adding a third finger. With a frantic need I can’t control, I begin fucking onto his fingers as my body adjusts to the fullness.
I hear the snap of the lube top, making me sigh with relief. He coats his cock while I watch him. “I want you to ride me,” he says lowly. I’m more than happy to oblige. We swap spots, and he fists his thick cock as I climb over his body. Once I’m hovering over him, he grips my hip to guide me down. “Mmmm, so good,” he moans.
Without giving me time to adjust, he thrusts into me, bottoming out with a groan. His hands are exploring every inch of my skin, as one skates up my chest to grab my throat.Fuck yes.Feral Darío is my favorite Darío. Squeezing just shy of tootight, he yanks me down for a kiss. My neglected cock is finally getting the friction it needs, and I let out a desperate whine. “You are never leaving me again.” Thrust. “You belong to me.” Thrust. “Do you understand me, Harlan? I need you to tell me that you will never leave me again. You. Are.Mine.” My name on his lips is salvation; the absolution my heart needed.
“Yours, Dare. Fuck. I’m not going anywhere,” I whimper as he continues to own every part of me. I’ve always been his. I will always be his. With my cock rubbing against his abs, almost viciously, I come on a hoarse cry.
“Good boy,” he murmurs, releasing my throat. I inhale, letting my lungs fill as he flips us over. “On your knees, Harlan.” He hardly gives me a chance to comply before he bottoms out in me again, pounding into me relentlessly. Fisting my hair, he uses my body for his pleasure. The burn on my scalp and the deep strokes of his cock rubbing against my prostate have my cock rallying between my legs. I can’t reach for it, though, because the only thing keeping me upright is my tight grip on the bedding below me.
“Dare,” I pant, my body exhausted, as I try to match him thrust for thrust. Without slowing down, he releases my hair and wraps his arm around my neck to pull me flush against his body. I sob when he bites down on the arch between my shoulder and neck. “Fuck, it’s so good,” I moan.
“You can’t tap out yet, baby. We have a long year to make up for,” he growls in my ear. His breath is hot against my neck as his body blankets mine. “I can’t believe I lived for so long without being inside you.”
“I will never get enough of this,” I vow, my nails scraping across his skin. I’m ready to be engulfed by this fire we’ve set. We’ll rise from the ashes, stronger, whole, complete. I feel the pulse of him coming, flooding me with heat, as he lets out an animalistic shout I’ve never heard from him.
