“Did you mean what you said…about being a top and a bottom?”
His eyes flicker down to my lips, as if he’s trying to read the words because he doesn't believe his ears. The column of his neck bobs as he swallows thickly and nods.
“Yes,” his answer comes out husky.
There’s a long pause. I didn’t plan out what to say after I got an answer, but thankfully, he saves me from my thoughts.
“What do you want?” The question is kind and soft, laced with genuine curiosity.
“I don’t know,” I reply honestly.
“Okay.” His head bobs up and down slowly in understanding. “What do you feel more comfortable with?”
“Doing the fucking, not getting the fucking,” I reply quickly, because that’s the truth. It’s not that I don’t want the latter, but I’m definitely more comfortable with the former.
His head bobs slowly again, still rubbing the soles of Hannah’s feet.
“That’s normal.” His voice is light, honest.
He’s clearly the more experienced one here, although my personality is a bit more alpha than his, his sexuality screams dominance. Not in a demanding way but with more knowledge and understanding of how I’m feeling in this situation.
The thought that he’s had this before with others makes me clench my jaw and I pause caressing Hannah's leg so I can clench my fists.
His eyes scan over my face, down to my hands, then back up to meet my eyes.
“I want you. I want both of you, more than I can express.This is the most fun I’ve had in a really long time and I want tonight to end however you’ll allow it,” Dane admits in a way that surprises me. It’s vulnerable and for the first time I see an uncertainty in him that makes me feel even more comfortable.
Because somehow he does that. He makes us both feel so goddamn comfortable and I have no idea how.
No inhibitions.
I let those words repeat in my head as I sit up on my knees and lean into him. His eyes widen as he sits up a little taller and I can’t help but smirk at the power exchange. He’s always been in control. He’s been in control even when I wrapped my hand around his cock from the other side of the barrier that separated us.
Even last night, when he devoured Hannah as he bent over in front of me. He held the power then, taking control of the moment and pulling me into the gravity that he’s created since the moment we met.
Tonight I want him to know how much I want it.
Not waiting for any more seconds to pass, I crush my lips to his, kissing him for the first time, feeling the foreign sensation of masculine lips and whiskered hair that scores my skin. Our tongues mash together and it’s deeper and more rugged than any kiss I’ve had before. It feels all wrong compared to what I’m used to, but so perfectly right at the same time and when he moans into my mouth it gives me the confidence I need to keep going.
I let go of Hannah’s feet, trailing my hands up his tight chest. I strip off the shirt he’s wearing, only breaking our kiss for a brief second before coming back in again and he’s frantically reaching for the front of his pants, ripping open the fly as he pushes his hips up slightly so I can tug his pants down.
Hannah sits up, removes her top, and leans toward us. I blindly pass his pants to her as she tosses both articles of clothing over the back of the couch.
Pulling away, I ask, “Do you have any lube?”, even though I have some. I’m curious if he bought some for tonight.
He smirks tilting his head. “Don’t you know how it goes?”
I squint, confused.
“He who holds the lube, gets to top.”
I’m unable to hold back a smile as I reach into my back pocket, pulling out the small bottle of travel sized lube and condoms I shoved in there a few minutes ago.
“Well, shit. Looks like you win.” I love the lop sided grin he gives me. It’s both sexy and mischievous, and I would bet my life that he has a bottle of lubricant in his bag but is holding back from admitting it for my benefit.
I glance over at Hannah, who’s biting her lip watching us like we’re aphrodisiacs.
“Get naked and on the bed,” I say to her with meaning behind my teasing tone.
