“Maybe next time,” I promised.
His gaze never left my ass as he rolled the latex down his length. Instead of handing him the lube when he asked for it, I filled my hand and jerked him with slow, measured movements. With every second that ticked by, my anxiety grew. I wanted this, but the weight of the cock in my hand also terrified me. Dane was huge. Everywhere. And I couldn’t remember how long it’d been since I’d been with anyone; probably late last fall.
Yeah, I was definitely going to be walking funny later. “I’m ready. Just… go slow.”
“Don’t worry.” He pressed a kiss to my temple. “The last thing I want to do is hurt you.”
Then don’t ever leave.I was saved from the humiliation of voicing that fear out loud when Dane shifted on top of me, bracing his weight on his forearm. He lifted my leg to rest on his other arm as he reached down to guide himself to my entrance. I hissed at the first aching stretch, arched my back as he continued easing into my body. Let out the breath I’d been holding when, finally, his hips pressed against my ass.
“You good?”
I nodded, unable to form words.
Dane bent down to kiss me passionately while my body got used to the intrusion. At fucking last, Dane began to move. My body was overwhelmed with sensations: the taste of his tongue in my mouth, the sound of flesh slapping flesh as he fucked deeper into me, his fingers teasing the strands of my hair on the pillow. All I could do was close my eyes and savor every blessed moment.
“Look at me, Brook. Want to… see… those eyes….”
I struggled to comply. When I looked up at Dane, I smiled. The way he watched me, licking his lips as he appraised the body beneath him… cherished was the only word to describe how I felt. Dane’s pace quickened, growing frantic as he reached between our bodies, taking my cock in hand, stroking in time with his thrusts. I bucked my hips off the bed, digging my nails into Dane’s arms as he drilled me.
“Not… gonna… last….” Each word was cut short by my inability to breathe while Dane had me folded in half, but I wasn’t about to complain. The angle was just right so his dick slid across my prostate without drilling it. “So good, Dane. Fuck. Just… like… that.”
Dane crushed his lips to mine, trapping my dick between us. The abrasion of his treasure trail was mind-numbingly erotic. Before long, I planted my feet on the bed next to his legs, arched my back, and shouted as I came.
“Goddammit, Brook,” Dane growled. “Fuckfuckfuckfuckuck.” He lost any sense of rhythm as he pounded into me, throwing his head back as he came. His dick throbbed through the aftershocks, until finally, he flopped onto the bed next to me, one heavy arm pinning me to the bed. “Need sleep after that.”
I lifted his arm and tried to slide out from under him, but Dane held me tight. “I’m going to finish making you coffee.”
He released me, cracking one eye open to look at me as he trailed a finger through the cum drying on my stomach. My dick twitched as he brought that finger to his lips and sucked it clean. “Definitely not what I expected. Sex and coffee is one hell of a way to wake up in the morning.”
