I got out of the car, as did Daniel. He tossed me the keys as we walked toward the building he lived in.
At the elevator, I hit the call button. He crowded me from behind. His cock rubbed against my ass, nestling between my cheeks when he pressed into me. The doors opened, and he guided me into the car, his hands on my hips.
“Fifteen.”
His voice sounded in my ear, the gruff tone settling over me, making my dick twitch in my pants. Reaching forward, I did as he asked, then pressed back into him. The doors shut, and his hand moved from my waist to my crotch.
“Are you bashful?” he asked.
I shook my head. “Cautious, yes. Bashful, never.”
“Good.”
He worked open my pants, his hand slid inside, covering my junk, his finger brushing over my leaking cock. “I wanna taste you.”
A whimper filled the car. “Yes. Please.”
“Are you needy?”
Fuck. I hated that word and all the shit it reminded me of. “No, I don’t do needy, but I am greedy. Very, very greedy.”
He chuckled. “I can work with that.”
His grip on my dick squeezed and released several times while his finger toyed with my slit. It drove me bonkers. I rubbed my dick against his hand and my ass against his cock. I wanted fucked, and I wanted it now. It verged on the emotion I hated—the one he’d just mentioned.
The elevator dinged, and he walked us out of the car. Down the hallway, he stopped us in front of an apartment door. We stood there for a moment, then he leaned down, his mouth against my ear, and whispered.
CHAPTER 4
DANIEL
San Diego,Summer 2001
“Don’t feel obligated to tell me I’m right or wrong. I know you can’t tell me who you really are without disclosing information you are lawfully required to conceal. Just know that when you want someone to talk to, come knocking on my door.”
His breath caught and held for moments longer than usual. His body turned stiff, and I thought for sure I’d screwed myself out of what promised to be a stellar fuck.
“I appreciate it, but I won’t need it. What I want is to fuck. Are you game for that?”
I spun him so his back hit the wall next to my door, my hand never leaving his cock. My other hand landed on the wall next to his head. I leaned over him, my mouth hovered over his, our lips brushing when I said, “I’m definitely down for that. Get the keys from my pocket.”
He pulled the key ring from my pocket, but not before he got a feel for what I was packing. He held the keys out to me, pulling them away when I reached for them.
“Get me inside, bend me over something, open me up, and fuck me. And do it now,” he demanded.
“Yes, sir,” I said.
His mouth latched on, his lips sucking at mine, before his tongue invaded my mouth. I groaned, my cock throbbing in my pants. I pressed into him. Our cocks lined up, rubbing against one another as we dry-humped and tongue-fucked out in the open for anyone to see.
“The door, dammit.”
“I’m not sure what you expect of me, Xander, but I can either kiss you or I can open the door. Because while opening the door is easy, kissing you deserves all my attention.”
“Then open the door, because I’d seriously like it if we did more than rut against each other fully dressed in the hallway outside your apartment, where I’m positive you have a perfectly good bed to fuck me in.”
“As you wish,” I said as I opened the door.
He shoved me through it, kicking it closed behind him. Our lips attached themselves to each other, and we grappled, pulling and tugging on our clothes until we stood before each other naked—lips swelling, chests heaving, cocks leaking.
