Moments passed. Minutes. Hours. I didn't know and I didn't care. No amount of time would be long enough for me to get my fill of Dare. My hunger wasn't something that could ever be sated.
Which was why when Dare stopped kissing me so he could look into my eyes, my lips followed him, trying to remain welded to his.
His lips quirked into a smirk that reinvigorated the fire inside and he licked his bottom lip when he whispered, "I want you. I want you so bad."
I hummed and drove him back to me. I sent my hands down his body and grabbed onto the hem of his sweater, pulling it off him. My cock throbbed at the sight of his big, hairy chest. A chest I wanted to nuzzle against. To lie on.
But that could wait until after. Until we got our fix of each other.
Dare's hand glided from my cheek to my neck, and down my chest. When he got inches away from the clear outline of my cock against my jeans, he stopped and grabbed my sweater, yanking it off me like I'd done with him.
"You're such a tea—" I started but then he did the thing I thought he wasn’t going to.
He cupped my cock and I just about lost my voice, melting under him.
I inhaled sharply and pulled him back to me, kissing him as he continued to knead me. I gasped in his mouth with each shove, each stroke. Somewhere along the way I lost my jeans and my underpants, giving Dare perfect access when he sat on the floor and took me in his mouth.
I watched this mountain of a man—this perfect specimen of masculinity—worship my cock like it was his religion. From the way he touched me, to the way he sucked me, to the devotion to the task as if I was something sacred. How I didn't unravel right there and then I had no idea, but I was close. So close.
He was completely enamored in the process, and I was hanging on by a thread as he squeezed me a little tighter with each stroke. When he swirled his tongue over my crown, trapping my precum and tasting a part of me only few others had, my vision went blurry.
My breath caught in my throat, and I had to hold on to him, onto his hair to keep myself upright. As soon as I did, he let out a soft moan, and the effect reverberated through me like an earthquake.
"You keep that up, I'm gonna come in two seconds," I whispered and Dare paused and looked up at me.
"You can't come yet. I need you. I need you inside me," he said, sounding almost needy. Desperate.
"You...what?" I asked and I had to blink several times as if that would make me hear his pleading better.
"Is that a problem?" he asked.
"You want me to top you?" I asked and he nodded. "I...I thought you'd want to top me."
"Maybe later, but I much prefer bottoming," he said and I swallowed another knot in my throat. "Is...is that okay?"
Dear Lord, how the hell had I gotten so lucky? Not only was I being intimate with the man I'd been crushing on for forever, but he was also a bottom. A very needy bottom if the worry in his big eyes was anything to go by.
"Yeah. Yeah it is. I love topping. And topping you? That sounds like a dream " I said and before I'd even finished my sentence, Dare opened his mouth, taking my dick again.
He tugged at me a couple of times then he slowly rose to his feet, shedding his pants and underwear. His dick was a thing of beauty. He was thick and large, and I couldn’t take my eyes off him. Not even when he tried to walk away from me, which was probably why I grabbed him by the waist and guided him back to me so I could have my taste. I hadn’t been able to get his flavor out of my mouth since the last time.
I grabbed his cock and sucked it back into my mouth where it belonged and tightened my mouth until I could feel every bump of his veins. He was large but not so large I couldn't take him to the root, and, with each pump, I came a little closer to my goal. I didn't stop until I was filled to the brim. Once I was stuffed with Dare I slid my hands around his back and squeezed his ass cheeks. He let out a groan that I felt all the way to my core.
We were connected now. Well and truly connected. And it went beyond the physical. I knew why he'd reacted so badly before. I knew his darkest fears, and I knew what he wanted.
Me. All of me. More of me than anyone had ever needed or wanted. And I wanted him too.
Maybe a happy ending was possible for a broken man like me. Maybe all I'd needed was another broken man so we could put each other together again.
No.
Not just any broken man. It was Dare. I needed Dare.
"Fuck, Zach, now you're gonna make me come," he groaned and I grounded myself back into the moment. I started to pull free of him, but he pressed his hand to the back of my head and smiled.
"I didn't say that was a bad thing."
I looked up at him but didn't say or do anything. It was kinda hard to do anything with my mouth so full. But I did keep on sucking him. I kept on choking myself with his thick meat and I did keep glancing up at him so I could witness the effect I had on him.
