“Dare,” I repeated.
“Okay,” he said, stepping closer to the bed.
“And make it interesting,” I interrupted. “Impress me, Malcolm.”
He kept staring, and I thought for a minute I might have freaked him out too much. I knew he was out of his zone in some major ways, and here I was, acting as casual and cocky as ever.
Then Malcolm fell to his knees on the bed. My legs were spread wide, one on either side of him. I flicked open the button on my jeans and watched as his eyes traced the outline of my cock, his tongue darting across his lips greedily.
“I dare you to kiss me,” he said finally.
I leaned up on my elbows, and he leaned a little more forward.
The house was so quiet, and the woods were so dark from the rain clouds, it truly did feel like we were in a world all of our own. I didn’t have much to offer Malcolm, but I had the guts to bring us here. With Seattle far away and the evening stretching out ahead, I fully intended to enjoy the rest of our stolen time.
I placed my hand on the back of his head, then pulled him down close. He let out a whimper as his weight fell against my chest. As I pulled him into the kiss, I wrapped my leg around his, grinding my body as I flipped him onto his back.
And then Malcolm and I began kissing. His tongue found my teeth, and I nibbled back, biting down just hard enough to make him writhe a little harder against my grinding cock. I tasted him, and when our tongues met, they danced so slowly, I could have gone on kissing him forever.
Thunder crashed outside, and Malcolm moaned as he wiggled into my arms. I pushed him a little harder against the mattress, and he trembled with pleasure in response. With every stroke of my fingers or nibble on his lip, Malcolm gave himself over to me.
And then, in a house that felt like it was our own, we kept kissing.
We kept kissing as though we couldn’t dare to stop.
