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I sit down at the end of the dock so we can see the sun going below the horizon, and when I tug gently on his hand, he sits beside me. Our knees are touching, and he takes my hand and puts it back on his thigh. I smile to myself. He’s quiet tonight, but these silent communications feel so special . . . almost intimate. I wonder if something is bothering him or if he just doesn’t feel like talking. I take a deep breath, trying to steady my racing thoughts.

We sit in silence for a while, and I start to rub his leg. He sighs a peaceful sigh and looks up to the sky. His eyes close, and then he turns toward me and opens them again, those stunning emerald-green orbs gazing back at me.

We silently meet in the middle, our lips crashing together. I moan into his mouth after I feel his lip ring rub my top lip. His bottom lip fits perfectly between mine, and I give it a gentle tug. I shift my body so that I’m at a better angle and crawl over him. He takes my jacket and pulls me slowly down on top of him as he lies back on the dock. It’s a full invitation to what he wants. Our lips never separate.

Bracing myself with my hands on either side of his shoulders, I move my head so I can get a deeper kiss. He opens his lips for me, and our tongues meet. Our kiss turns more rushed and frantic, and we lick and taste one another, breathing heavily. I lower myself down to my elbows, which puts our bodies much closer, and I grind against him. Dare moans as my now-hard dick presses against his groin, and I feel his hardness under me.

It’s truly amazing, how responsive he is to my body. He’s rock-hard against his jeans, and I know it can’t be comfortable for him because I’m not comfortable either. I push up and move my lips down Dare’s cheek, placing open-mouthed kisses over the curve of his jaw and down his neck. He lifts his chin and takes a quivering breath as I move my way down, kissing and licking and sucking his skin, and he grinds into me harder with every movement.

“God,” he breathes, his hands slipping under my coat and rubbing up my back. I kiss farther down and let my hands wander down to the hem of his sweatshirt and then his T-shirt. Without hesitation, I push his sweatshirt up and skip over the bunched-up material until my lips find his bare chest. He groans and grips my shirt.

One of Dare’s legs comes up along the side of my hip, and he presses into me. He’s breathing so heavily, and I’m so fucking turned on. I lick his pec and swirl my tongue over his nipple. He. Fucking. Whimpers. And I’m a goner. I move to his other nipple, pressing my entire mouth over it and kissing it before I pull off. Then I lick back over to the other side again, repeating the action.

Dare writhes underneath me. “More,” he whispers, his voice rough and desperate. “I need more.”

I kiss down his stomach. He has abs but he has a little softness there, too. It’s fucking perfect. He bucks his hips, and his hands fly to my hair as I lick and breathe over his belly button. I lean to one side and start making work of his belt and the button on his jeans. My lips don’t leave his body, and I feel goose bumps erupt on him, under my kisses.

I manage to get his button undone with one hand, and he helps me pull his pants down. He lifts his hips so I can pull them below his ass, and I grip the flesh on the side of his butt and squeeze. He exhales heavily.

“Uuhhhhggh, Lev,” he sighs.

My cock aches as I kiss down the soft line of dark hair that leads to his hard—and rather impressive—dick. I stop for a split second and look up at him. He’s staring down at me, threading his fingers through my hair.

“Can I?” I ask in a whisper.

“Fuck yes,” he replies, pushing his hips up in invitation.

His dick is so hard it’s lying on his stomach. I take one hand and grip the base, lifting it so I can take control. I’m dying to taste him. A bead of precum is dripping from his slit, and I flatten my tongue and lick, pressing the end of my tongue into his slit. He hisses and tilts his head back. I take the tip in my lips and lick and suck.

“Ohhhhhhhh, god,” Darian moans.

I lean up and take him in his entirety, his tip hitting the back of my throat. I gag slightly and pull off, but I don’t hesitate and go right back in. I’m devouring him, and it’s fucking bliss. I hollow my cheeks and suck him, bobbing my head as his hands grab my hair, spurring me on even more.

I take him deep again, and he thrusts up into my mouth. It’s ecstasy. I pull off with a pop and take several short breaths, letting my eyes drink him in as I do. His eyes are closed, his cheeks flushed, and his dick is covered in my saliva, his precum teasing my tastebuds.

“Your dick is fucking fantastic, Dare.” I take another breath and then go back down.

“Your mouth feels fucking incredible.” He’s just as breathless as me, and that knowledge sends another jolt of heat to my cock.

I take his base in my hand and lower my lips onto him again, sucking and licking and kissing. The sounds are borderline obscene. It’s not much longer when his body tenses up and he pulls my head off of him.

“I’m going to come,” he says.

“Let me have it,” I tell him, diving back onto his dick and taking one deep, hard suck.

He explodes with a loud moan. His dick pulses in my mouth as his cum shoots into the back of my throat and onto my tongue. He tastes amazing. Salty and musky, just like I thought he would. I want more of him. I suck him through the orgasm, and when it’s too much, he pulls me off of him, his body going slack and his breathing heavy.

“Jesus Christ,” he manages, tugging me up by my jacket and kissing me.

I push my tongue into his mouth, giving him the remnants of his release. He greedily takes it.

I roll to my side and keep my hand connected to his stomach as his dick starts to soften. We both breathe in and out, getting ourselves under control. My cock is still hard and aching now. I don’t expect Dare to do anything, but I have to relieve the pressure. It hurts.

I reach down, unbutton my jeans, and push them down, letting my cock spring out. It relieves so much pressure, and I groan at the relief. I grip myself and give it a stroke, moaning as I move my hand up and down my shaft. I open my eyes and turn my head.

Dare is lying on his side, pants up but still undone. He’s just looking at me. Watching me. His eyes go from my dick to my face to my lips and back to my dick again. He’s pulling his bottom lip between his teeth. He has no idea what that does to me.

“Touch me, Dare,” I say. “If I don’t come soon, I’m going to explode.”