Page 38 of Below The Surface
It’s intoxicating, seeing him fall apart for me, like I’m the only thing in the universe that can make him feel this good. I want to keep him like this. Wrecked and open, buzzing with pleasure, trusting me.
When I finally pull back to catch my breath, he makes a wounded noise, like I took away his favorite toy. I laugh and slap his ass, lightly, enough to make it jiggle.
“Don’t stop, don’t stop,please,” he begs, just pure need. Maybe I’ve played too much.
I keep licking, tasting the salt and sweat, fingers thrusting just so.
He’s close, I can feel it, the way his cock leaks and his breath comes in these desperate little pants.
“You’re gonna come just from this, aren’t you?” I say, voice rough and thick.
“Fuck. Yes. Please, Dallas, please,” he groans, almost crying.
I keep at it, relentless, then reach under him to stroke his cock. Once. Twice. And he chokes on a scream. His entire body spasms as he shoots all over my hand and the sheets beneath him.
He collapses, boneless, still trembling. I kiss down the backs of his thighs, gentle now, and flop beside him, gathering him up. He clings to me, shaky and smiling, like he’s just survived a firestorm and loved every second of it.
“You’re evil,” he mumbles, face buried in my chest.
I laugh, kissing the top of his head. “Maybe I’m the incubus.”
He huffs, but the smile doesn’t leave his lips. We lie there, tangled and sticky and content, until the real world starts leaking back in. We need to head over to Hayden’s place.
Kay is the one to break the silence. “We should go save Hayden from his existential terror.”
I know it’s mean to snort, but I do. Poor Hayden. I pull Kay closer. “I know you’re right.”
Kay props himself up, eyes still glazed and happy. “Seriously though, you should insure your tongue and fingers. Oh, and your dick.” He gives my thigh a pat.
We peel ourselves out of bed, and take a quick joint shower since Kay is wobbly as fuck after the orgasm I gave him. I wish we could play around a bit, but we should probably go investigate Hayden’s place. Reluctantly, we get dressed, then we’re out the door. I’m glad Ken wasn’t in the living room or kitchen. If she heard us I might die of embarrassment.
10
CASEY
Dallas gives me Hayden’s address and, on the way, I swing by my favorite donut shop to get a dozen. Dallas just snorts and shakes his head when I hand him the box, then throw the cover off to snag a donut.
“What? I’m hungry, and that orgasm drained the fuck out of me. I need sustenance.” I lift the donut and take a huge chomp out of it. “Eat. I won’t feel bad if you don’t, but I will eat like ten donuts on my own.”
Dallas takes me up on the offer. He nods in appreciation. “I don’t keep a strict diet.”
“Obviously, since you ate junk with me yesterday.”
Another snort. “Yeah, but I do try to eat healthier.”
“Oh, same, but I don’t deny myself anything. If I want it, I get it.”
“I’ve noticed,” he says around a bite of donut.
I pull into Hayden’s apartment complex and park in a visitor’s spot.
“Bring the box,” I say as I slide out of my seat. “Carbs make everything better.”
Dallas leads the way. He has a key and lets us into the building. Then it’s hoofing it up six flights of stairs because the elevator is broken.
“I’m really spicy at you right now. You could have warned me the elevator’s been broken for weeks. My legs are still jelly from earlier.” I stomp each step, which takes more energy than if I’d just walk like normal.
“Awe, my poor fuck buddy,” Dallas says. Then, before I can take the next step, he hauls me over his shoulder.
