Page 45 of Double Dared
No sudden clarity had come over me, making me realize that I’d made a terrible mistake. Instead, lying next to him, drawing lines with his cum on the canvas of his flesh was the only thing I could want, the only thing I could imagine happening.
Harrison covered my hand with his, lifted it, and brought my wet finger to his lips.
I watched him, dazed and out of my own body, as he extended his tongue and licked his cum off my fingers.
“Kinky,” I said.
“Is it?” he asked, licking my finger again. He glanced at me mischievously. “Here’s something you’ll never be able to tell anyone. I’ve always liked the taste of my cum.”
I let out a soft laugh, mostly because I was so lost in his eyes that I hardly registered his words.
His hand moved down between us, and he took offmy condom. And then he brought it closer to us, my cum spilling across his chest.
I wasn’t sure what he saw in my eyes, on my face, but it seemed to be written plainly, because he just smiled and nodded. And I didn’t wait.
I leaned in, licking his chest, the salt of his sweat, and the strange, sweet, and salty flavor of my cum spread across his flesh. I licked it all off Harrison’s body, then moved back to look into his eyes daringly.
“Go on,” he said. “Kiss me.”
And I did without a second thought. I kissed him deep and hard, my tongue reaching into his mouth, flavors mixing between the two of us. It was the oddest, the most intimate thing I had ever done with someone. But it was only so intimate because we let it be, and that was why I didn’t want to stop kissing him. I couldn’t stop kissing him.
I climbed on top of him, sat on his crotch, and felt his soft dick stir under my balls, and kept kissing him until he was hard again. And even then, I couldn’t stop, because he fueled something in me that I never knew existed.
When the kisses went so far that we were both hard and heated again, I lay on top of him, and I took us both in my hand, struggling only for a moment with the mechanics of two dick in one fist, sharing a laugh with Harrison when I saw his amused look, and worked us to another orgasm there on the floor, my dick rubbing against his, my fist movingalong our lengths all the way until the moment we were spent and catching our breaths again.
Harrison kissed my neck, and then he kissed each of my eyelids as I closed my eyes before him, my hair falling over my brow and onto his face. When he shifted underneath me, we stood up together, and he quietly led me back into the shower.
I wasn’t going home tonight. I didn’t want to ever leave this place of magic, this pocket universe where nothing outside mattered, and where only he and I existed, and only he and I were of any interest to us, and time itself ground to a halt to let us be forever young and obsessed with each other.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
harrison
Taylor’s wavyhair spilled across my chest, his head resting on my right pec, slender fingers splayed across my stomach, and soft, warm breaths passing over my skin. It woke me up quietly, almost like I had been diving deep all night, and finally reached the surface where the sun shone bright and warmth greeted me.
I didn’t move. He was so peaceful that I only wanted to make the moment last longer.
Some part of me recoiled in anticipation of what he would do when he opened his eyes. Small as it was, this part of me was persistently reminding me that there was every chance Taylor would simply come to his senses now, in the light of day, and I wouldn’t survive the horrified look of regret in his eyes.
It wasn’t a small, unimportant thing. What happened last night was bound to change us for better or worse. This was no mere friendship any longer. Ihad to keep that in mind when he opened his eyes in a minute or two.
I looked down at his hand as it rose and fell with my stomach. Beyond it, my dick lay on my abdomen, not entirely soft anymore. The duvet was kicked down and twisted and coiled around Taylor’s feet, something that had never happened to me when sleeping alone. He was a kicker, then. Oh, but he was gorgeous like this, his hip bone protruding from the side, his dick and balls hanging over his left side, short hair making a delicious backdrop, fading into his smooth thighs.
The sight alone made my dick harder. The memory of last night, of the sensation of having him inside me, of him coming while fucking me so passionately, made it only more difficult to focus on anything else and cool down a little.
I turned my head away, looking out the window while leaning a little in to bury my nose in his wild, wonderful hair. It still held the scent of honey and almonds from last night’s late shower. After coming down from the high of pure lust and erotic pleasure, we’d gone into my bathroom, and I’d kissed him again, no longer so desperate to assure myself that he was real and really there. I’d kissed him under the pouring water, and we touched each other everywhere, not quickly or in need to turn each other on, but to feel. To feel his skin on mine, to feel the searing press of his lips on my chest, to feel my fingers in his hair as I washed the sweat out of it.
I shifted a little, trying to get out from underneathTaylor, but his hand pressed me down harder. “Don’t you dare,” he said against my pec, his voice vibrating through me.
“I was going to make you coffee,” I said.
He thought about it, eyes still closed and breathing steadily. Then, after reaching a decision, he loosened his hold on me. “Fine. It’s the only reason I’d let you get out of bed.”
I kissed the top of his head because the need to do just that overwhelmed any sense of restraint in me. He wasn’t running away. He wasn’t freaking out. Yet. Maybe a shot of espresso will finally wake him up enough to realize what a mistake he’d made sleeping with a guy. Or maybe it wouldn’t. Whatever the outcome, I needed to know.
After kissing him, I got out of bed and strolled into the bathroom, brushed my teeth, splashed my face with cold water, and returned to the bedroom. As I searched through my drawer for a clean pair of underwear, I turned to look at Taylor, lying in the warm space where I had just been, naked and inviting.
But no. I wanted to make him feel good in more ways than one, even if it would just be a thank-you for last night.
