Page 44 of Needed You

He reaches his hand over to my shaft with a glint in his eye. I’m so hard and dripping so much precum that he palms the head and pulls some of the liquid down over me to get me slick. He starts stroking me, and I know it’s not going to take long. His silver rings create a cold contrast to my hot skin, and the feeling is somehow more intense than I’m used to. I reach up and cup Dare’s cheek, rubbing my thumb gently over his cheekbone. The moment doesn’t last long, however, because with just a couple more strokes, my spine tingles and my balls draw up and I come. Hard.

“Fuuucckkkk,” I roar, ropes of cum squirting out of my tip and all over my stomach and Dare’s hand. I grab his thigh and squeeze as the rest of my orgasm passes and then my body goes slack.

When I can move again, I take a deep breath and turn my head to look at him. He’s on his side, head propped in his hand. He’s laughing softly as he leans forward and buries his head into my shoulder. I swipe my hand over my stomach and roll to my side, wiping the jizz on the planks of the dock.

Dare laughs. “Did you just . . .”

“What?” I laugh, shrugging my shoulders. “It’ll rain and wash it away. It’s on the side of the dock.” I pull my shirt down as I roll over to my back and tuck myself back into my jeans.

“Gross,” he says with a laugh. Dare settles into the crook of my side, his head on my chest. “I hope we didn’t get any splinters in our butt cheeks.”

I chuckle and kiss the top of his head. “I hope no one was out taking a casual stroll and heard that!” We both erupt into laughter.

It’s dark now, and the cool evening air is blowing in over the lake. He pushes in closer to me, cuddling up to my side and draping his arm over my midsection. I rub my hand up and down his back as we lie there, the stars above, water lapping at the dock and the sun fully set. We don’t talk. We just enjoy this moment.

I don’t even know how much time passes before my back starts to become uncomfortable on the hard planks of wood. I try to shift my knees up and twist a little, but it doesn’t help. I know it’s time to get up.

Dare seems to be feeling it too. He groans and sits up, pushing his hair back from his face. He looks peaceful and sated. I sit up, too, leaning in and giving him a quick peck on the lips. We both stand up, and I brush off what I can reach of my back and butt, then turn to him.

“You ready?”

He nods yes but says, “Not really . . .”

I smile at him and take his hand. We intertwine our fingers and walk back toward the motorcycle together. After he puts his helmet on and we both get back on the bike, I turn to him.

“My place?” I ask. A sparkle lights up his eyes as he nods. “Hold on,” I tell him, and he pushes his body against mine tightly and splays his hands out along my stomach and chest. He slips his fingers under my shirt and rests them on my bare skin, sending a shiver through me. I push back so my ass connects with his groin again, and he pulls in closer. We’re probably about as close as two people can possibly be.

The air is much colder now, and the ride home has a bit of a chill to it. But it’s a short drive, giving me just enough time to think about how easily Dare agreed to come back to my place. I mean, I’m happy about it, and I really want to spend more time with him, but I wasn’t sure he felt the same way.

When we reach the parking lot at my apartment complex, I park my bike, and we get off and remove our helmets. I sort of want to cover the bike, but it’s still too warm and it’s not supposed to rain, which means it should be fine if I wait for tomorrow. I have much more important things to pay attention to.

Dare follows me to my apartment, and I let him in, then close and lock the door behind us. I take a quick detour to the kitchen and grab a couple of bottles of water for us from the fridge. He thanks me when I hand him one and just stands in the hallway, awkwardly.

Stepping toward him, I ask “Do you . . . want to stay out here or maybe watch something in bed?” I move even closer, until his body is pressed against mine, and then I nuzzle my nose into his neck and inhale. He smells so good. Like fresh air and deodorant and just . . . him. I kiss his neck and work my way back to his jaw, sticking my tongue out and flicking his lip ring. He smiles into my kiss.

When I pull back enough, he says, “The bed is fine.”

I take his hand and lead him into my room. We both set our bottles of water on the nightstand next to my bed, and then I tug him in for another quick kiss. He groans, and when we part, I tip my head toward the bathroom.

“I’m going to wash off,” I say. “I’ll just be a few minutes.”

He nods, and I go take a quick shower, cleaning the remnants of our time together at the lake off of my stomach. When I get back into my bedroom, Dare is already under the covers, and he watches me as I walk toward him and crawl into bed. I take a moment to prop up the pillows so we can see the TV better and then try to find a movie or something. However, as I get settled, Dare awkwardly faces me, and I can tell something is bothering him.

“Hey,” I say quietly, reaching over and moving a strand of his unruly black hair out of his face.

He puts his hands under his cheek and rests his head on them on the pillow. “Hey yourself,” he says back, just as quietly.

“You okay?” I ask.

His emerald-green eyes search my face and run up and down my torso. He meets my gaze again and shrugs a shoulder. “Yeah.”

I don’t know how to handle him like this. I’m not sure if this is normal for him or if he’s upset about something or if I pushed it too far tonight. I give myself a second, then I say, “Dare.”

He looks back at me again, and I turn my body to face him so I can see him a little bit more closely.

“Did I . . . Was tonight . . . I didn’t take it too far tonight, did I?” I ask.

He closes his eyes and takes a deep breath. “No, Lev. You didn’t take it too far tonight. It was amazing. Maybe . . . too good,” he says, rolling on to his back.