7. Patrick

Dane pushed me in front of him, then wrapped his arms around me and walked us through the dining room and down the hall. The door on the left had been closed when I'd used the restroom, so I hadn't seen his bedroom until that moment. His hand left my hips and opened the door, revealing a massive king-sized bed covered in a cream comforter. Two rows of pillows—one functional, the other decorative—rested against a headboard that climbed halfway up the wall. Elegant carvings of Chinese dragons and phoenixes chasing stylized clouds flew across the rich wood.

"How old is that?" I asked, forgetting the man's arms squeezing my shoulders.

"Late eighteenth century. The dragon is chasing a flaming pearl. Be a good boy and I'll tell you what that means."

I slipped free of his grasp and crossed the room to run my fingers over the carving. "This is exquisite, Dane. Really." I couldn't hide the astonishment from my voice.

"Why so surprised? Didn't expect a dumb jock like me to have something like that?"

"No, of course not. It's just …" A triumphant smirk told me he was teasing again. I really had to get better at reading his tells. "I've never seen anything like this anywhere. It really is beautiful."

When I turned back to face him, he was leaning against the doorframe, just as he had when I'd arrived at his house. The only difference now was that his perfectly carved physique was on display. My eyes traveled to his chest, then trailed to the line of light fur at the base of his abs. It vanished behind a most poorly placed button on his jeans. And I hadn't noticed how tan his skin was in the kitchen. The same rich bronze that painted his face covered every inch of his skin, and there wasn't a single tan line in sight. Even his nipples, now fully erect in the coolness of his bedroom, carried a tint of the sun's kiss. A wave of self-consciousness washed over me as I glanced down at the pasty white skin covering my bony frame.

At least my abs are good. Being a bean pole has some advantages.

"Like it?" he asked. I couldn't tell if he was still asking about the headboard or something else I was staring at.

My eyes rose to meet his. "Very much."

"I have to warn you about something." His arms were crossed, lifting his pecs to their spectacular fullness. He reached a hand out and, using one finger, gave me the "come hither" curl.

I stepped cautiously across the bedroom to stand before him. "Okay. What's that?"

He reached down and gripped the top of my jeans and slammed me into him. "I'm used to being in charge. Call it a fireman thing."

I swallowed, desperate to hide how nervous he'd just made me. "Um, okay."

He leaned close, so our lips were nearly touching, and whispered, "Can you be a good boy? Can you do what I tell you?"

I nodded, not trusting my voice.

"Say it. I need to hear you say it."

"I … I'll be a good boy."

"And?"

"I'll do what you tell me."

He stared a moment, his eyes hard, his jaw set.

The moment lasted so long, I almost thought the night might end there. Then both of his hands gripped the sides of my head as he pulled me into a rough, hungry kiss. Gone was the gentle Dane, the teasing Dane, the fireman who wanted to cradle and caress. This man was all hunger and desire. This man knew what he wanted and was determined to get it.

My heart nearly leaped out of my throat. If his tongue hadn't had mine wrapped in a Sumo hold, I might've squealed or something.

One hand fell from my face and squeezed my butt cheek so hard I nearly whelped. His eyes opened as we kissed, and I watched the flames grow higher and hotter. Their blue was so deep and intense, I knew then they weren't ice or cold but the hottest part of the flame. The heat wafted off him, daring to singe and burn.

His hand left my butt and fingers tore my jeans open. The zipper ripped free. His hand vanished beneath my briefs.

I was so damn hard already.

He gripped me, almost as firmly as he'd squeezed my ass, then teased his thumb across my head.

I squirmed in his grip, my body reveling in his touch.

His other hand released my face and wrapped around my back. Held tight against him, he walked me backward to the bed, shoving me onto my back when we reached its foot.

I lay there, breathless, shirtless, as he kneeled to untie one sneaker, then the other, tossing them aside. His eyes shifted from me to my feet, and a smile flared. "Big Bird?"

Crimson colored my cheeks. I'd forgotten I'd worn those socks. "They're my favorite."

He shook his head and let a laugh break the mood. "You are too fucking adorable. You know that, right?"

My blush deepened, and I marveled at this man, this stunning creature, who thought I was worth fawning over.

Big Bird joined my shoes somewhere near the corner, then he slid my jeans down, careful at first, then yanking them off.

"Captain America?" He had to cover his face and half turn to keep from laughing directly at me. Well, at my underwear.

"I like superheroes."

"And birds," he snorted.

"Not birds. Big Bird. There's a difference."

My protestation made him laugh harder, and I somehow forgot I was lying in his bed in nothing but my Underoos.

Until he looked back and said, "Those have to go. Now."

Gone was his smirk. All humor had fled. Hungry Dane, starving Dane, demanding Dane had spoken.

I slipped off my underwear.

Dane didn't move. He just stood there, at the foot of the bed, staring down and studying every inch of me.

Then he unbuttoned his jeans, and my dick twitched.

"Like that, do you?" He cocked a brow, then slowly lowered his zipper. A carpet of thick, jet-black fur flowed out, and I knew there wouldn't be Captain America—or any other hero—other than the one that came with Dane.

I could hear the blood flowing faster in my head and heart and … fucking everywhere.

And then his dick popped out, and my breath hitched. "Holy mother of—"

The rumble of laughter mixed with a growl sent another rush of heat and hunger through me. His cock was thick and long, with a patchwork of veins that bulged up and down his shaft. Then I noticed the way the whole thing curved upward, and my butthole puckered at the thought of the places that bend could reach.

"He likes you," he rumbled, his dick twitching in agreement.

"Fuck me. I like him so much. He's so damn big." My voice was caught somewhere between rasp and awed whisper, and I was sure my eyes were as big as saucers.

He grinned. "You curse a lot when you're excited."

"Sorry.""Stop that. Get your fucking face over here and suck my cock."

I didn't know which thrilled me more, his commanding tone or the idea of putting the whole USS Constitution into my mouth.

He stepped to the edge of the bed, and I flipped around, my mouth at his waist level. I pressed one hand into his hard stomach and gripped the base of his cock with the other. He throbbed at my touch.

"Take it," he demanded.

I glanced up one last time, finding a stern, unwavering, insistent glare, then craned forward and took his tip with my lips. He moaned low as I ran my tongue around the tender edge below his head, teasing the spot where skin once joined. His body shivered at that.

"Fucking tease. Eat me," he snarled.

So, I took his length down my throat.

And gagged.

And coughed.

"He's big, I know. Open up and relax. You can take him."

He wasn't exactly reassuring as I gasped for air, but I wanted this. I wanted him. So, I opened wide and tried again. This time his hand pressed against the back of my head, holding me in place. I dove and rose, only making it halfway before he pushed me down again. His grip was so firm, so strong, his cock so deliciously hard.

My fingers dug into his stomach, feeling his abs, crawling up toward his chest. My own erection scraped against the bedspread, teasing pre-cum and sending thrills of pleasure across my skin.

Faster and deeper. My throat opened to take him.

His hand pushed me further. His breathing quickened. His abs clenched.

"Oh shit, Patrick," he called, as his fingers clawed into my scalp. "Stroke yourself," he ordered.

My hand fell from his chest and gripped my cock. A shiver rocked my body.

Still, his hand shoved me down, shoved him inside me.

Deeper.

Faster.

"Fuck, pull back." His voice was desperate, pleading.

I clamped harder, took him deeper.

"Patrick! I can't hold—"

The first blast of hot cum sprayed down my throat as he shouted, "Fuck!"His fingers were a vise on my head. Still, I drank him in, sucked him down, milked shot after shot.

Then my own pulse quickened, and pleasure surged from my chest to my groin. I groaned in ecstasy as release approached.

Dane's firm hand left my head and shoved me off him. "Don't you fucking come yet," he barked, grabbing me roughly then throwing himself onto his back on the bed. "Get on top of me. I want you to shoot all over my body."

Could he get any hotter?

I climbed atop him. He gripped my hips, so I sat on his cock, still slick and throbbing. I wanted him inside me so badly but that would have to come later.

Then he gripped my cock and began to stroke.

Light danced at the edge of my vision. "I'm so close," I groaned.

He stroked faster.

The stars spun.

His other hand gripped my arm, then my chest, squeezing to the point between pleasure and pain.

I couldn't stop. "Jerk me faster, dammit," I begged.

He complied.

All the desire and craving I'd felt since the moment I'd seen him flew out of me. He grabbed my balls and pulled them down, still stroking my cock, and I thought the whole world might shoot out of me. "Dane! Fuck!"

He stroked until nothing was left.

When I looked down, his face was hard and his stare intense. For a moment, I wondered if I'd done something wrong. Then he reached up and wiped part of my cum off his face, stared at it on his fingers, then wiped it across his tongue.

"Mmm," he growled. "Next time, I'm going to fuck you up against that wall over there." His eyes darted behind me.

I nodded like a frightened child, desperate to feel this man as deep in me as he could get.

Then I felt him twitch beneath me, and his size sent a wave of fear to match the desire spinning within.

"You might have to go slow at first. It's been a long time, and, um—"

"I'm a big boy. I know." He grinned.

In that moment, that perfect heartbeat, with both of us naked and covered in cum, the whole world faded away, and only Dane and his perfect smile existed.

I blinked myself out of that ridiculous thought. You barely know this guy. This is pretty much a first-date hookup. What are you thinking? There are no Disney bunnies flying out of his ass. Be a fucking adult and see this for the mindless sex that it is.

"Please tell me you want to see me again," he said, his impenetrable wall of confidence cracking for the first time since we'd met.

A tiny bunny materialized beside his head and winked.

Damn you, Walt Disney.