Chapter Ten

I hadn't had an evening like this in, well, in forever. Lane was the antithesis of everyone I'd ever dated or been involved with, proving my theory that I'd just been going for the wrong type. I couldn't even imagine how or why that would have happened, and after our lovely time together, I actually didn't care.

However many frogs I had to kiss to get to this moment, everything in me said they were worth the warts. Ick. At least I could turn my back on the past with no regrets. Meri had said more than once that I was a great guy who just didn't know what or who he really wanted. She was going to love my admitting that she'd been right.

Of course, the same could be said for her since until she met Rob, she'd been with me and I was just as wrong for her. But the sense of joy and wonder I felt just sitting in the car next to Lane…I didn't have any words.

I walked him to his door and waited while he unlocked it. All evening, while we talked and laughed, the heat between us had been building, and I wanted nothing more than to take him to my place and make love to him all night. But the last thing this very sweet man would want was me leaping on him like a wild thing. I'd have to make patience my watchword and wait until he was ready for me to make a move. If he ever was.

"Elio?" Lane stood in his open doorway, one hand on the knob, a look of doubt in his beautiful blue eyes. "Would you like to come in?"

"Yes." The word was out before I could even consider whether it was smart. Or what he was inviting me in for. "I'd love to." For any reason.

"Okay." He smiled, and the doubt disappeared. "I think I have some wine."

"Wine sounds good." I followed him into the kitchen where he pulled a bottle of white from the refrigerator. He turned to face me, and I couldn't help myself. I just wrapped an arm around his waist and pulled him in for the kiss I'd been planning to give him at the door. Only, instead of a good-night version, this was something else entirely. His lips parted under mine, a moan emerging as our tongues tangled.

Hips locked together, my erection was no secret. But then neither was his. Still, just because we were hard for one another was no reason to assume he wanted me to take him to bed, but when we parted to breathe, I cupped his chin, stroking the barely scruffed skin. "Lane, I think you know where this is going. But it doesn't have to unless you want it."

He breathed through parted, swollen lips, eyes heavy-lidded. "I want you."

"I can't promise to be a daddy for you. I barely understand what I might need to do that or if I could." Studying his sexy face, I wished I could promise him anything and deliver, but despite my bad picking in the past, I'd never been deliberately dishonest.

"I don't need you to be what you're not. But I do need you to be okay that I'm little."

I kissed him on the nose. "More than okay. But is it all right if I find you adorable like this, too?"

He linked his arms behind my neck and leaned in for another kiss, one I was happy to give. And this time, we didn't stop to breathe until we found ourselves in his bedroom with our shirts halfway off. I kicked the door closed because Cat-terine did not need to see what we were up to. She'd dragged her towel into the living room from where Lane said it was usually by his dresser, and sacked out, sound asleep.

"You smell so good," I told him, nuzzling the base of his throat. "I need to see if you taste even better."

His groan had me dropping to my knees. He braced himself on my shoulders as I opened his zipper and pushed his pants and undershorts to his knees. I'd expected him to be large from our little bump and grind in the kitchen, and my expectations were more than met. Opening my mouth, I took him inside, gliding my tongue around the head, saltiness hitting my palate. The clean scent of soap from the shower he must have taken before our date filled my nose, along with a hint of muskiness that made me wild. I took him deeper then withdrew until he whimpered and grabbed my head, making no secret of wanting me to suck him off.

Luckily, I liked the idea, too.

The room was dim, just enough light filtering through the window from a streetlight outside for me to be able to see what I was doing and who I was doing it to. Head bobbing, I brought him into my throat and then out so only the head remained in my mouth. Using teeth, lips, and tongue, I sucked and nibbled, and licked. He wobbled but kept those hands braced, and I liked the edge having to stay standing would be giving him. Dipping my hand, I palmed his balls and gently squeezed.

"Ohhhh," he moaned a second before his hot cum spurted into my mouth. I closed my lips tight, not wanting to let any of it escape, and drank him down while he swayed on his feet. When the very last drop disappeared down my throat, I eased back and released him from my mouth then stood, slowly. "That was—"

"Yes, it was." I didn't have a word for it, either. "Let's get you the rest of the way undressed, now. I want to be skin to skin with you."

He nodded.

"Hold on to me and step one foot at a time out of your pants, okay?"

"Okay, D-Elio."

I wondered for a moment if he was saying what I thought he was, but it didn't really matter at this moment, and once I had him out of his clothes, I turned my attention to mine and moved a lot faster. Skin to skin would be amazing, was amazing, but I had to make one exception for now at least. Fishing in my pants pocket, I found a condom. "Lube?"

"Nightstand," he said, sitting on the side of the bed. "How do you want me?"

I turned from where I was opening the drawer. "I want to see those beautiful eyes."

"On my back, then." He grinned and flopped backward, his butt right at the edge of the mattress. "I want to see your eyes, too."

I tore the condom packet with my teeth and pulled it out then rolled it over my throbbing cock. It was supposedly lubed, and it probably would have been okay, but I always felt like a little extra slick made things better for everyone, especially at the start. Squeezing some in my palm, I coated the condom before turning my attention to prepping him. A dab on my fingers, and I was rubbing the slippery stuff around his needy hole. He whimpered and rocked his hips upward.

"No more waiting," he huffed. "Please, Elio, I need you."

Fingering his ass, I winked at him. "I want you to be ready for me, Lane. No rushing."

"I'm ready!" This time when he rocked, two fingers slipped inside. He was slippery and hot and tight and ready, and I did not argue.

Lifting his knees toward his chest, I fitted the head of my cock to his hole and gave a thrust. Easing back, I drove into him again, a little deeper this time, and then again and again, faster and faster. He surrounded me with his heat, and sooner than I would have liked, my balls tightened to my body. I gritted my jaw, not wanting to come yet, wanting to make it last for both of us, but he chose that moment to tighten his muscles, and my cum poured into the condom, leaving me wrung out and panting over him.

Exhausted. Happy. And worried. Could I be enough for him? I got up to get a washcloth to clean up the adorable sleepy man still lying on the bed and, while I was at it, brought Cat-terine and her towel back to the bedroom where we could all be together. She'd been away from her person long enough. "You're a good kitty, aren't you, Cat-terine?" I petted her silky head. "Such a sweet girl."