Chapter 34

Shawn

T his was probably one of the stupidest things I’d ever done, but I couldn’t bring myself to turn the car back on and take Daniel to his own place. No. If he was mine, I was all in. And now it was time to see just how all in he was as well.

Daniel carried his bag in his left hand and the box with Nacho in it tucked under his right arm. At some point during the drive, the kitten had fallen asleep, saving us from having to listen to him anymore. It would be wise to go out and get him some supplies, but I could always order them and have them delivered later.

“This is it,” I said, waving my arm to show the entry to the apartment as Daniel stepped inside and the lights clicked on.

It always felt so empty here, but it suddenly felt so much more like home now that he was here with me.

As if on cue, Nacho let out a cry. Daniel set down the box, and I shut the front door right as he lifted the lid. A small orange ball of fur poked its head out and looked around, taking in his new surroundings. He tentatively hopped from the box and started sniffing around. When Daniel stood, he jumped but settled when he saw it was only the two of us with him.

“Do you think he’s scared?”

I shrugged, coming up behind Daniel and wrapping my arms around his waist from behind. He leaned into me as I buried my nose in his neck and then placed a kiss against the skin. “He might be, but I’m more worried about you.”

Daniel hummed, hands holding onto my arms as we rocked from side to side. “I wouldn’t say I was scared. Unsure, maybe. But we’ll figure this out. That’s half the fun, isn’t it?”

I nipped at his neck, causing a shiver to race down his spine. “I can think of a lot more fun things.”

The way Daniel laughed made me feel so damn warm inside.

“What type of fun things were you thinking about?”

I let out a laugh, noting the small goosebumps that rose on Daniel’s neck as the air brushed past the damp skin.

“I don’t know. Things that require less clothing. No interruptions. Maybe the sight of you riding my dick.”

Another full-body shiver followed by a low moan. It was exciting to turn him on like that.

“And what if I like the idea of you riding me instead?”

My eyebrows rose. I wasn’t against it. And at this point, Daniel had fully been on the receiving end of things. If he wanted to experience being the giver, I wouldn’t deny him that. It wasn’t often that I allowed anyone enough trust to enter my body like that, but Daniel was different. I wanted him to be different.

“I think that can be arranged.”

Daniel spun in my embrace. He gasped when his hardened cock rubbed against my thigh. I loved that he wasn’t shy about this. Once he was out of his head, he took what he wanted and didn’t hesitate.

When his fingers dipped beneath the bottom hem of my shirt, I lifted my arms for him so he could pull it off. He held the material in his hands as his eyes trailed up and down my chest. “You know what’s not fair? You’re a cocky asshole, and it’s like you were made for it. How were you built so damn perfectly?”

I flushed under the compliment. “I’m far from perfect.”

Daniel shrugged, tossing the shirt over his shoulder as he moved deeper into my apartment. He found the hallway and wandered back, opening doors. When he found the bedroom, he slid inside, stopping to stare at the king-sized bed in the middle of the room.

“You really need something so big?”

It was my turn to shrug. “Probably not, but I’m tall. And if there’s an off chance of a partner in my bed...” Which didn’t happen very often. When you had parents who had money, people tended to use you for that and not because they actually liked you.

“You like your space. Noted. Although, don’t count on me giving you very much space tonight.”

“You better fucking not.” My fingers hooked into the belt loops of his jeans, pulling him in close again. Our lips sealed together and our tongues battled for dominance.

The remainder of our clothes came off in a hurry after that, a pile of jeans, socks, and underwear left unattended in the middle of the floor. When I fell back onto the bed, I pulled Daniel down on top of me. The feel of his heated skin against mine was perfection.

It was like a stranger had taken over Daniel’s body. He’d been bold, but this was an entirely different side of him. Placing a hand on my chest, he commanded me and pressed me into the mattress while his lips blazed a fiery trail down my chest. He stopped at my nipples, laving his tongue across them in slow circles before continuing his trek south.

Bliss. Pure, unadulterated bliss. It was the only way to describe how I felt when he paused at my navel, dipping his tongue inside. It should have tickled, but instead, it sent bolts of lust straight to my balls. There was no rushing his exploration. This was all about him and what he wanted to do.

Warm fingers wrapped around the base of my shaft, and my hips punched off the bed. Fuck, that felt amazing. The way Daniel’s hands fit around me perfectly only solidified that he was meant just for me and no one else. His face hovered above my cock as he blew air against the wet tip. My eyes slammed closed as sensations coursed through my system.

“Fuck, Daniel. What are you doing? Are you going to tease me or do something about it?”

He laughed at my frustration. “Would you relax? I’m just trying to figure out how the hell this thing ever fit in my mouth.”

I propped myself on my elbows, staring down at him. Those wide brown eyes blinked up at me. His hair was already a mess, like I’d sifted my fingers through it a million times, even when I’d barely touched him. But that was one of the things I loved about him. He was so perfectly untidy. Just begging to be messed up further.

“You open your mouth, and you suck. It’s not like it’s the first time you’ve done this.” I was back to being an ass. I knew that. He was being vulnerable by telling me he wasn’t sure how to approach this, but if I didn’t make a big deal out of it, maybe he’d relax and just go with the flow. I didn’t need him to blow me. Most people couldn’t. It had been a miracle that I’d been able to fuck him with minimal discomfort. It was one of those things. Everyone talks about wanting someone with a big dick until they actually encountered one. Then they’re sort of terrified of it. The difference was that I knew how to use the damn thing and how to take care of my partners so that I didn’t hurt them.

The smile that spread across Daniel’s face told me he didn’t think less of me for my statement. He leaned in close, his tongue peeking out and running along the length of my shaft. The pressure was gentle and made me hiss. It wasn’t nearly enough to satisfy, but I would be patient.

Damn.

I wanted to feel how good his mouth was around me again.

I didn’t have to wait long. Those pouty lips opened wide and wrapped around my tip. My eyes rolled back as he rolled his tongue through the pool of pre-cum that sat in the slit and focused his attention there. Oh shit, this guy hadn’t ever given head before? I found that hard to believe. My hips struggled not to thrust. The heat of Daniel’s mouth was inviting, tempting, and heavenly.

My fingers slipped into that deep brown hair as he sucked and swirled his tongue. It didn’t matter that I wasn’t that deep; I was the most sensitive around the head anyway, so it was as if he’d found my perfect pleasure point and went to town.

Daniel’s mouth slid lower, a strained gagging sound leaving his throat. I wanted to shove him off and make sure he was okay, but he pulled back and did it again. Then again. Oh, fuck. He loved it. Looking down, those wide doe eyes were watering, but looking right at me as he kept doing it over and over.

My toes curled into the sheets, my entire body pulling tight as my orgasm pooled in my groin. Did he want it? “Want to taste me, babe? Because if you don’t stop, I’m about to shoot my load down that pretty little throat of yours.”

He didn’t stop, doubling his efforts and wrapping his fist around my base. His gag was louder as he lowered his head even further down my length. Shit, he really didn’t need to do that, but if he wanted it that way, I wouldn’t stop him.

There was a sharp tingle that raced up my spine. I choked out, “Coming,” before unloading into the waiting mouth of Daniel fucking Morgan. Oh, fuck.

He swallowed eagerly, pulling off and wiping his mouth to remove the excessive drool. His lips were swollen and red. When he spoke, it sounded like he’d rubbed his vocal cords with sandpaper... or maybe just my dick.

“Please tell me I didn’t suck at that?”

I grabbed his wrist, causing him to yelp. I pulled him in close and kissed him.