Chapter 35

Daniel

S hawn’s tongue swept into my mouth, seeking out any remnants of his release. Okay, maybe I wasn’t so terrible at the whole blowing someone thing. He didn’t seem to mind how I’d done it.

My jaw ached, and I didn’t care, so when he pulled back, I chased his lips, wanting to savor his kiss. How was I so hopelessly drugged and addicted to him?

My cock still throbbed between my thighs and when Shawn’s palm wrapped around it, I cried out.

“You need some relief, babe?”

God, did I ever, but I’d started this intending to fuck him, not blow my load in his hand. His lazy strokes were enough to push me over the edge if he didn’t stop. I was on the precipice, ready to hurdle to release, but I knew what I wanted.

With a growl, I pushed Shawn to his back, crawling over him and settling between his spread legs once more. His chest heaved with labored breaths. He was flushed and his hazel eyes were swallowed by how wide his pupils were blown. He was gorgeous like this, and I hated it had taken until now for me to get to experience something like this.

“You have lube?” Mine was still packed away in my bag where I’d dropped it when we’d come inside. I wasn’t about to go back out there and grab it.

“What self-respecting man doesn’t? Top drawer.” He nodded to the bedside table, and I crawled over to open the drawer.

My face heated at what all was inside. There wasn’t just lube, but a wide variety of toys next to the bottle. Shawn chuckled when he noticed my hesitation.

“See something you like, babe? We can explore with those later. For now, get that sexy ass back over here and fuck me.”

A shiver peeled down my spine when my hand bumped a rather ominous-looking plug as I grabbed the bottle of lube. Were they supposed to have bumps on them like that? I’d never seen one like it before, not that I had any experience with toys. Sex had always been on the more vanilla side... if you counted sharing your best friend’s girlfriend as vanilla.

My hands shook with nerves as I opened the bottle and coated my fingers. Shawn spread his legs further and my eyes trailed to that shadowy place between them. I’d only ever dreamed of sinking in there. Sure, I’d had anal sex with Tilly, but this was what I’d really wanted. To have a man’s dick pressed to me as I fucked into his tight heat.

The bottle almost slipped from my hold as my thoughts got away from me. Before I knew it, I was leaning over Shawn once more. My breath stuttered out of me as my fingers slid over his balls and over his taint to find that puckered hole. My body lit up at the feel of the muscle clenching and unclenching around my fingertip. Shawn didn’t look worried at all. I’d been terrified when he’d gone to stretch me, but this wasn’t his first time, and I needed to remember that.

Our gazes locked and held as I pushed past the ring of resistance. Did it hurt? It had burned when he’d done it, but Shawn didn’t even flinch. Damn, I was overthinking this. He’d let me know if I was doing this wrong and it wasn’t like I hadn’t stretched an ass before. How different could a guy be from a girl?

When I was sure I wasn’t about to hurt him, I pressed a second digit to his opening. It slid in easily, and I got the first pinch of pain from his expression. Maybe Shawn wasn’t totally immune to it. What was different was when my fingers brushed against something spongy inside. His back arched from the bed as a loud ‘ Fuck ’ spilled from his lips.

I smirked. That had to be what had me seeing stars when he’d done it to me. So maybe guys were a little different after all. My fingers played with that spot again. Another few expletives fell from his mouth before I pressed a third finger to that tempting ring. He whimpered and to see Shawn Stevens falling apart for me was something different. It gave me a sense of power I’d never experienced before.

My hand moved against his ass, fingers pressing in over and over, stretching and prodding. I’d swipe against that pleasure spot every so often just to see him lose his damn mind. I wanted that power over him. It gave me the high I craved. But I wanted more. More than what sticking my fingers inside him could provide.

I pulled my hand away from him and reached for the bottle of lube again. Those same nerves were back as I poured a generous amount into my hand, letting it warm for a moment before coating my cock. I hissed as it was still too cold for my liking. It didn’t slow me down as I pumped my length, getting lost in the sensations. I would blow if I wasn’t more cautious, but I was a fucking goner. This was overwhelming and powerful. I was going to claim Shawn fucking Stevens.

“Daniel.”

I looked up. Shawn was watching me as I kept jacking myself. Oh, fuck, was I about to ruin everything and come like this? I wanted inside of him so damn bad, but I was dying here. I wanted to come.

“Babe. Fuck me. I need it.”

And that was it. That was all it took to snap me out of whatever spell I’d been under. My hand flew off my dick and wrapped around his throat, shoving him back again as I lined up at his hole. His eyes were wide, but I shoved inside.

This wasn’t me, but fuck, the sight of my hand on him like that? Something inside of me snapped. The feel of his heat surrounding the head of my cock… oh, God. My eyes rolled back. It was pure bliss. I was on the verge of exploding before I got all the way inside. Anal had always felt better. I loved how much tighter the pressure was. This wasn’t any different. Knowing who the hell I was dominating in this situation? It made it that much better.

My hand tightened on his neck. When Shawn’s eyes widened, maybe I was going too far. My hold loosened and my palm slid from his throat to his collarbone instead. My hips flexed, pushing my dick in further. God, this was fucking surreal. I was actually fucking him. Sinking inside and making this man mine. After so long of wanting to strangle him, it was now a different reason that my fingers itched to wrap around that neck. He hadn’t exactly objected, so my hand slid up one more time.

My fingers flexed against his throat as I continued to sink inside his tight ass until I was fully seated. Shawn’s eyes were glassy as his mouth sat slack in awe.

This was almost too much, but I didn’t dwell on it or give him much time to adjust. If those toys were any indication, Shawn was more experienced, and hopefully, he could handle this. My hips flexed on their own accord, slamming forward and backward as I set into the rhythm of fucking the man below me.

The room filled with the sounds of skin slapping skin. Harsh breaths and pants interspersed the slapping and sweat dripped from my temple as I slammed home again and again. My eyes dropped to where my cock slid in and out of Shawn and, fuck, that was it. I was a fucking goner. I couldn’t keep going.

Sparks shot up my spine as my vision blurred. A strangled “Oh, fuck” escaped me as I spilled my load into his ass. He clamped down hard around me as his sticky release coated my abs. I saw colors I didn’t even know existed.

When things finally settled down and I could focus on a single point on the ceiling without things fading in and out, I rolled to face Shawn. His eyes were closed, but he seemed like he was still trying to calm himself as well. Things had maybe gotten more intense than I’d intended.

“Shawn?” Now it was my turn to be concerned about him. The concern was short-lived when a grin spread across his face.

“Damn, babe. I didn’t know you had that in you, or this would have happened long before now.”

I laughed. “You forget it wouldn’t have. You know... that whole ‘hating you’ thing.”

The smile that had graced that gorgeous face vanished as soon as it appeared. Shawn rolled onto his side to face me. Those hazel eyes drew me in, and I wanted to kiss away any insecurity I might have just caused.

“Was it hate? I think you didn’t want to like me.”

I huffed a laugh, falling onto my back and staring at the ceiling again. It was like he’d figured me out. That I’d been fighting it the whole time.

“You were kind of an ass.”

He sighed. “I wasn’t trying to be. I’m not sure I know how to talk to people. Some of that isn’t my fault.”

What the hell was he talking about?

I rolled onto my side again, propping myself on my elbow to watch him. “What do you mean?” This seemed profound that Shawn was letting me into a part of him so few got to see.

“I’m just saying that I love my parents, but they weren’t always the best example of what a loving relationship looks like.”