Page 29 of Free Fall
Until now. Now I can never forget.
Dan’s hazel eyes are burning hot, eating me up with his gaze as greedily as he’d eaten my asshole. My cock is neglected between our bodies, straining toward him and getting no contact. I guess because he’s not a cock man? But I can’t bring myself to give a shit when I’m losing it like this from being fucked like a goddamn rag doll. As if I’m not six feet tall. As if I’m not a grown man. Dan fucks me like I’m tiny, and he’s going to break me with his dick.
I convulse again but this time the pleasure doesn’t release, it just intensifies and grows. My cock goes harder than ever, and my balls tighten so much I feel woozy. I pull air in and out of my nose, sounding like a racehorse, and sweating like one too. I want to come, but I can’t get there. I twist my hands around and struggle against Dan’s grip on my wrists, trying to fight this orgasm out of my body. Dan releases me, but bats my hands away from my cock when I go right for it.
“Shh,” he says, pushing my hands to my sides and stopping his thrusting. “Shh, now. Don’t touch yourself.”
His voice is throaty, deep, and rough, and it feels like it’s stroking over my skin, running its vibrations over my cock, and I cry out, wanting to come so badly I can taste it.
“I’m going to take your gag off,” Dan says, and I barely hear him as I hang there on the edge of orgasm—so close and yet so far.
He leans over and flicks some kind of safety and pulls the gag from my mouth. Strings of spit slide over my cheeks as he tosses it aside, and then he leans down to capture my lips with his.
Jolting in shock, Iexplodein pleasure as his tongue slides over mine, a sudden brutal orgasm stealing my sanity. I shout into his mouth, my body pulsing around his dick still shoved so deep inside. My jizz flies over my stomach, up to his chest, into my hair, and all over the sheets. Dan kisses me through it, holding on to my chin and eating my wails of bliss.
Then he thrusts twice, grunts in that deep, almost soundless way he has when he comes, and jolts hard against me. He stops kissing me as he climaxes, but he nuzzles my tear-and-saliva-wet cheeks, rubs his face in my hair, and kisses my neck, almost wallowing in my body as his prolonged orgasm shakes him. I’m still shaking too, with hard little aftershocks that stun me.
“Holy fuck,” he whispers as it finally ends. “You are the best fuck I’ve ever had.”
“Same.” I can’t say more. I’m at my wits’ end because I don’t think Dan can be a seahorse, but he’s definitely someone I can’t just walk away from now. At least not this part of him. Becausethispart of Dan makes me feel like I’m a universe being born and he’s my maker.
And that’s terrifying.
And beautiful.
I want to fuck him for years.
As he pulls himself out of my body, leaving me empty and a little sore, I only know one thing: I need more of him, as much as I can get.
Unbelievably, after only a short rest and some water, as well as some sweet words of praise from Dan for what he calls my “unholy fucking skills,” I get more.
This time we sixty-nine our way to less intense, but still wonderful orgasms, before he smears liniment from the first aid kit over my hole and collapses next to me.
“It was great fucking you, Doc,” he says. “You can stay and rest a while if you want.” And he promptly falls asleep.
Feeling unsure of how to feel about what he’s said—so dismissive and lacking intimacy after what we’ve just shared, what he’s given me, and what I’ve let him have in return, I lie next to him, listening to his breathing. I consider getting dressed to go, but before I can, Dan throws an arm around my waist, and presses his entire body tight against my side.
So… I stay.
*
Dan
I wake tothe ping of a phone alert, but it’s not my phone because my notifications tone is different. I blink my eyes open and see a mass of black hair sliding over a sleek, naked back as Sejin reaches for his jeans and fishes his cell phone out of his back pocket.
“Oh,” he says in a cute combination of sleepy and happy. “It’s a VLive notification.”
“Mm.” I flip onto my back and gaze at him as he clicks something on his phone, and then scoots back against the padded van wall, yawns attractively and eyes his screen. The tinny sound of voices speaking another language reaches me through his phone speakers.
“Is it okay if I watch?” he asks. “I missed the last one.”
I yawn too, and sit up a little, curious about how it is that I’ve apparently let some man, this man in particular, sleep over in the van with me. Did I ask him to? I can’t remember. I justremember coming three glorious times after a long, hard day of climbing, not to mention that brutal fall, and after busting that last sweet nut into Sejin’s hot mouth just…sort of falling asleep.
Damn, it’d been good, though. I remember that much for sure. The best I’ve ever had. The way he moans and moves, the way he shivers and writhes, the way his asshole tastes and flutters against my tongue when I eat him…
Damn.
I really don’t think last night is going to be enough. I’m going to need to fuck him again.