Page 27 of Promised Secret (Promises, Promises #3)
I speared my tongue to get further inside him, and his soft pucker spread for me with ease. I took the invitation and tried to get my tongue further inside.
The wet sounds of my lapping filled the room along with Dan’s shallow breaths. I stretched his cheeks to gain wider access, and soon Dan’s moans joined the chorus.
His hole twitched around my mouth as his moans increased. He finally let my head carry his full weight as he just sat there and took everything I gave him.
My cock bounced on my abs at how much Dan was enjoying this. When I thought this couldn’t get sexier, Dan started rocking his hips. He stopped worrying and didn’t take me into consideration. He just used me for his own pleasure.
There was a pile of precum on my stomach with how fucking turned on I was at being used like this. I lay there, worked my tongue harder than I ever had before, and tasted the way Dan just melted under my attacks.
He was above me, but I currently held all the power. That was until he bent over and took my aching cock in hand. I gasped for breath when I felt his wet mouth surround me and put me at his mercy.
I pushed him up just enough to glance down my body to catch his eyes. Dan was watching me over his shoulder as he worked me in his mouth. I didn’t know how he managed it with his mouth full of me, but he fucking smirked.
There was a challenge in his expression that egged me on. My lips returned to his hole, sucking and licking like my life depended on it. Pleasuring him was the one area I wasn’t going to let Dan one-up me on.
With the way Dan was using his mouth to work me, I knew I was running against the clock. So instead of taking my time to memorize him with only my tongue, I played all my cards.
Dan moaned around my cock when I fondled his balls, but the walls of his throat absolutely trembled as I pressed the sensitive spot on his taint and dragged my finger to meet my tongue.
I’d made his hole so wet that the first finger slipped in without much resistance. Dan rocked his hips again and ground down on my finger.
“More,” Dan moaned, letting my dick slip out of his mouth. His hot breath brushed against my shaft, growing hotter the louder his moans became. I listened to his command and slipped in another digit.
Without any lube and only my spit to glide the way, it was a snug fit. His walls squeezed so tightly around me, I was scared I might be hurting him. I wanted to pull out and grab the lube, but Dan rocked his body and made my digits slide deeper inside of him.
“Feels good,” Dan breathed. The needy noise that came from his throat almost ended me. I would do anything to keep him sounding like that all night. How could someone be this sexy?
“Want more,” Dan whimpered when his hole completely swallowed my two digits. I knew three without any lube would be an uncomfortable stretch, so I used my free hand to reach for the bottle in his nightstand drawer.
My fingers bent inside of him and came across something soft and rubbery. When I rubbed against it, Dan moaned so loud, he might as well have been screaming. He lost all strength in his legs, and his upper body collapsed over me with his ass still lifted in the air.
“Shit, are you okay?” I asked, worried that I’d somehow hurt him. I tried to pull my fingers out of his hole, but his butt ground down and shoved them back inside.
“Don’t!” he pleaded and arched his back to rub the pad of my fingers on that rubbery spot again.
“Feels so good,” he moaned, now thoroughly fucking himself onto my fingers.
Every downward swing of his hips had his ass cheeks slapping against my face, but I wasn’t going to complain. Not when Dan was enjoying himself so much that his entire body was trembling.
I might not be experienced with sex between men, but I knew what the prostate was. Jones and Dan had talked about it enough over the years that I’d started to believe it was some magical button men possessed. Now, seeing Dan like this, a mess of want and need, I realized my thoughts must be true.
How would it feel to rub my cock against it? Would Dan enjoy it as much as he enjoyed my fingers?
I wanted to find out. I wanted to ram into that little bundle of nerves until Dan came apart speared on my hard cock.
Dan let out a sobbing plea when I pulled my fingers out of him.
“Need lube. Want inside you,” I told him, keeping my words short and simple. With how breathless I felt from this erotic stimulation, I’d probably pass out if I tried to form more words.
Dan made a noise that I took to mean he agreed. He turned his body around so that he was facing me again. I’d just grabbed the bottle when Dan attacked me with his mouth and stole the last of my breath with his kisses.
I was thoroughly on the brink of passing out when Dan finally pulled away with a moan. It didn’t matter that I could breathe again. Oxygen was useless when I was met with the sight of Dan fingering himself.
“Hurry.”
His order was another breathy moan that had me twisting the lube cap open with so much force it flew past my fingers and fell somewhere over the bed. I’d have to look for it later, because I certainly couldn’t focus on anything else besides the incubus before me.
I must have been dazed by his seductiveness for much longer than I realized, because Dan had suddenly snatched the bottle of lube from my grip. He poured a generous amount over my throbbing cock.
The coolness of the lube coming into contact with my hot erection had me hissing at the sudden change in temperature. I didn’t even have time to acclimate before Dan grabbed the base of my cock and positioned it between his cheeks.
He surely couldn’t be thinking about putting it in right away, could he? I didn’t even get to open him up properly yet.
Dan’s hot eyes locked on mine, and his face twisted with lust as he did exactly what I feared.
“Fuck! Dan, you’re going to hurt yourself,” I gritted through my teeth when he’d already forced half my length inside of him. If I hadn’t stopped his hips in place, he’d probably take me in all the way to the hilt in one swift motion if I’d let him.
“C’mon, Clay,” Dan breathed and wiggled his hips as much as he could with me restricting his movements. Even just the tiniest motion felt like I was rocketed straight into heaven. There was no way I could last once I got all the way inside of him.
“Want you,” he said so seductively. His palms found my chest again as his fingers weaved through the hair there. “Need you.”
If I thought being partially inside of him was already good, it was nothing compared to when Dan’s walls squeezed my girth. He did something that had his hole pulsating around me, like it was trying to suck me up.
The pleasure was nothing like I’d ever felt before, and I was squeezing my eyes shut to try to calm myself. Dan used my moment of weakness to spear himself completely on my cock.
Our moans echoed in the room and blended together in harmony.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I chanted when Dan composed himself enough to start rocking his hips. All I could do was try my fucking best to keep it together and watch the beautiful scene he was putting on for me.
“You’re going to be the death of me,” I whispered.
Dan smirked and angled his hips to continue bouncing. It didn’t take long for Dan to find his favorite spot, and the noises that came out of his mouth afterward had me tipping over the edge before I even knew what was happening.
I bucked my hips and came so hard my vision clouded. Everything turned blurry except Dan, who was as clear as always.
He ground his hips in a way that dragged his length over my abs, and then he was coming, too. I caught a glimpse of his cum painting my stomach before he fell over me, took my lips, and kissed me until our breathing calmed.
“You’re mine,” I told him again. I brushed our lips together. “And I’m yours. If being together is wrong, then so be it. I’ll keep living our truth until the world has no choice but to acknowledge us.”
“I think that’s the most beautiful thing anyone’s ever said to me,” he said with a sniffle. His body was limp and cozy on top of me.
“If it makes you happy, I’ll repeat it to you every day for the rest of our lives.”
Dan was teary-eyed, but I didn’t think the emotions came from sadness. He looked thoroughly relaxed from the orgasm and my softened dick that was still inside of him. There was something calm about him.
Peaceful.
I kissed his lids, and a salty tear slipped past my lips. Happy tears were the only kind I ever wanted to taste from him. And I promised I’d do everything in my power to make sure it stayed that way.