Page 30 of Resonance
Instead of answering my question, he asked one of his own. “Can you take it?”
I grinned and pressed a kiss to his tip. “We’ll see. Can you?”
“I—”
I didn’t let him get the rest out before I sucked him into my mouth, distantly aware of the perspiration raining from my temples and sliding down my back. I flicked my tongue against his head, licked up his shaft, and paused for a gauging look up at him. His teeth were clenched as tight as the fingers he’d curled around my shoulders, but he nodded at me and said, “Harder.”
“You can…” I reached for his hand and put it on the crown of my head. “Show me what you like.” I didn’t mean to whisper that. I’d definitely been hoping for more authority there, but it was just the way he was sprawled on the bench like some handsome king of the plains while I kneeled before him. It was overwhelming and entrancing at the same time, and my words had some kind of effect on him, because he let out an almost plaintive groan before weaving his fingers through the ends of my hair and guiding me back down on his cock.
I loved the power of his control, how I could feel the tension in his fingers as he urged me to take him deeper and then the release as he tugged me back up. The soft grunts and exhales, an occasional curse that let me know I was doing him right. I wasn’t about to kid myself that this was anything but pure lust and lucky timing coming to some rare mutual agreement, but I was going to enjoy every fucking second of it.
Dan’s hand drifted down to the nape of my neck and held tight through another wave of curses, and then abruptly, the pressure of his fingers tightened and he pulled me off, his breath coming in harsh rasps as he panted. Leaning around me, he stretched to shove the door to the sauna open.
Cool air rushed in and left a field of goose bumps rising over my shoulders as he eased back onto the bench.
“God knows I don’t need to have a heat stroke in here and you…” He seemed to change his mind about finishing that sentence midway through. “Up.”
I hopped to my feet, and Dan shoved the towel caught on his knee aside, then pulled me between his legs, sliding his hands up and down the slickness of my hamstrings to cup my ass and draw me closer. He kissed my hip bone and then dragged his lips across my skin until my cock gave a happy thump when it bumped against his cheek.
I watched him intently, waiting to see and then,yes, that sexy-as-hell mouth opened and he stared up at me as he traced his tongue along my shaft and head while I barely managed to suppress a shudder because holy mother of god, this kind of thing just didn’t happen for me. Ever. “Oh shit, Dan.” It felt so fucking good to say his name like that, half moan and half rapture the way it lived in my head when I’d fantasized about him before. I let out a quiet groan of pleasure, balling my hands into fists at my side so I wouldn’t yank him by the hair onto my dick. I wasn’t so sure how he’d feel about that.
“What do you like?” He ran his thumb in a meandering path just below my belly button, each twist and turn somehow shorting out my ability to take in a full breath.
“This. Everything. Anything. Please don’t ask because I won’t be able to stop talking. Please just—ohhhhhhhhhhhhh.”
His mouth closed around me and my words disintegrated in the wet heat. Pleasure left track marks of shivers as it moved in a wave through my groin. When I swayed, Dan tightened his hands on me, then dropped one lower, following my curves down to explore. I sighed as he wet his fingers and stroked my hole, massaging it until I was all but spearing myself on his fingertips.
Shutting my eyes, I let my head fall back and dissolved into the sensation of him all over my body. His hands, his mouth, the ends of his wet hair feathering across my bare skin. By the time I managed to open my eyes again, he’d released my cock and pulled me back onto his lap. I ground against him shamelessly while he fingered me and stroked us both with his other hand.
“You’re something else,” he groaned, forehead against my cheek. I loved how sexy that made me feel. Sexy was not in the lexicon of words I typically applied to myself. Goofy, clumsy, yet mostly confidently so—if one could be confident about their imperfections. But sexy… mmm, I liked how that felt.
The open door kept cool air rushing over my back, while my front was a furnace of Dan’s hands and fervent kisses working me into an erotic frenzy. The disparate sensations made me wild and wriggly under his touch.
He scraped his thumb over my tip, just enough to make me jolt, then soothed the light sting with a caress that sent my eyes rolling back. I rode the fingers in my ass, wrapping my arms around his neck, and he seized my mouth as our cocks nudged and rubbed against each other, hard and hot and achy.
“Fuck, I’m gonna…” I started, teetering and spinning around the edge of my orgasm. “Harder,” I whispered, and Dan pulled his fingers from me, guiding my ass up until he could lap the underside of my cock as I braced myself shakily on the bench behind him and pumped into the hand he wrapped around me.
A warning shudder ran through me and took root as he slid his fingers deep inside me once more and mercilessly stroked my prostate. Guiding me back and forth from within, he sucked on my balls and jacked me until I moaned in desperation.
The second he took me deep into the back of his throat, I came in an explosion of white behind my eyes. Dan milked me dry with his lips and hand, a moan vibrating against the head of my cock as it pulsed through my release until I started to go soft.
Limbs like jelly, I slid down his body. Dan slicked my hair from my forehead and kissed me deeply, my release still coating the lips and tongue that met mine. Hot, dirty, and so fucking sexy to taste myself on him. I came out of the post-orgasmic fog I’d slipped into and tugged the hairs on his chest, then sucked and licked the side of his neck until he groaned. “Let me finish you, too,” I begged. I didn’t care how. I would’ve put my ass in the air right then if he’d told me to.
Heat flared in Dan’s eyes as he gave his dick a few rough strokes, then nodded once. “On your knees.” His voice was gruff and hot with need, and he scooted to the edge of the bench as I sank down. His cock was swollen and livid, with a thick, glossy head that turned me inside out when I stuck the tip of my tongue out and licked over it.
“Gonna take it the way I give it to you?”
“Any way you want it.” I nodded, dazed and turned on by this dance between us that echoed our two-step back in the motel room. I stared up at him as he gripped the root of his cock and painted the head over my lips until I opened them and stuck out my tongue so he could rub it there, too. He threw one arm over the back of the bench, releasing his cock in favor of sinking his hand into the roots of my hair and arching into my mouth.
“Goddamn,” he grated out, accent thicker with lust.
My mouth went numb with the punishing thrusts, and my gaze was greedy, absorbing every flex of his hips that sent him closer to the edge. His thighs tensed and released, the ridges of his stomach hard and defined as he punched into me. His cock glided over my tongue, stuffed the back of my throat, and filled me full to choking. When I could tell he was about to lose it, I pushed his hips down onto the bench, gripped him tight, then closed my lips around his tip and jerked him hard and fast into my mouth until he was gasping.
His fingers found the back of my neck and closed around my nape as he let out a harsh rasp of air and came apart in hot, thick spurts.
“You taste so fucking good.” I moaned and licked him clean, then sucked my fingers afterward, swallowing every trace of him while his hungry gaze dimmed to sated and drowsy as it roamed me.
My knees hurt, but I didn’t care. All I could think about was that if this was what blowjobs were like with Dan, fucking was probably a phenomenal adventure.