Page 17

chapter seventeen

When I wake, Dare’s lying on his side facing me. He’s got his mouth wide open, and there’s a long string of drool dripping down his face, dangling from his chin. God help me, I must be just as deranged as him, because that drool is a part of him, and I want every part of Darren Matthews. Collecting it with my finger, I bring it to my lips and lick it clean.

Jesus.

I shell my tongue around my finger, wanting to make sure I got every stray droplet. Closing my eyes, I let out a purr like a kitten. Darren clears his throat, and my cheeks feel like they’re scalding. When I open my eyes, he’s staring hungrily at me.

“Good morning,” I say, hoping he didn’t see what I was just doing. His arched eyebrow tells me I’ve had no such luck.

“Did you just drink my drool?”

I swallow nervously before looking away. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Oh, I think you do,” he teases, and now he’s moving closer, not stopping until he’s above me, straddling my lap and pinning me to the mattress. “Did it taste good?”

I shake my head. “You’ve got terrible morning breath. You always have.”

He rolls his eyes. “That, Father Daddy, is an outright lie.”

“You’ve stayed the night at our house enough for me to know better than anyone. Your mouth always smells like you’ve been chewing skunk-flavored bubblegum all night.”

He gapes at me, and for a second, it looks like he might slap me. Then, the corner of his lips curl. “I won’t stand for slander, Daddy.” He playfully nips at my neck before kissing a trail up my jaw, ending it with a gentle kiss on the side of my face. His nose touches mine, and we’re inches apart. “Open your mouth.”

“Why?”

“I’m going to prove you’re lying.”

“And how do you plan to do that? Your mouth is right in front of my nose. It smells godawful.” Alright, maybe that’s an embellishment, but I know it’s getting under his skin, and I kind of like when Dare gets angry. He gets this beautiful splash of pink across his cheeks, and the glare he normally gives is enough to put the fear of God into an atheist. He’s giving me that look now, and the sight of it makes my cock stiffen. I know he feels it, because it’s right between his cheeks, and neither of us are wearing any underwear.

Darren stares at me, waiting for me to follow his order. As my cock twitches against him, I open my mouth wide, allowing whatever it is he wants to do.

Puckering his lips, he lets a string of saliva dangle above my open mouth. Holy Hell, is he going to spit in my mouth? And why the hell does the mere thought of taking him into me that way feel like an awakening.

“Give it to me,” I growl, digging my nails into his sides. I don’t know where this newfound bad boy is coming from, but I love the way my commanding tone makes my boy shudder. “I won’t tell you again. That belongs to me.”

He sucks the string of saliva back into his mouth. “Nope. Mine, mine, mine.”

God help me, I have no idea why I do it, but I lift my hand to his throat and squeeze. Not tight enough to hurt him, just tight enough to let him know I’m here. “I said, give it to me, Darren. It doesn’t belong to you. Not anymore.”

With a whimper, he opens his mouth and lets it fall toward me again, and this time, he licks his lips, breaking the contact it has with his mouth, freefalling into mine. I catch it hungrily, letting it rest on my tongue. Without thought, I reach behind and squeeze his ass, my fingers dangling into his crack.

“So,” he whispers, arching into my touch. “What’s the verdict? Do I still smell like I’ve been chewing stinky, skunky bubblegum?” With his spit still lingering in my mouth, I realize it’s not nearly as bad as I was expecting, but I’m not going to tell him that.

“It tastes like gum disease and poor life choices.”

He scowls at me and it’s probably the most beautiful sight I’ve ever seen. “Hate you so fucking hard.”

I drag my finger against his hole, making him tremble. “Is that right?” I smirk at him.

“Hate you forever,” he moans.

I slip my finger inside, but without lube, I doesn’t make it far. That’s okay. All I need is this connection. A single moment with our bodies bonded. The way he’s writhing on my fingertip makes it look like the act alone is enough to push him over the edge. Good Lord. Does it really feel that good to have someone slipped inside you? “Do you like that, baby?”

He arches his back, taking another inch of my finger. “You feel incredible. It’s not just your finger. It’s you. Having you inside me. It makes me feel safe. Loved.” As he speaks, his eyes close, and he gently rocks back and forth, taking more each time until he’s swallowed me to the knuckle.

“Did it feel good when I . . . you know.”

“When you fucked me?” he asks, but I really wish he wouldn’t use that word. It’s so vulgar and he’s my good boy. My precious boy. Then again, he works for a hitman agency and he has been breaking and entering into my house every night for months.

“Yeah. Did it hurt?”

“A little, but then you hit my magic button and I was a goner.”

It makes me wonder what it would feel like to have Dare inside me. Slowly sliding his below-average cock in and out, claiming me. Marking me from the inside out. “Dare,” I whisper, too scared to say what I’m thinking.

He bites his bottom lip and stares down at me like he’s trying to read the writing on my face. My boy must be able to read every line, because a surprised smile settles on his face. “Are you trying to ask me to fuck you?”

My cheeks are scalding, but I don’t let the embarrassment hold me back. “Yeah.”

“Ask and you shall receive, Daddy.”

He kisses his way down my jaw, then my chest, pausing at my nipples. He takes the left one into his mouth and gives it a little tug. Next, he turns his attention to the one on the right, flicking his tongue back and forth. As he does, he reaches down and caresses my bare cock.

“Jesus, Dare,” I rasp.

“Love you,” he whispers, journeying lower with his lips. It’s clear where he’s heading, so I pull back the blanket, revealing my aching prick. There’s pre-cum pouring from the tip, getting his fingers nice and slick. When he reaches my pubes, he presses his nose right against me, inhaling deeply, devouring my scent. God, Darren has no right to look this sexy.

When he reaches my cock, he gently swipes his tongue across the flesh. Another lick, but this time he begins at the base and works his way up, making my cock look massive. Even once it’s done and he has his hand wrapped around it, a good portion of my shaft is untouched. He stares hungrily at it, and with the hand not holding onto me, he curls his fingers around his little cock, stroking slowly.

“Darren,” I say, my voice firm. When he looks up at me, he seems dazed. “Put yours against mine. I want to see who is bigger.”

His foggy haze lifts, and left in its place is judgment and a scowl. “It’s blatantly obvious that you have the bigger penis. Why the hell do we need to compare them?”

“Do it,” I insist, and when my cock throbs in his hand, his eyes widen.

“You like this, don’t you?” His hand slides slowly up my shaft, grip intensifying when he reaches the head, milking a bead of pre-cum from the slit. He leans down and licks it away, eyes locked on mine. “Being so much bigger than me.”

A growl rattles in my throat, and I surprise us both when I add, “Right now, Darren. I won’t ask you again.”

With rosy cheeks, he positions himself against me, his little cock dwarfed by my third leg. Okay, maybe third leg is a little generous, but compared to his, it feels accurate. His dick is half the size of mine, and I reach down, wrapping my hand around both, slowly stroking up and down.

“I think it’s pretty clear,” Dare finally says, removing his hand from our shafts, breaking contact. I kind of want to demand he put his hand back so we’re connected, but he taps my thigh and smiles. “Legs to your chest.” I lift them, just like he asked, because the proud smile he gives me makes me want to follow any order he gives me. With my thighs against my chest, my entire crack is on display, and he’s staring at it with wide, hungry eyes. “You don’t know how many times I’ve stroked myself thinking about this.”

“Yeah?”

He nods. I’m guessing the way I’ve left him speechless means reality is just as good as his fantasy. He swipes a finger slowly up my crack, then circles my entrance, ripping a low, throaty moan out of me. His fingers are coated in pre-cum, and when he applies pressure with one, it slides right in. I don’t know what the heck he’s doing in there, but his finger hits something that leaves me seeing stars on the ceiling. I moan again, louder this time, ignoring the sound of Mal screaming, “Knock it off,” from her room beneath ours.

Ours.

God. That’s what it feels like, doesn’t it? Like this small space belongs to us. Like it’s always been his, because I’ve always been his. Because I have. Maybe not the same way I belong to him now, but I still belonged. Darren Matthews is the only place I’ve ever belonged.

“Fuck me,” I whisper, my breath hitching as the f-word leaves me. It feels good to say. Naughty, almost. Like Dare might pull me over his knee and spank me black and blue. Is it kind of weird that I want to let him? What we’re doing now—changing the power dynamic between us by my sweet surrender—makes me realize why he enjoys the way I take care of him. Lying in our bed, offering myself to him, trusting him with this monumental moment, makes me feel safe. It makes me feel loved. “Please? I need you.”

His breathing is ragged as he stares down at my hole. “We’ll get there. There’s something I need to do first.”

“What?”

He licks his lips. “I’m going to eat your ass. Then I’m going to fuck you.” My heart races. The thought of Dare going downstairs, tasting an area that’s never been tasted, makes my cock surge, and it isn’t lost on him. “That’s right, baby. I’m going to get you nice and wet, and then you’re going to ride my cock.” He leans closer, his tongue extended, and then, connection. He starts at the peak of my valley, right above my ass. As he drags it forward, it feels like a broken seatbelt hanging out the door, sparking bigger and brighter the longer it drags against pavement. He’s got one hand on my stomach, reaching desperately for mine. Once I weave our fingers, it’s like he’s been given the kiss of life, because his tongue works overtime on my entrance, circling and probing like it’s trying to get in there. Oh, God. He wants to fuck me with his tongue. Just the thought is enough to push me over, and as I feel release nearing, my eyes bulge. He’s not even touching it.

“I’m gonna come,” I whisper, just as surprised as Darren when he looks up.

“What? Fuck. Miles, no, we only just—”

I should be cringing because he’s going to think I’m a one-pump chump, but I’m not. I’m so rocked with pleasure, I can barely see straight. With my free hand. I curl my fingers around my cock and aim it at his face. “Oh, God, Dare. Here it comes!” One moment he’s staring at me with confusion and amazement slathered across his face, and the next, my cum drenches him, leaving almost no skin untouched. Christ. I’ve never come so hard in all my life, and it isn’t stopping. I must shoot at least ten jets right at him. He isn’t pushing me away, he’s smiling. My good boy. My sweet boy, wearing Daddy’s load.

As my orgasm wanes, I lie back, reveling in the afterglow. He must think we’re done here, because he moves a few inches back. I’m not done. We’re just getting started. To get the point across, I lift my knees to my chest again, offering myself to him.

“Fuck me, Dare. I still want it.”

His knees wobble, and I worry he’s about to topple to the floor, but he steadies himself. “Really?”

“Yeah. Really.”

Nodding, he drags a hand down his cum-drenched face, collecting every drop. My dick roars to life as he spreads my cooling cum all over his little cock. Once he’s nice and slick, he collects the last bit of cum from his cheek and coats his finger with it. Pressing against my entrance, he slides in with ease, making me moan. He fingers me for a while, eventually adding a second to the mix, scissoring me open.

“Please,” I whine in a voice I’ve never heard before. “Dare-bear, please.”

“Look at you,” he rasps, staring down at me like I’m a cheap whore. Good. I’ll be his Whore of Babylon any day. “You’re fucking aching for it, aren’t you.”

“God, yes,” I cry, arching into his touch, bearing down to take his fingers deeper. He must know how much I need it, because my boy gives me a smile as he inches forward, angling his cock at my hole.

“I’m negative,” he says, but he doesn’t need to say it, because Dare would tell me if we had any need for protection. I trust him with my life.

“Me too. I mean, I guess I am. I donated blood last year and they didn’t tell me I had anything. I haven’t slept with Mal in . . .” I pause, trying to remember. “Gosh, I don’t even remember. It must’ve been five years, at least. We probably should have talked about this last time we did this. I'm sorry, baby. I let you down.”

Darren presses the head of his dick against my hole and smiles. “Wouldn't care if you had contagious gangrene. I'd catch chlamydia if you asked me to, sir.”

I scowl at him. “Well, that's just irresponsible and downright dangerous.” He spanks me on my ass, but all it does is sends a shiver down my spine. “Bad boy. That's a bad, bad boy.”

He giggles a little, and it's enough to bring me back to the moment with him. Cupping my face, he soothingly assures, “If it hurts, you need to let me know so I can stop. I won't hurt you if I can help it, but you have to let me know if I do, Daddy.”

I don’t have the heart to remind him that his little four-or-five-inch engine-that-could is more likely to tickle me than leave me screaming in agony. Surprisingly, that’s exactly what happens. The moment the head is in, I let out a loud groan that makes it sound like he’s shredding my insides. Jesus. It feels so big. He’s just a little guy, but it feels massive. It isn’t agony like I imagined, though. There’s pain, but there’s also an undertone of undeniable pleasure to it. He stops, probably thinking he’s killing me, but I quickly shake my head.

“Keep going. It’s good, I think.”

“You think?” he questions, arching an eyebrow.

“Well, I don’t know, Darren. I’ve never done this before. I can’t tell if it’s pleasure or pain, but I want to find out.”

Darren nods before continuing his movement, rolling his hips, fucking into me. Each inch feels like a mile, and when his pubes finally touch my cheeks, we stare into each other’s eyes, dumbfounded.

“I’m in,” he whispers, staring down in disbelief. When he looks back up at me, his smile is as wide as I’ve ever seen it. He looks so dang proud of himself, and I’m just as proud of him.

I press my hand against his heart. “I love you. I’m in love with you. You know that, don’t you?”

“Daddy.” His jaw trembles, but no, we won’t be doing that.

“Yeah, little guy. Daddy’s here.”

He slowly pulls out before reentering, and though it defies all logic, it feels like his shaft has doubled in girth. His four-or-five inches feel like heaven, unending pleasure that I want to feel for eternity. Topping Darren was phenomenal, but I don’t think I’ve ever felt anything as good as this. It’s like taking his cock is what I was born to do. Like I was born to be his submissive Daddy.

“So good,” I rasp, raking my fingers through his hair. I pull him closer to me, touching our lips as the speed of his thrusts increase. Each time he touches the base, his tongue slips past my lips, then retreats alongside his cock. He’s got them timed together perfectly, providing little pops of pleasure before taking it all away. The push and pull of it all has me seeing stars, and I’m matching his thrusts, not giving a damn about the loud slaps of skin on skin echoing through the room. Our walls are paper thin, so I know Mal must be able to hear us, but I don’t care. Right now, Dare is seconds from coming. I can see it in his eyes. They’ve gone hooded, and they’re fluttering back in his head as he lets out these low, feminine whimpers that are doing things to me I can’t even describe. His cock drills over and over, the ache exquisite as he claims me with a kiss.

“I don’t think I’ll last much longer,” he whines, slamming his little cock all the way to the base before pulling out and doing it again.

“Me too,” I admit, because even though I came less than five minutes ago, I’m harder than I’ve ever been, leaking pre-cum against his stomach. He nods, crouching lower until my cock is wedged between our abs, the pressure pressing down like a vise. Each of his thrusts drag me closer and closer to the edge with him.

I know what’s on the other side of that ledge. A sudden drop into the flames of Hell.

Maybe we were born to burn. If that’s the case, we’ll burn brighter than every star in every sky. Before, the thought might have terrified me, but those days are gone. I gave the first half of my life to God. I’m giving forever to my boy.

With a final surge, his dick twitches inside me, and warmth spreads inside like milky tea. The moment it happens, I clench around him, my cock firing between our chests.

“Oh, God,” he cries. “Miles!”

I pull him to me, slamming our lips together, shoving my tongue as far into his mouth as I can get it. His cock continues coming for a solid fifteen seconds, and the entire time, he’s whining and whimpering into my mouth.

Darren falls against me, pinning me down. We lie like this, our hearts beating in time, his head resting against my chest.

“I’m sorry,” I whisper, combing my fingers through his hair. “I’m sorry I shut you out. I got scared.” He looks up at me with sleepy eyes, but he doesn’t say anything. “I’m weak, Dare. I can’t promise I’m never going to freak out on you again, but I want this. I want to build a life with you.”

His jaw trembles a bit, but my big, brave buddy pushes past his emotions and tilts his head, giving me a gentle kiss. “I want to build a life with you too.” He traces his thumb across my eyebrow. “What does a life with me look like? If your dad hadn’t forced you into following in his footsteps and you could do anything you ever wanted, what would you want to do?”

I have to stop and think about it, because I’ve never taken the time to dream. What was the point? I was always going to end up exactly where I am now. From birth, ever since my father drew a crucifix on my forehead with anointing oil as soon as I exited the womb, I was groomed into becoming this version of me. Miles Brooks: Husband, pastor, child of God. Dreaming would have meant hoping, and hope will only ever break your heart. But here, in our sacred space, with Darren’s heart thumping rapidly against my chest, I allow myself the moment.

“I want to write,” I admit. “I know it’s not a lucrative career, but it’s what I love most in the world.”

His smile widens. “Okay. Done.”

I cock an eyebrow. “What?”

“Done,” he repeats. “Even if Meadows fires me, I’ve got dirt on him. He’ll give me a stellar reference at the least. Like I said earlier, I’ve got enough put away that we won’t have to worry about rent or bills for a while.”

“I can’t just live off you, Dare. I would feel like a mooch. I’m the Daddy here, I’m supposed to be the one who provides.”

“You already provide everything I need.” Rolling off me, he curls up at my side and places a hand over my heart. “You give me love. You give me friendship. Miles, you’re making my biggest dream come true just by loving me back. I want to take care of you. Please, let me. You’ve hurt enough to last a lifetime. Let me show you comfort.”

The prospect of depending on Darren when he ought to be depending on me feels paralyzing, but so does the hopeful smile on his face. He’s staring at me like I’m Jesus escaping the tomb. Like the world has taken everything from him, but by simply emerging from the tomb-like closet, I’ll have paid the price for all our sins combined, taking away the hurt, leaving only hope.

And hasn’t Darren hurt enough? Haven’t we both?

“So, what comes next?” he finally asks.

I give him an affectionate smile and pull him a little closer. “We get your things, and then you come home to me, baby.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. We can grab your stuff this morning if you want.”

I feel colder when he pulls away, but then he stands up and walks toward the window, giving me an unobstructed view of his perky ass. God. It’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. He pulls back the curtain and peeks out.

“The car is gone. Dad must be at work already. Mom’s probably in her prayer closet. She usually stays there all morning. ” He glances over my shoulder and smirks when he catches me staring at his butt. “I’ll tell you what. I’ll run over and get my things, and when I come back, I’ll sit on your cock.”

Said cock rises, though I don’t know how, considering I just shot the biggest loads of my life multiple times. The idea of claiming my Dare again makes it twitch, and I notice a drop of pre-cum formed at the tip.

Yeah, there’s no way I can risk running into his mother with an unyielding erection, so I nod my approval. He approaches, then bends down to give me a kiss.

“I’m going to get dressed, and I’ll be in and out in no time.” Surprising me, he takes my cock in his hand and kisses the bead of pre-cum away. “And I’ll be seeing you very soon,” he tells my penis.

A few minutes later when he’s walking out the door, he pauses, glancing over his shoulder. “I love you, Daddy.”

I could melt right now.

“I love you, too, baby.”