“You better not be thinking of other men,” Daniel growled, wrapping his hand around my dick and damn near making me shoot off the bed.
“What if I am?” I teased. “What would you do?”
“Make you forget them.”
“Oh yeah?” I asked, intentionally trying to get a rise out of him. “How do you think you’d do that? They were—oh, fuck.” He had slipped my cock between his lips. I ran my fingers through his black hair and watched myself sink in and out of his mouth.
I had wondered if he had much experience with men, and his wicked tongue put that question to bed real fast. He definitely knew what he was doing. The sensation of his mouth was intoxicating.
“If you don’t stop, I’m gonna come,” I said, surprised I could talk at all with how hard my heart was beating.
“That’s the point.” Daniel gripped my base and smoothed his lips over my swollen head.
“Not if we’re gonna fuck.”
“I don’t have lube or condoms,” he said.
“Yeah, well, I do. My overnight bag, remember?”
“I thought you just had clothes and dry shampoo in there.”
“It’s my hookup bag,” I said, amused by the hardness in his eyes. Was he jealous? “I have lube and a whole box of condoms.”
“A whole box, huh?” He crawled back up my body until his face was inches from mine. “How many are gone, I wonder?”
“How many, indeed.” I gripped his sides, finding the combination of hard muscle and soft skin irresistible. “You should totally go get them and find out.”
Daniel pecked me on the lips before hopping out of bed.
I turned to my side and grinned as he rifled through my bag. I checked out his thick thighs, sexy calves, and back up to the little dimples of his lower back. He was honestly the hottest fucking guy I’d ever had the pleasure of rolling around in bed with.
“I feel your eyes on me,” he said before grabbing the small bottle of lube and taking a condom from the pack.
“If you weren’t so hot, I’d be able to keep my eyes off you.”
“Good thing I don’t want you to.” Daniel came back over to the bed and popped the cap on the lube. “I don’t want you to keep your hands off me either. Not anymore.”
Yet, he was the one who put his hands on me. And god did it feel incredible.
He slicked a finger with lube before smoothing it around my hole. Not entering. Teasing. When he finally slid it in, he only went knuckle-deep. The man had big hands and long beautiful fingers.
“Do you play piano?” I asked as he moved it inside me. “Because you’re hitting all my right chords.”
Daniel stopped moving his hand and dropped his forehead to my chest, his big body shaking with a quiet laugh.
“What? You don’t like my pickup line?” I asked, then grinned when he lifted his head. “It was a serious question. You have the perfect hands for piano.”
“Is that so?” Daniel slid his finger deeper before withdrawing it nearly all the way and diving back in.
“Mhm.” I bit my bottom lip. “I was in high school marching band, so I know these things.”
“You were in band?” he asked, adding a second finger to the mix.
“Yep. I played the tuba.”
His laugh wasn’t quiet this time. I’d never heard him laugh without reserve, and the hearty sound of it warmed my heart. “You played the tuba? Really?”
“I’m good at blowing horns, what can I say?”
Though amused, Daniel didn’t let it stop him from his mission. His fingers were working magic inside me. “You’ll need to play for me sometime. I need to see this.”
“Hey, what’s so funny?”
“Just picturing you with a tuba,” he said, smiling down at me as he angled his hand so his fingers could slide in deeper. “I’m sure the instrument was bigger than you.”
“One day, you’ll walk into work and I’ll be sitting on your desk with a tuba. As soon as you come through the door, I’ll play ‘The Imperial March’ from Star Wars. If you don’t know what that is, I’m sorry, we can’t be friends.”
Another unfiltered laugh left him. “Regina was in band. She played the clarinet. So, I know the song quite well.”
“Good.” I returned his grin. “Your friendship has been accepted.”
“Just friends, huh?” Daniel scissored his fingers, his cupid bow lips parting as his eyes fell to my mouth. “Are you sure that’s all you want?”
“What I want,” I gripped the top of his shoulder, “is for you to be inside me. Now.”
His teasing smile faded as he withdrew his hand and grabbed the condom, locking eyes with me as he tore it open with his teeth. He shoved down his boxer briefs, and his dick bounced free. A big dick. Holy fuck. It didn’t look too big for me to handle, though. I was so up for the challenge.
My ass was already aching at the thought of it.
“Nervous?” Daniel whispered. I met his concerned gaze. “We don’t have to do this, Reed.”
He’d misunderstood my expression.
“I’m not nervous,” I said, dancing my fingertips up his toned chest and resting them at the junction of his neck and shoulder. “I want this. I want you.”
Daniel kissed me softly, tenderly, as he pushed his hips forward. It stung as the thick head of his dick breached my entrance, and I couldn’t stop the small whimper that escaped me. He stopped moving and slid a hand around my neck to cup the back of my head.
My heart fluttered when he pressed soft kisses to my temple.
I hadn’t expected him to be so gentle. My fantasies had always involved him throwing me around and fucking me into oblivion. Not… this. He was like a gentle giant. I rested my face against his collarbone to hide my quivering lip. He’d only been inside me for a handful of seconds, but it already felt different than other times I’d fucked.
It felt… special.
“Want me to stop?” he asked in a voice as soft as his touches.
I shook my head and wrapped an arm around him, gripping his lower back. “I’m okay.”
More than okay.
Daniel slowly pushed forward, kissing my temple, cheek, and jaw as he stretched me wider. I groaned when my body stopped fighting against him and instead pulled him in deeper. He groaned too… and the sound shot to my dick.
“That was hot,” I said.
“What was?”
“Your groan.” I tugged him forward, making his dick go deeper. “Even hotter that I’m the one who made you do it. I hope you don’t hold any of them back. I wanna hear how good I make you feel.”
“I’m sure the other guests would have other thoughts on the matter,” he said, then sucked in a breath when I rolled my hips up.
“I don’t care what they think. All I care about is you and me, in this bed.”
Daniel kissed me and rocked his hips forward.
Having this sometimes intimidating, beautiful man treat me so gently did things to me I never expected. I didn’t just want to get off; I wanted to see pleasure wash across his handsome face, wanted to hear his grunts and groans as his thick cock shot his load. I cared about his pleasure too.