Don’t You Dare

The path to my bedroom is fairly simple. Straight down the hall, and it’s the only door on the right. But with Keene’s mouth glued to mine and my hands mapping every inch of him while I strip him down, it’s a lot more difficult to make it there without tripping, stumbling, or running into walls and doors. Clearly, because we do all those things before we finally manage to fall onto my mattress together, both of us naked save for his underwear. I hadn’t even realized I lost my towel until my naked cock brushes achingly slow against the fabric of his boxer briefs.

“I love you so much,” I utter against his lips before grabbing the bottom one with my teeth in a light nip, rolling my hips into his. The feel of him is still so unreal to me. Hard and smooth and perfect.

And now? All fucking mine.

“I am pretty lovable, so I don’t blame you.”

A chuckle slips past my lips at his usual cockiness. “Good. Because we aren’t leaving this apartment until I’ve shown you at least a dozen times how much I mean those words.”

He licks his lips, his tongue swiping over my mouth before he smiles. “A dozen? Pretty sure we’ll have to stop and get some form of sustenance.”

“That’s what delivery is for,” I tell him as I move to nibble at his jaw. My teeth scrape over the light stubble there, reveling in how it feels against my lips and teeth. I don’t know how I ever thought I could live without this.

Not just his body. But just everything about him.

His laughter when he makes a stupid joke, or the secret smiles he casts my way from behind the plate during a game. The smell of his hair when my nose is buried in it. The security he gives me at every turn.

If I could craft the perfect person for me out of thin air, it’d be him. There’s no doubt in my mind about that anymore. Just like I know that choosing this—him—is what I should’ve done all along.

I find his lips again, and soon enough, we’re going at each other like two animals in heat. Downright needy and desperate for more. My tongue rolls against his and I suck it into my mouth as his hips rock up into mine. Our hard dicks bump and rub together in the most tortuous friction imaginable, and I know the only way either of us will be anything close to sated is once we’ve wrung each other dry of cum and sweat.

A rumble works its way from his throat when I flick his nipple with my thumb, and he breaks our kiss. The way he looks up at me, an infinite amount of love and trust in his eyes, causes my heart rate to skyrocket.

“I’ve missed you so much,” he whispers, palm cupping my cheek.

I turn my face, kissing his hand. “Me too. I was going insane without you.”

The words come out with a lot more emotion than I thought they would, and I clear my throat, not wanting to get so caught up in my feelings that I can’t enjoy this. Because living without him the past few months has been close to impossible. I never want to go back to that, and from this moment forward, I don’t plan to relive what those weeks were like.

They’re over now.

This is all that matters.

As if reading my mind, he smiles and murmurs, “Never again.”

I nod in agreement before capturing his lips, this time in a kiss of promise. A promise of a lifetime of friendship and love. Of being everything each other needs.

“It’s always been us,” I whisper against his mouth. “Walking away from you was the worst thing I’ve ever done. I’ll regret that time apart and the way I hurt you for the rest of my life. And while I know I can’t change it now, I’ll make damn sure to prove it’ll never happen again.”

His lips curve into a sexy smile, and instead of responding, he just kisses me again. Claims me, faults and all, still choosing to love me.

Kissing quickly becomes not enough for us, and while Keene works to rid himself of his boxers, I quickly dig through my nightstand for the bottle of lube I keep stashed there. Flicking it open as I look down at him beneath me, I’m overwhelmed with so many emotions.

Love. Gratitude. Security. Everything I never knew I wanted or needed.

Maybe that’s why, instead of coating my own cock with the liquid, I reach for Keene’s.

His eyes slam closed as I begin stroking him slowly, twisting at the head the way he loves. “Fuck, Pen.”

I smile, loving the way he loses himself in this. In us. “That’s the plan, baby. To fuck Pen.”

Just as quickly as his eyes sank closed, they snap right back open. Wide and alert and full of both lust and want. “What did you just say?”

“You heard me,” I whisper. “Or are you gonna make me beg for it?”

I lean my body over his, taking his mouth with mine as I bring my cock to join his. They slip and slide together, each bump of the heads sending bolts of lightning down my spine at an unprecedented rate. Pre-cum leaks from both of our heads as our lengths glide against each other, mixing with the lube until we’re both panting and needy for even more.

I don’t think I’ll ever get used to how amazing it feels to be like this with him. How I ever lived without this from him before is just…mind-boggling.

“Would you?” he murmurs, forehead resting against mine. “Beg for it?”

Yes. No doubt in my mind, if that’s what it’ll take. If I can do anything right now, it’s to show him how much I want him. How much I mean it when I say I’m in this.

He’s what my forever looks like, and all I want is to prove that to him.

“I would. I wanna feel you,” I murmur against his lips, not bothering to wait for him to respond. “I want you to own and have and love every single inch of me. My partner and equal in every way humanly possible.”

He swallows audibly, looking up at me with more love than I thought humanly possible. “You really mean that, don’t you?”

I nod. “I really do.”

The tips of his fingers scrape against my skull as he rakes them through my hair. “I think I just fell more in love with you. If that’s even possible.”

His words make my heart soar, pounding in my chest harder and faster than it ever has before. “I dare you to prove it,” I say, grinding into him. “Take me how you want me, baby. Because I’m only ever gonna be yours.”

He bites his lip, fighting to keep his smile to himself. It doesn’t work, because a moment later, a filthy smirk takes over that sexy-as-sin mouth of his. The sight of it is intoxicating, full of so much love and hope, I can’t help grinning right back.

“On your back, Kohl,” he rasps, batting my hands away so he can wrap his fist around his cock. “I want you beneath me. Feeling every inch of my body against yours as I sink inside you.”

Holy fucking shit.

Excitement rushes through me as I roll off him and onto the mattress, and when he settles between my thighs, my entire body vibrates with anticipation.

Every single time before this, Keene’s always let me have the upper hand. Take control, set the pace and the tone, and lead us both to pure ecstasy. He put all his trust in me, every ounce of faith he could possibly give another person.

And he chose to give it to me.

It’s only fair I do the same for him.

Though as much as I wish I could say this is all for him, I have to admit, it’s for me too. I need to know how it feels to have him inside me. Owning me, mind, body, and soul. To fall apart because of him, only to feel more whole and complete than ever before once it’s over.

Teeth scrape against my thigh as he lubes up his fingers and starts to loosen me, pressing in and out of my ass at a relentless pace. We’ve done this a few times before with one finger, maybe two, so the stinging burn isn’t all that unfamiliar. But when I say a few times, I mean count on one hand the number of times when my curiosity got the best of me while he was sucking on my dick like he’d never get a taste of it again.

But when that third one slips inside and the burning only gets worse, my chest tightens a little bit. Fear starts seeping in, taking away from the pleasure he’s giving me.

Keene wraps his fist around my dick and jacks me slowly, timing his strokes with each thrust his fingers make. “God. You’re fucking perfect, Pen. I can’t wait to make you lose your damn mind.”

My eyes slam closed as I try to lose myself in the pressure building inside me. It’s uncomfortable as hell, though, and I’m smart enough to realize three fingers are still a lot smaller than his cock. And I’m not sure it’s gonna fit.

Of course, I know it will, seeing as he was where I am right now several months ago and he’s able to take my dick without so much as a wince. But I remember the first time, and how worried I was of hurting him.

That same fear builds inside me right now, clawing its way into my brain to form doubt. I’m not afraid of the pain. I know I can take it, I just might be sore tomorrow. It doesn’t take away from being terrified he’s going to love it, only for me to hate every second of it. I’ll feel like absolute garbage if that’s the case.

I’ve done the work to push this fear of not being enough for Keene out of my mind. Spent weeks alone with nature to learn to conquer it, but it still doesn’t make it easier to push down when it hits, even if I’m actively choosing not to let it influence me.

After all, it doesn’t belong in my life. Not anymore. But my face must give away my every thought, if Keene’s words are anything to go by.

“I can hear you thinking,” he says, curling his fingers up inside me. He brushes over my prostate again and again, and it momentarily pulls me from the hole I’m digging inside my brain. “Look at me.”

I listen, opening my eyes to find him looking down at me. Heat and desire sear into me from his stare as he continues to fuck me with his hands.

“Get outta your head, Pen. Just feel and let go.”

Blowing out a breath, I do as he says. Move my focus to feeling every brush of his lips or skin. Soon enough, I’m able to lose myself in him again, just like he said. In the pleasure of being loved by this man.

His fingers leave my body not much later, being quickly replaced by the head of his cock. I clench on instinct as it nudges against my hole, but thankfully, he’s not put off by my body’s natural reaction. Instead, he starts kneading my ass cheeks in his palms in an effort to loosen me up.

“Just relax for me, babe. Trust me,” he whispers, pressing his hips forward slightly. The crown of his cock slides in past the tight ring of muscles, and I already feel so full of him, I don’t have any clue how I’ll possibly take the rest of him.

Still, I force myself to relax. Focus on the way his palm shuttles over my cock and his mouth trails a heated path over my skin.

“That’s it, Pen. Just like that.” He peppers kisses along my jaw, moving to my lips before taking them between his teeth. “You’re so fucking perfect.”

I almost laugh at that, because if the past few months are any indication, I’m the furthest thing from perfect. But goddamnit, if he doesn’t make me wanna at least be the perfect person for him. Become everything he could ever want and need.

Rather than arguing with him, I reach up and bring his lips to mine in a searing kiss. His tongue fucks my mouth, sliding and flicking against mine as he tunnels deeper. The second he bottoms out inside me, his hips flush against my ass, I break away from his mouth and let out a soft gasp.

“Are you okay?” he asks, instantly pausing his movements. “Am I hurting you?”

It hurts all right. Not in the way I expected, it just burns like a motherfucker and I feel like his cock is a second away from ripping me in half. But no way in hell am I about to bitch out. This beautiful, amazing, strong man does this for me. Takes me inside him, trusts me with his body and his heart. Two things I’d go to the ends of the Earth to claim as mine forever.

So I want this. I want him. All of him.

And he deserves all of me too.

Letting out a deep breath, I grit my teeth and shake my head about a thousand times. “You have to start moving. Please.”

My voice is strained, and I can tell from the look in his eyes, he’s completely against the idea, but he listens, pulling out and gives a slow thrust of his hips.

His lips caress mine, the softest, sweetest touch that has me melting beneath him. “You feel amazing, Pen. Are you doing okay? Can I keep going?”

I nod a few times, breathing through my nose. Every nerve ending in my body has been lit on fire by him. His body, his presence, his love. All I can do is lie here. Lost. Reveling in the heat.

I moan when his thrusts become harder, more measured. The pain finally starts merging, mixing with pleasure, and my hands grip the pillow behind my head for some sort of hold on my sanity. “Keep going. Harder. Take what you want from me.”

My legs wrap around his thighs, hooking my feet around his ass to pull him into me again to accentuate my point. We both groan in unison at the sensation of him pressed so deep inside me.

“Just want you, Pen. Every piece of you.”

His hips start to move in long, slow rolls, taking his time while he drives me insane with need. It doesn’t take long for him to start picking up more speed, my body becoming more pliable beneath him. Melting into a puddle of love-sick, lust-drunk goo.

The stretch my body gives him as he starts pistoning his hips relentlessly is unreal, snapping them into me like a man hell-bent on breaking me in two. I love it, though. I love every forceful thrust and tortured groan he gives me, and soon enough, I’m lost in pleasure. Lost in him.

And that’s before he pegs my prostate with the head of his cock. When he hits that little button, all bets are off, and I’m about to tell him we’re swapping the roles of top and bottom in this relationship.

“Fuck, baby,” I say on a rough breath. “Don’t ever stop.”

He chuckles slightly, leaning back straight before grabbing my hips and yanking me to him. The new angle I’m taking his length at sends a full-body shiver rushing through me, and I moan again. I can barely think or breathe, only capable of allowing the pleasure he’s giving me to take over my entire body.

I feel him everywhere. From my fingertips to my goddamn toes.

“You’ve never looked sexier in your fucking life,” he murmurs. “So wrecked for me.”

I’m not just wrecked for him; I’m completely destroyed. Decimated. So far past gone, it’s laughable.

That used to scare me, giving someone so much of me. Handing over the capability to completely ruin me. But the thing about Keene is…I trust him enough not to use that power. Instead, I know with my entire heart that he’ll safeguard it. Protect and cherish it, because it’s something I’ve never given to anyone other than him.

Because he’s always loved me, flaws and all. Long before we ever could’ve imagined this turning into anything more than friendship.

Keene’s hand trails over my abs before wrapping his palm around my dick. He strokes in time with the rock of his hips, the dual sensation of his hand and cock the perfect, most blissful form of torment.

And I’m right there. So fucking close.

“Come on, Pen,” he growls, fist tightening around my shaft. “I want you there with me. I want you milking my dick with this tight ass.”

His thumb rubs the spot beneath the head of my cock as his dick swipes over my prostate, sending me over the edge in a wave of ecstasy I’ve never experienced before. I explode, stars forming behind my eyes as he continues to jack my length until he’s milked every last drop of cum from my body. A full-body orgasm of epic proportions.

My release coats my stomach, and his fingers are slick with it when he releases my cock to grip both of my hips. His tempo increases, becoming more and more sporadic as he loses himself right behind me. The feeling of his cum filling me, marking and claiming me as his once and for all, is the greatest in the world. Unmatched by anything else.

Nothing compares to being loved by Keene Waters.

He slows his movements before coming to a stop, dropping over me with his forearms on either side of my head to stare into my eyes. There’s a hint of worry in his, the unspoken questions in them, obvious and loud. And more importantly, completely unnecessary for him to bother asking.

I don’t say a word, wrapping my palm around the back of his neck and bringing his lips to mine. My tongue slides into his mouth in search of his, and they move together in a sweet, lazy dance, like we have an infinite amount of time together to spend just like this.

If I have it my way, it’ll be the rest of my damn life.

“I love you,” he whispers against my mouth, like it’s a secret just for me.

But I don’t want it to be a secret anymore. I want the entire world to know I’m his the same way he’s mine. That he’s always been mine, even when I was too stupid or stubborn or blind to see it.

It’s always been us. Ever since the beginning.

“I love you,” I tell him, reeling him in for another kiss. “So much more than you’ll ever know.”