“I’m speaking the truth.” Greer playfully waggled his brows before he took another drink, urging Dallas again to take another. “You know, it took me a good thirty minutes to crawl to my bathroom after we finished this morning. You kicked my ass.”
Dallas laughed and nodded. The battle had been epically intense. “I slept six hours afterward. I was exhausted.”
“I know. Those six hours killed me, waiting for you to respond to my texts. We could swim if you want. I have a heated pool.”
Talking to Greer was like playing volleyball. He had to be on his toes to keep up. Dallas lifted his glass again to hide his confusion. Minutes ago, Greer had been guiding him into the bedroom, asking his position preferences. Now, they were standing naked, feet apart, chatting in the kitchen.
Swimming? Really?
“Is that what you want to do?” Dallas finally asked, hoping Greer’s answer mirrored his feelings. He wasn’t about to let his nerves get the best of him now.
Greer shook his head, slowly. The wicked gleam in his eye had Dallas’s heart doing a sudden flip-flop in his chest. “No, not at all. I wanna fuck you.”
Greer’s words slammed into him. His ass clenched at the thought. To have Greer be his first made him almost giddy with excitement, but he was apprehensive too. He’d only explored himself with his fingers. As badly as he wanted Greer to fuck him, he also wanted to fuck Greer. “Are you versatile?”
“Oh yeah.” Greer drained the glass of wine, discarding it on the countertop. Judging by the grin on Greer’s face and the twinkle in his eyes, he liked the idea.
“Condoms?” Dallas asked, proud that the neurons connected enough to say the word aloud.
“Of course.” Greer walked his fingers on the granite countertop toward Dallas. He turned up his glass, wishing for more of the potent liquid courage as Greer’s fingers trailed up and down his forearm.
“That’s stronger than regular wine,” Dallas said, placing his glass next to Greer’s as the man took his hand, linking their fingers together.
“Yup, much stronger. Come with me.” Greer pulled Dallas along behind him.
Chapter 19
Dallas would never be able to look at Greer’s ass without remembering the hypnotic bounce of each fleshy cheek as he led the way to his bedroom. They slowed on the approach to the guest bedroom.
“Stay here. This room isn’t for you.” Greer let go of his hand, leaving Dallas standing in the hallway, right outside the door as Greer went for the nightstand. Greer returned with a twinkle in his eye as he gave him a wink. Condoms and a bottle of lube in one hand, Greer again took his hand, threading their fingers together, resuming the lead down the hall to his bedroom.
“Should I ask why those were in there?”
“No,” Greer said playfully, explaining nothing more. When they toured the house, Dallas had been inside Greer’s bedroom. They entered the darkened master suite, making their way to the large king-sized bed. Greer tossed the condoms and lube on the bedspread then reached for the lamp, turning it on.
That mesmerizing gaze landed on Dallas, the enchanting smile spreading. Greer gripped Dallas’s cock, giving it a tug. “I can’t wait to make you come again.”
Dallas said nothing, words frozen in his throat at the contact. He stepped into Greer, his cock instantly growing harder from the touch. He hooked an arm around Greer’s waist, unsure of what Greer wanted to do. All Dallas knew was he wanted to give Greer a blow job, an act he’d fantasized over forever. Greer’s grip on his cock grew tighter with a more purposeful stroke. He started to lower to his knees. Dallas stopped him.
“But I wanna taste you so badly, D.” Those words, as tempting as they were, didn’t alter his plans.
“Me first,” Dallas mumbled. With his arm locked around Greer’s waist, he guided Greer to the bed. “Sit.”
“Fuck, you’re a wicked man. Full of surprises,” Greer said. His fantasies sure were. Dallas’s heart hammered against his ribs as Greer took a seat on the edge of the mattress, spreading his thighs, leaving himself open to whatever Dallas had in mind.
“Is this how you want me?”
Fuck yes, that was exactly how he wanted him.
Dallas had to roll his shoulders and grip the base of his leaking cock to keep from coming right then and there. The intensity of his arousal spiked to almost uncontrollable levels. The crazier part was that he wasn’t stuck in his own head, berating himself over what he was about to do. Dallas was so in. So far in that he couldn’t restrain his need, driving his aching cock into his fist as he bent to take a knee.
“My God, you’re beautiful,” he whispered as he drank in the sight of Greer’s body. He was lost to see anything more than the thick, perfectly cut cock in Greer’s fist, jutting up toward him and his for the taking. Happiness bloomed in his chest. Why did he feel like he’d found the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow?