Greer arched as Dallas clutched his waist, drawing him even tighter against his body. He couldn’t get enough. Every part of him needed every part of Greer. Dallas thrust deeper, changing his pace. Insistent and demanding. He drove himself into Greer hard and fast, guiding Greer up and down on his cock.
Sweat-soaked hair fell across his forehead as he worked his body into Greer. The sound of heavy breathing and flesh meeting flesh filled the room.
“Let me touch myself,” Greer pleaded. His bouncing cock slapped rhythmically with every thrust of his hips. His breaths were as uneven and just as ragged as Dallas’s.
Dallas loosened his hold around Greer’s chest to reach down and stroke the cock of his dreams. He tightened his fist, wanting to coerce Greer’s orgasm from him. The weight and feel of Greer’s thick cock sliding against his palm felt almost too good, too right. Smooth steel covered in silky velvet, much like Greer himself. Greer’s hand came down on his, helping Dallas keep the rhythm of his hips. The move was intimate, proving they were truly in this together.
“Gonna…come.” Greer gasped, rocking his hips, driving hard onto Dallas, meeting him thrust for thrust. His arm reached back and circled around Dallas’s neck, locking there to hold him as he continued to ride over the edge.
“I can’t sto—” Dallas pressed his fingers into the soft skin of Greer’s hips, holding his lover in place while he drove his dick deep inside Greer’s tight channel. His body set ablaze, every nerve ending firing as his release churned hotly in his balls. There was no stopping the orgasm that hit him like a bolt of lightning. His body shook and shattered with every pulse of his own cock, exploding into a million pieces as he emptied his load into the condom in Greer’s perfect ass. His muscles seized and his toes curled from the force of the orgasm that punched through his body. Spots danced behind his eyes as he rode out the intensity.
“Yessss!” Greer hissed as his dick jerked wildly in Dallas’s grip. His ass clenched tightly, milking the last remnants of Dallas’s climax from him. Dallas panted, working to draw oxygen into his burning lungs, heaving in and out as the edge of oblivion crept around his consciousness.
“I knew it was going to be good, but fuck,” Greer managed. How he could form a sentence was beyond Dallas. He couldn’t even catch a decent breath.
Dallas nodded his approval. It was all he could do to hold Greer close while his heart threatened to pound out of his chest. Dallas kissed the back of Greer’s neck. He never wanted to let him go. He teetered on the edge of bliss and unconsciousness as his eyes closed.
Chapter 23
The day couldn’t have been any more special. Dallas floated naked in Greer’s heated swimming pool, lost to the relaxation of the gentle lapping water. The cool breeze tickled its way across his exposed skin in the most decadent of ways. He barely lifted his arm, dragging it under the water to help keep him drifting along the surface. Skinny dipping, such a normal part of life, yet another first he’d experienced at Greer’s prompting.
Dallas treasured all the lack of rules in Greer’s reality. His guy liked to be nude and wanted Dallas nude along with him. Greer had no inhibitions about anything.
The warm water stirred, drawing his attention to Greer’s similar swimming approach. Greer seemed a master at swimming idly with purpose. His determined hand reached out to Dallas’s, threading their fingers together, messing with Dallas’s suspended balance. It was too hard to deny Greer anything, especially when he turned, getting to his feet. The fingers of his free hand traced the ridges and valleys of Dallas’s tight stomach muscles. His dick stirred, plumping, but not really becoming a real hard-on with the sharp chill in the air stunting its growth. Well, that was until Greer added his tongue and mouth, following the path of his fingers. His cock liked that move a lot.
“Another margarita?” Greer murmured, his enchanting gaze scanning Dallas’s face.
Greer’s seductive efforts at romance made the last twenty-four hours a thing of fairy tales. He’d never been so looked after or cared for in his life. He didn’t want it to end, but real life beckoned. “I’ve got to go soon. I should have already left,” he said, making no move to actually leave.
Greer dribbled warm water over Dallas’s exposed skin. He hovered close, holding Dallas, keeping them together in one spot. “Stay the night with me. We can set the alarm and get you up by five. You said you slept better in my bed.”
Dallas watched Greer rise above him. “I’m already shirking my responsibilities.” He’d only briefly told Greer of the interrogation Skye had pummeled him with this afternoon when he’d texted her, asking her to take his class for the evening. “This weekend’s been like a mini vacation. I have a world waiting on me to reengage.”