Messy Love (Stumbling into Love 3)

“I want you. I haven’t hooked up with anyone since you’ve been here, except that one time. Most nights I jack off thinking about you in the next room. And it’s not just sexual either, though I’m incredibly fucking attracted to you. The more time I spend around you, the more I want you, and it’s fucking with my head.”

There was a heaviness in my groin. I ached while my thoughts spun out of control. “Then why…?”

“I can understand that it sounds like a line, but I seriously don’t want to fuck things up with you. It means too much. You mean too much. I don’t know what I can give, if it’s enough or you’ll want it. I’m scared of screwing up what we have. You’re…not like other guys for me, and the thought of hurting you, ruining this, losing it, getting hurt…it’s a risk I worry about taking.”

I’d never heard something like that about me. I’d never been wanted that way, never felt the same about the other person. Partly because Danny was a man, yeah, and I’d denied myself that in any real way. But mostly because he was…him. And that clicked with me in an unexplainable way.

“I want you too.” I danced my fingertips across his temple and down his cheek. “Can’t we start with that and figure the rest out later? It’ll only mess us up if we let it. I like you.” My face was hot, and my eyes shifted away.

“I like you too. That’s the scary part. It blows my mind that you feel the same.”

Now, that caught my attention. He always came off so confident, so strong in who he was. My gaze darted back to Danny’s. “How can that surprise you? You’re…gorgeous, kind, funny. You make people feel good. Don’t think I could want someone else as much as I want you.”

I saw it then, the flare of heat in Danny’s gaze. I didn’t have time to work through what it meant before his mouth came crashing down on mine. It wasn’t the same as the kiss in the elevator. It was even hungrier and more urgent, more than just the physical want between us. I couldn’t say exactly what else was there, but in that moment I didn’t care. Just that it was him and he was kissing me, his tongue sweeping my mouth. Danny groaning into the kiss as his hands shoved up under my shirt and caressed my back.

When I wrapped my arms around him, it was nothing but skin that met me.

I pushed at him with my body, walking toward the couch, Danny moving backward. Our feet tangled, and he almost tripped. We laughed into the kiss. It was so different from anything I’d ever experienced. Nothing secret about it, nothing anonymous or rushed, just…the person who had become my best friend.

“Christ, let’s get this off you.” Danny tugged my shirt up. I helped him along, ripping it over my head. “Fuck.” He leaned in, rubbed his cheek against the hair on my chest before flicking my right nipple with his tongue. “I love how broad and hairy you are. Makes me feel all growly.”

I chuckled again. Even here, in this moment, he was fun.

Danny went back and forth between each nipple, laving them, sucking them, then rubbing his face against my chest again. My head dropped back, and I just let myself feel, take it in, didn’t hide the deep sounds of need that pulled from my throat.

His hands traveled down my back, under my shorts and underwear to cup my ass. I whimpered, wanted. What would it feel like to have someone inside me? To have Danny at my hole, touching, tasting… “Fuck, I need to come.” I’d never been this frenzied, this hungry for sex.

My clothes were wrapped around my ankles, so I stepped out of them, shoved Danny’s down too, and then we were standing there naked, cocks touching in the middle of our living room.

“I’m going to spend a lot of time exploring this body.” He circled the head of my erection with a finger. When he pulled it back slowly, sticky precome stretched between my dick and him…until the string broke off. Danny licked his finger, and my knees went weak.

He tugged me the rest of the way to the couch and shoved me on it. The second my ass hit the cushion, Danny collapsed on top of me, straddling my lap, his tongue in my mouth again as I cupped and kneaded his ass.

“This is gonna be crazy-quick,” Danny said. “We can spend more time playing later. I just know if I don’t empty my balls soon, it might kill me.”

It was such a typical Danny response, something I would never say, that I couldn’t help but grin. “God, you’re great.”