Messy Love (Stumbling into Love 3)

And I wanted this, wanted it so bad, I felt like I would combust without it. I wanted to be fucked, and I wanted Danny to be the one to do it.

When he didn’t ask if I was sure and just said, “Christ, there’s nothing I want more than to be inside you,” I knew I made the right decision. He trusted me to know what I wanted and when I was ready. “Come here, baby. I can’t wait to make you feel good.”

Danny pulled me down to the bed with him. I lay on my back. He settled between my thighs, looking down at me. “It’s never been like this.” Danny leaned in, rubbed his cheek against my hairy chest.

“Like what?”

“The way it is with you.”

I knew exactly what he meant because it felt the same for me, only it wasn’t as surprising as it was to hear it from him. Danny had…a lot of guys. But it was different with me.

He twirled his tongue around my right nipple, then my left, before kissing his way down my body.

“Me too,” I finally managed to push out, my voice husky and raw.

“Good.” His mouth journeyed down my torso, stopping when he got to the band of my boxer briefs. “Let’s get these off you.” Danny tugged them down, moving out of the way so he could get them off. My erection already dripped precome on my abs, I was so hungry for him. “Fuck, I love this cock.” He stroked me before his hand went down to my balls. “I can’t wait to work your nut out of these.”

I was jittery, but in a good way. Like a pleasureful buzz suddenly lived beneath my skin. “Yes…please.” A small part of me thought I should be embarrassed to beg, to be so needy for him, but I wasn’t. This was Danny, and I felt comfortable with him.

“Roll over. We’re gonna start with me getting into that tight little hole of yours.”

My cock jerked. I nearly came just from what Danny said, just from where he planned to put his tongue and the way he instructed me.

I turned onto my stomach. He straddled me, kissing the back of my neck, my shoulders. “I love your freckles here.”

I couldn’t make myself reply, just soaked in the feeling of his mouth and tongue as they traveled across the landscape of my back.

Danny kept going, scooting down until he was between my legs. He kissed one ass cheek, then the other, before he put one hand on each side of my crack and spread me open.

“Fuck, baby. That’s such a sexy hole. I’ve been dying to taste it…to fuck it…”

My toes curled. My body felt too hot, too sensitive, too everything until I felt the first lash of Danny’s tongue over my rim.

“Oh God.” I nearly melted into the damn mattress. “Again. More.” It was even better than when he fingered me.

“I knew you’d like this.” His breath ghosted over my crack, my hole, as I fisted my hands in the pillow, waiting for more. Danny delivered. He dived in, feasting on me, licking and probing and kissing. I could feel my body relaxing, loosening as he alternated between tonguing me and pushing a spit-slicked finger in. “I can’t wait to watch my cock pump inside you like this. It’s so fucking tight. I can’t believe I get your ass.”

“Danny…fuck…please put your mouth on me again.”

“You love it,” he replied, and went in again. I rutted against the bed, nearly losing my mind over the feeling of him licking me, pushing at my rim, the feel of his lips in my crack as he kissed me there.

“Fuck me.” I felt jittery with need, like there was this ache growing inside me, threatening to take over. The only way to fix it was to have Danny inside me, for him to take me, have his way with me, make me feel like I belonged to him.

“I thought you liked it when I was the boss in bed?”

“I do,” I admitted. “Just need you.”

“Let’s get you loosened up some more first. Hand me the lube.”

I fumbled with the nightstand drawer, then tossed the bottle at him. A moment later, I felt Danny’s wet fingers against me.

“Relax, baby. It’s just me. Let me in. You’ve had my fingers before. You fucking love them.”

I had, and I did. I hated that I was tensing up.

Danny leaned over me, nuzzled my neck as his fingers pushed at me. “Love this hole…love your entire body…how big and masculine you are. The way you melt into my touch. Don’t know how I’m ever going to get enough.”

“Don’t.” I didn’t want him to ever get enough of me.

He continued to play with me, and I closed my eyes, wanted it, wanted more.

“There we go. So fucking good. Your ass is swallowing me up.” More kisses, this time along my spine as Danny finger-fucked me. I wasn’t sure there was anything better than him inside me, than the stretch and pressure and feeling possessed by him, like we were a part of each other. “You like that.”