Messy Love (Stumbling into Love 3)

“Start on my nuts,” he said, and I did just that, kissing and licking his sac. He growled in response, his hand tangling in my hair. “Yeah, fuck yeah, baby. Been dying to have your mouth on me.”

I’d been dying to have my mouth on him too.

He held me, guided me, and I liked it. When Danny pulled me toward his cock, it was my turn for a rumble of want to pull from the back of my throat.

“Lick the head.”

I twirled my tongue around his crown, tasted the salt and precome on his skin. When Danny held the base of his dick, angling it toward my mouth, I swallowed as much of him as I could. I wasn’t as skilled at giving head as he was. I couldn’t go as deep, but I used my hand to help. I gagged a few times, and fuck, that felt good. Who knew how much I’d like gagging on a cock?

I was aching with need, thought maybe I could keep Danny’s dick in my throat forever and be happy. His breathing sped up, and his hand tightened.

“Fuck, baby. I know this is quick, but if you don’t want a mouthful…”

I eased off. “I want,” I said before wrapping my lips around him again. I’d never swallowed, but I wanted Danny’s nut, wanted the taste of him on my tongue.

He used both hands to hold the sides of my face, fucked up and into me slightly, not too much, before he cried out, spurting thick ribbons of come. I swallowed him down, and he shot again, then a third time. When he relaxed against the mattress, I shoved up onto my knees, pushed my underwear down, and wrapped a hand around my erection.

“No, you get to eat my load and I get yours too.”

I was in agreement with that. I tugged my boxers the rest of the way off, then straddled him. I fed Danny my dick, and he deep throated it the way he was so good at. It wasn’t long before the hot suction of his mouth led me over the edge, my orgasm pulling from my balls and down his eager throat.

I collapsed beside him, both of us breathing heavily.

It was a few minutes later when he said, “My dad left. When things got hard, he bailed. I was the only one home at the time. He just…walked away from me. Family is everything to me, and I know I’m not you and they’re not my family, but…I don’t like it when people leave.”

And to him, if I walked away from my family, I could do the same with him.

“I’ve never said that to anyone.” He turned, looked at me.

“I know.” And somehow, I did. “I’m not going anywhere.”

Danny nodded, cuddled up close to me, and we went to sleep.

CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

Danny

We lost our first game of the season the next day. It sucked and put everyone in a bad mood, but the team went out and ate together afterward. I watched Jonathan with Mark a lot, while I tried to figure out what in the hell was going on with us.

Last night we’d had our first fight…and makeup session…and I’d mentioned my dad, something I never did. But that wasn’t all I felt. It had hurt when he hadn’t come to bed with me. It shouldn’t have. He didn’t owe me anything. We hadn’t made each other any promises, and hell, every couple argued, but it had still made me ache in a totally unfamiliar way. It wasn’t the oh-shit-Garrett-doesn’t-like-me kind of pain, but one I felt in my bones, one that did scary things to my heart.

Jonathan laughed at something Mark said, then without looking my way, reached over and put his hand on my thigh. I wasn’t even sure he realized he’d done it, but how could he not? All I knew was I liked the feel of it there, liked the way Mark noticed and winked at me with a genuine smile of support. It meant something to me that Jonathan felt safe with me, comfortable, that he sought me out, but this quiet voice inside me wondered if his two worlds would ever mix. Would he bring me—or hell, any guy—home to his family the way Will did with Jameson? When in the hell had I ever thought about meeting a guy’s family before?

We finished our meal, and when Jonathan and I walked out, he grabbed my hand.

Mark didn’t let the moment pass this time. “I see I was right about the kiss.”

“What?” I asked, just as Jonathan looked at our hands as if only then realizing what he was doing.

“When we went out the first night, all he did was talk about you. Still, I kissed him at the end of the night, and it was clear he wasn’t into it. I had a feeling…and looks like I was right.”