I loved him, and to hell with too soon and too fast. I did. No matter what else happened, no one could take this moment from me. I might not trust in the future yet, but I trusted in the now, what we had when we kissed and kissed like this.
“Fuck.” He pulled away, panting. “How is it that I always want you more?”
“Magic.” I closed the gap for another kiss while clawing his T-shirt loose from his jeans. He started to help me pull the shirt off, then winced as it grazed his bandaged arm. “Wait. Are you in pain? Should we hold off on fooling around until you’re healed?
“No way am I waiting that long,” he growled. “And I’m fine. Just a scratch.”
I didn’t entirely believe him, but then he was kissing me, and all I could do was shove him closer to the couch. I needed him now.
“Guess you were serious about not waiting for upstairs.” He laughed, and so did I as I stole one more kiss. I couldn’t get enough of him and stepped back to admire him without a shirt. I wasn’t ever getting tired of his bulky muscles and fuzzy chest, and I stroked his pecs and uninjured arm and tried not to fret over his bandage again.
“I’m always serious when it comes to fucking you.”
He raised an eyebrow at that. “Oh?”
“Figure of speech, Cash.” I traced one of his tattoos with my fingertips.
“You could.” He shrugged. “Might be an interesting experiment if you wanted that.”
“Thought you’d know me by now. Topping isn’t my usual thing.” Shaking my head, I chuckled. Maybe someday. But not now. I liked him in charge. Screw all the stupid assumptions people liked to make about smaller guys like me always preferring to bottom. I’d come too far to apologize for liking what I liked. And Cash’s quick exhale and ready nod said we were on the same page. If it was what he liked too, I wasn’t going to switch simply on some weird principal. “But I’m too impatient to go hunt down lube. I have other priorities.”
I pushed him to sit on the couch, sinking to my knees in front of him, hands already on his belt, but he hauled me up to his lap.
“I like your big ideas, but I want to play too.” Licking at my neck, he pushed my shirt up. Never one to be shy, I scrambled off his thighs to yank off the clothes I’d put on after my shower.
“There’s a way to have both things.” I motioned for him to remove his pants while giving him a pointed look.
“I’m game.” He smiled wickedly at me, and then there was a fair bit of laughing from both of us as we figured out how to sixty-nine on the oversized couch. We ended up with Cash on his back, injured arm to the outside, and me on top, knee wedged in the corner between the couch arm and cushions.
“I like this already.” Cash groped my ass.
“Good.” I was trying to keep most of my weight off Cash, which took some concentration, and I also felt more on display than ever before with the bright sunlight filtering in from the other rooms and my ass and cock right there in Cash’s face. But he seemed into it, palming and squeezing my ass before nipping at it. His touch felt so good that I almost forgot I was supposed to be sucking him at the same time.
But his cock was aligned with my mouth, bobbing against my lips even before I licked it. As soon as I tasted him, I wanted more, focus shifting from Cash’s attention on my ass to my own need to worship his cock. Everything about him turned me on, from how he smelled like my soap to how thick his cock was, the prominent veins, the wide, flared cut cockhead, the way he leaked precome, and the way I could coax throaty moans from him with the mere tip of my tongue.
“Fuck. Danny.” His groping became more purposeful, but instead of maneuvering to suck my cock, he dove into my ass like rimming was an Olympic sport and a gold medal was on the line.
“Yeah, do that.” I pulled back from his cock long enough to moan. He was nothing if not thorough, licking from the base of my cock to my hole, lighting up every nerve ending he passed. His slurping noises and unrestrained happy noises were as much of a turn-on as his talented tongue. It took a few delicious minutes to remember I was supposed to be sucking him.
But the more he turned me on, the more I wanted to please him as well, and I returned to swallowing him with new enthusiasm, taking him deep with quick bobs of my head. My body turned into one big pleasure loop, even my tight quads and calves trembling with how damn good this felt. Every time he circled my rim, I sucked harder until he bucked under me.