Page 31 of Whiskey and Wildfire

I swallowed hard. “I… I was wrong.”

Chapter 12

Logan

Our bodies crashed together once more, another crushing kiss enveloping my senses. My hands were around Dakota’s waist, my fingers digging at the taut muscles beneath his shirt. I wanted him so badly I could barely stand it. My hips ground forward, my rock-hard cock desperate for friction. Immediately I found his own erection, pressing back against me. It seemed we both wanted this. Badly.

Dakota’s hands tangled in my hair as he deepened the kiss, his tongue exploring my mouth hungrily. I moaned softly, the sound muffled against his lips. My fingers fumbled with the hem of his shirt, desperate to feel his bare skin. We broke apart just long enough for me to pull the garment over his head, revealing his tanned, muscular torso.

“God, you’re gorgeous,” I breathed, running my hands over his chest.

Dakota’s brown eyes felt like they saw right down to my soul as he looked at me. “So are you,” he murmured, his voice husky. His large hands slid down my back, cupping my ass and pulling me even closer against him.

I gasped at the increased pressure against my aching erection. My hips bucked involuntarily, seeking more of thatdelicious friction. Dakota groaned, his head falling back to expose the long column of his throat. I couldn’t resist trailing my lips along that tantalizing expanse of skin, tasting the salt of his sweat and feeling his pulse race beneath my tongue.

Dakota’s hands moved to the front of my jeans, deftly undoing the button and zipper. I shivered as his fingers brushed against my straining erection through my underwear.

“Is this okay?” he whispered, his breath hot against my ear.

“God, yes,” I panted, pushing my hips forward into his touch. “Please, Dakota.”

He slipped his hand inside my boxers, wrapping his fingers around my length. I moaned at the feeling of his calloused palm against my sensitive skin. His strokes were slow at first, almost teasing, as he explored every inch of me.

I fumbled with his belt, desperate to return the favor. Dakota’s free hand caught mine, guiding it to the bulge in his jeans. I palmed him through the rough denim, feeling the impressive size and heat of him. He let out a small gasp as I squeezed gently.

“Logan,” he groaned, his voice deep and rough with lust.

I managed to undo his belt and zipper with trembling fingers, pushing his jeans and underwear down just enough to free his straining erection. Dakota hissed as the cool air hit his heated flesh. I wrapped my hand around him, marveling at the velvety softness of his skin contrasted with his rock-hard arousal. Stealing a glance down, I couldn’t help my jaw dropping slightly. He was bigger than I expected, both in length and girth.

We stroked each other in tandem, our breaths coming in short gasps. Dakota’s thumb swiped over the sensitive head of my cock, spreading the bead of pre-cum gathered there. I mimicked the action, eliciting a moan from his lips. However, when I pulled my hand back and slipped my thumb in my mouth, tasting his salty sweetness, I saw him grin.

“Fuck,” he muttered. “Why is that so hot?”

“Nobody ever done that to you before?” I asked, unable to stop smiling like a fool.

“N-No.” He shifted uncomfortably, his demeanor suddenly shy. “It’s uh… It’s been quite a while for me. I don’t have a lot of experience.”

The vulnerability in his voice made me shudder. I was somehow both honored and deeply aroused that he would trust me with something so private.

“We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do,” I said, giving him the option to back out of our heated tangle.

“No,” he replied definitively. “I… I want this. I need it. I need…” he looked up at me. “I need you.”

My heart raced at Dakota’s words. I cupped his face in my hands, pulling him in for another passionate kiss. His stubble scratched against my palms, reminding me of his rugged masculinity. As our tongues danced, I slowly walked us backwards until Dakota’s back hit the wall.

I broke the kiss, trailing my lips down his neck and chest. Dakota’s breath hitched as I swirled my tongue around one of his nipples. His fingers tangled in my hair, urging me lower. I obliged, dropping to my knees in front of him.

Looking up, I met Dakota’s intense gaze. His chest heaved with anticipation, a light sheen of sweat glistening on his tanned skin. I maintained eye contact as I slowly licked a stripe up the underside of his cock. Dakota’s head fell back against the wall with a soft thud, a low moan escaping his lips. Encouraged by his reaction, I took him into my mouth, savoring the weight of him on my tongue.

Dakota’s fingers tightened in my hair as I began to bob my head, taking him deeper with each pass. His hips twitched, clearly fighting the urge to thrust. I placed my hands on his thighs, feeling the muscles quiver beneath my touch.

“Logan,” he gasped, his voice strained. “That feels... incredible.”

I hummed in response, the vibrations making Dakota buck involuntarily. I relaxed my throat, taking him even deeper. Above me, Dakota’s breathing grew ragged, punctuated by soft moans and whispered curses.

“Wait,” he panted after a few minutes. “I don’t want to... not yet.”

I pulled off slowly, looking up at him questioningly. Dakota’s eyes were wild with desperation as he pulled me to my feet. In one fluid motion, he spun us around so my back was against the wall. His lips crashed into mine, the kiss deep and hungry.

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