Page 49 of Never Stay Gone
“I was. I’m okay now.”
“Were you evernotokay?”
Dakota was quiet. One hand trailed up Shane’s back until his fingers got lost in Shane’s hair at the back of his neck.
“Jesus.” Shane pressed his forehead against Dakota’s. He ran his hand over Dakota’s scar, as if he could take away all of Dakota’s hurts if he just loved Dakota a little bit more. What if Dakota had died? What if he’d never seen Dakota again, and they never got the chance to say all the things they needed to to each other? He dropped kisses on every one of Dakota’s scars, tracing a path through time as he mapped the new contours of his lover’s body.
If Dakota had died, Shane would have died too. Maybe not right away, but how much longer could he have kept going in this life without Dakota? He was a drowning man, and the truth and Dakota had been too far away for him to imagine being saved.
But now…
Dakota shivered beneath him, whispering Shane’s name as he clenched his fists in the pillow above his head. His cock was hard and heavy against his quivering belly, searing where it brushed against Shane’s skin.
Nerves shot through Shane again as he settled between Dakota’s thighs.I hope I’m good enough for him. What if he wasn’t? What if he disappointed Dakota, like he’d disappointed everyone else? Shane hadn’t done this in thirteen years, and even then, it had been furtive summer nights and quick, near-frantic moments.
Dakota hadn’t lived like a monk. He’d had lovers since that time.
Shane was the definition of both inexperienced and rusty.
Dakota’s legs shook as they spread. His chest heaved, and his hands grasped the sheets and twisted, and when Shane finally put his mouth on him, Dakota moaned his name in a way Shane had never heard, full of desperation and heartbreak and hope all at the same time.
Dakota tasted sofuckinggood. Shane wrapped his lips around Dakota’s cock and sank down, sucking him deep, his tongue working over Dakota’s shaft and his cock head and lapping up the salt-musk taste of him. He remembered the first night he’d blown Dakota, how he’d been shaking like a house in a tornado, so terrified of how much he wanted to put his lips around Dakota’s cock. It was the same now, all his hunger and his yearning focused on the way Dakota’s cock slid over his tongue, how his throat opened and Dakota sank deep inside him. The way the heady, dark taste of Dakota filled every corner of him, and the more he got, the more he wanted. He sucked and sucked, until Dakota was chanting his name and writhing and he dug his heels into the mattress and arched his back and his hands flew from the sheets to Shane’s shoulders and tried to tug Shane off—
Dakota roared as he came, both hands in Shane’s hair, his cock emptying down Shane’s throat as Shane swallowed, greedy for every drop. Shane groaned, and he reached between his legs for his own cock, squeezing the base to try to stave off his orgasm. Feeling Dakota come was enough to send him straight over the edge.
Dakota was wild-eyed and gasping when Shane crawled back up his body. He was trembling all over, especially when Shane pushed his own aching cock against Dakota’s crotch. “Shane,” Dakota breathed. “Jesus, Shane.” He dug his fingers into the meat of Shane’s back. Nails bit into Shane’s skin and ran down his spine.
Shane kissed Dakota tenderly, tasting and teasing him like he was going to suck Dakota’s tongue the same way he’d just sucked Dakota’s cock. He could suck Dakota every day, drink him down like that, listen to those moans and Dakota repeating his name. He could live off those moments for the rest of his life.
Dakota rolled him over and kissed a slow, lingering path down Shane’s chest to his belly button. He buried his face in Shane’s stomach, peppering the soft skin over his former six-pack with kisses before nibbling his way down Shane’s hip, his lips and tongue weaving ever closer to Shane’s cock.
Shane tried to grab on to Dakota, but Dakota laced his hands through Shane’s and pinned them to the mattress. He mouthed down Shane’s thigh, then sucked a hickey into the soft, tender skin next to his balls. Shane tipped his head back and groaned, then felt Dakota’s soft chuckle against his inner thigh and the tender kiss Dakota placed on the join of his hip and crotch.
That mouth was everywhere but where Shane desperately needed it to be. “Dakota,” he whimpered. “Please.”
Thirteen years he’d dreamed of Dakota and remembered their truck-bed fumblings… but those were the memories of a boy, not a man. He squeezed Dakota’s hands and spread his thighs, opening himself all the way. He held his breath, waiting, hoping—
Dakota’s tongue traced a long, wet line from the root of his cock to the very tip.
Shane roared, and he thrust upward, trying to chase Dakota as Dakota struggled to pin him back to the mattress. Dakota sank his mouth down on Shane’s cock, swallowing himall the fucking way, moaning as he sucked. Shane gasped and shivered and trembled, his legs vibrating, hands squeezing Dakota’s, hips simultaneously chasing and trying to escape the sensations of Dakota’s mouth and, Jesus, his tongue. Where the hell had Dakota learned how to do that? Dakota was trying to suck him inside out. Shane groaned, tipped his head to the side, and buried his face in Dakota’s pillow.
Dakota’s rough hands ran over Shane’s hips, down, around his ass, and then stroked up the back of his thighs. Dakota’s thumbs made small circles on the pale skin of his inner thighs before he rolled Shane’s hips up and spread his legs even wider. He came off Dakota’s cock with a pop and—
Lips came down on Shane’s hole, hot, wet, and slick, followed by Dakota’s tongue.
Shane’s feet pedaled the air as his hands clutched Dakota’s pillow and the corner of the sheet. He’d never, ever—
He’d never been this opened up to anyone. But Dakota had Shane’s heart and soul, and he had his body too. Shane belonged to Dakota in a fundamental, primal way.
Dakota was everywhere. The scent of him in the pillow next to Shane’s head, the heat of him pressed against Shane’s legs and his body. His hands, grasping Shane’s ass cheeks and kneading, holding him open as he plunged his tongue in and out of Shane’s hole.
Shane’s toes curled over Dakota’s head. “Dakota, Dakota…” Precome puddled on his belly. Everything clenched: his thighs, his abs, his calves, his fists, trying to hold on andnot come, not come yet.
Dakota sucked, his tongue swirling around the rim of Shane’s hole, and Shane keened as his back bowed and he tried to chase Dakota’s mouth. More. More of Dakota, more of this. More of them, together forever.
Wet kisses landed in an arc around Shane’s thigh. Dakota buried his face in the bend of Shane’s hip and crotch, breathing in, nibbling on the skin. Shane wrapped his shaking legs around Dakota’s shoulders and tried to hold on to him.
Dakota’s fingers trailed down the center of Shane’s ass. They flicked over his hole, once, twice, then circled, making wet trails through the saliva Dakota had slicked him with. “Can I make love to you?” Dakota whispered. He was still kissing Shane’s belly like he couldn’t keep his lips off of Shane.
