Page 50 of Never Stay Gone
Shane shivered. There was a reason they’d only done it that one time, after prom. Shane had lost himself completely that night. It had felt like he was burrowing for Dakota’s heart and he could reach where the root of their love grew if only he kept going. If only he made love to Dakota again, and again, and again, he might be able to feel where his soul and Dakota’s touched.
He’d been too scared to do it again, after that. Too scared of what he’d find and how much he loved loving Dakota.
But that’s exactly what he wanted now. He wanted Dakota inside him, all the way inside, deep in his hidden places. He wanted Dakota to fill him up, find all the emptiness where parts of Shane had withered and died, and replace that despair with Dakota’s love. He wanted Dakota to breathe into him and find the shards of his shattered heart, every piece that broke that day, and bring them—him—back together. And then he wanted Dakota to keep his heart, because it was Dakota’s. Always had been, and always would be.
Shane pulled Dakota up, kissing him as he tightened his thighs and locked his ankles and rocked his hips and his aching cock up into Dakota’s belly. Dakota was hard again. “Please,” Shane breathed against Dakota’s lips. “Make love to me and never stop.”
Dakota kissed him until Shane’s eyes rolled back and his toes curled again, and he thought he might come from the feel of Dakota’s lips and tongue alone. Then Dakota was gone, and Shane gasped as he reached for empty air. Dakota’s shadow fell across him as Dakota crossed the motel room and dug into his duffel bag, tossing out shirts and briefs until his shaking hands remerged with a condom and a bottle of lube.
“You’re the only man I ever went bare with,” Dakota whispered. “If you wanna use this, it’s your choice.”
He and Shelly had used condoms for the first two years, until they lurched into thinking about forever and agreed to be exclusive. But he was Dakota’s lover first—Dakota’s still—and his body had always belonged to Dakota. He didn’t want anything between them, ever.
Shane took the condom and tossed it on the floor.
Dakota flew back into his arms, kissing him everywhere, his hands touching everywhere, his body hard against Shane’s and pushing him into the mattress. Shane gasped, trying to hold on as Dakota overwhelmed him in every possible way. He hitched his leg around Dakota’s thigh.
“Shane…” Dakota rocked his hips. Their cocks slid against one another, achingly hard, so hot it almost burned his skin. Shane shivered, and Dakota kissed him again, ran his tongue along the inside of Shane’s mouth as he kept thrusting, kept rocking, until—
Dakota’s cock slid down into the cleft of Shane’s ass.
Shane’s thighs spread. One of Dakota’s hands grasped Shane’s cheek, kneading as he ran his cock up and down Shane’s ass. His cock caught on the wet rim of Shane’s hole, Dakota’s spit and precome making him slick.
But not slick enough. Dakota fumbled for the lube he’d tossed on the mattress, got it open one-handed, and squirted out a palmful. He didn’t pull away from Shane but instead slid his hand down between them, as if giving up contact even for this, for just a moment, was an impossibility. He hitched Shane’s knee over his elbow and ran soaked fingers around Shane’s hole, circling, circling, before he slipped his finger inside.
Dakota held Shane’s stare, watching every shudder and shiver and broken gasp that fell from Shane’s lips. “Okay?”
Shane nodded. Bit down on his lip.
A second finger joined the first, reaching deep into Shane. He bucked against Dakota, clenched his calf, and bent his knee down around Dakota’s arm. Dakota kissed him with teeth and tongue, growling as he curled his fingers all the way inside Shane and stroked.
White-hot fireworks burst behind Shane’s eyes. He bucked against Dakota like Dakota had shot electricity straight up into him, like Dakota’s fingers had grazed something needy and essential that both shouldn’t be touched and desperately needed to be. Dakota grinned, the shape of his smile gentle against Shane’s jaw, and chuckled as he stroked that place again. Shane grabbed on to Dakota as he struggled to drag in oxygen that wasn’t there.
A third finger slipped inside him, and Dakota’s thumb massaged the soaked skin behind his balls. He was dripping with lube—Dakota had used so much, too much, surely. He could feel it dripping around Dakota’s fingers, feel it slip and slide within him.
“Shane…” Dakota kissed him, little raindrop kisses across his closed eyelids and down his nose and over his quivering lips. His fingers curled, pressed. “Shane, you ready?”
Shane nodded. His lips brushed Dakota’s, trembled on Dakota’s chin. Dakota was still everywhere, covering him, all around him. The air he breathed in, the taste on his lips. The burn on his skin, inside and out. He hitched his leg higher when Dakota’s fingers pulled away from him, as if he could climb Dakota, open himself all the way for Dakota’s body.
Dakota fumbled between them, his lube-slick hand grabbing hold of his own cock and guiding it to Shane’s entrance. Dakota stilled, holding there, and pressed his forehead to Shane’s as he exhaled. “I love you,” he whispered.
Shane cupped Dakota’s face in his hands. “I love you, Dakota.”
Dakota shuddered, and he rocked forward, and the thick, hard heat between Shane’s legs pushed into him. Dakota was big, and though his slide in was slick—not too much lube after all—Shane dug his fingers into Dakota’s scalp and screamed soundlessly, his jaw dropping and his back arching with every inch Dakota sank inside of him.
Until he was seated all the way, so deep inside Shane couldn’t breathe.
Dakota’s body trembled around Shane, quivering when Shane’s hands ran down his back and grasped his hips. He buried his face in Shane’s neck, and Shane felt the heat of a single tear down his skin. Dakota’s tear. “Shane,” Dakota breathed again, whispering his name like it was a prayer. Or like he didn’t believe this moment was real.
Shane arched up against Dakota, squeezing and grinding himself deeper on Dakota’s cock. Dakota growled, and his hands grasped Shane’s ass. He dragged Shane even deeper, like he wanted to disappear inside Shane, bring them closer than the physical limits of their bodies.
Instinct took over, and Shane bucked against Dakota’s careful grinding. Another growl, and then Dakota eased back before driving into Shane. He pressed his forehead against Shane’s. Breathed out, and Shane breathed him in. More of Dakota’s tears fell on Shane’s cheeks. Between them, Shane’s cock slid against Dakota’s belly, smearing precome.
Dakota kissed Shane as their bodies took over, hips thrusting, hands moving on sweat-slick skin. Dakota pulled Shane’s leg over his shoulder and bent Shane nearly in half. Shane wrapped his other leg around Dakota’s waist and clung on as Dakota sped up, went deeper, farther inside him. He wasn’t breathing so much as gasping, Dakota’s cock making Shane cry out as he went so deep, Shane imagined Dakota was carving new places that were his alone.
All at once, Dakota drew back, pulling out of Shane’s arms and scrambling for the edge of the bed. Shane fumbled, reached for him—
Dakota grabbed his ankles and hauled, dragging Shane across the mattress until his ass hung off the edge of the bed. Shane thought he was going to fall, and he grabbed Dakota’s bicep and the sheet over his head as Dakota got both hands on his ass and hauled Shane right back onto his cock. Dakota pitched forward, taking Shane’s hands in his own and pinning them above his head.
