Page 54 of Never Stay Gone
Fuck, he’d just sunk his fingers inside himself, was fingering himself open for Dakota. Dakota could feel lube dripping onto his thighs and sliding in slow drops down his skin.
He sat up and wrapped his arms around Shane, running his hands all over Shane’s back and his body, then down to Shane’s ass. His fingers dipped into the lube-soaked cleft and teased at Shane’s hole, where two of Shane’s fingers were buried.
Shane trembled and pressed his open mouth to Dakota’s temple.
Jesus Christ, Shane was as hot as the goddamn sun. He was burning Dakota up, so much heat pouring from him Dakota could barely breathe. Sweat slicked their skin where Shane was humping Dakota’s belly, his cock pushing against Dakota like he could fuck against him for hours.
“Shane…” Dakota slid one finger alongside Shane’s. Pressed, and pushed inside.
Shane grasped Dakota’s hair and yanked. He pulled Dakota’s head backward, holding him still as he stared down into his eyes.
Fuck, Dakota wanted to be inside Shane so goddamn badly. Wanted to leave himself inside Shane, mark him, tell the world Shane was loved so fucking much byhim, by Dakota. He tried to kiss Shane, nipped up at where Shane was hovering over him. Shane panted against his lips.
Shane rippled around Dakota’s finger, tightening, clenching. A moment later, Shane pulled his fingers out of his ass, and Dakota slipped a second finger inside him. He swirled both, then curled his fingers hard. He dug his thumb up behind Shane’s balls and found Shane’s prostate, massaging him from both the inside and the outside.
Shane gritted his teeth, eyes wide, and he quivered like a bowstring. Then he kissed Dakota, another soul-tearing kiss, breathing the air right out of Dakota’s lungs.
Dakota pulled his fingers out of Shane and grabbed Shane’s hips, trying not to fall off the bed or off the world. His fingertips made divots in Shane’s skin, pressed hard against hip bones. He steadied Shane, lined up—
Pressure. Liquid heat surrounding him as Shane speared himself on Dakota’s cock. Shane’s thighs quaked where they squeezed Dakota’s waist, and his lube-slick hand joined the other in Dakota’s hair, clinging to Dakota as Shane wentall the way down, eyes wide, teeth clenched. Shane’s cock throbbed between them, weeping precome all over Dakota.
Nothing in the universe could come close to being with Shane. From their tentative kisses to their fumbling make-out sessions to the nights in the desert when they explored each other’s bodies—and prom, when Dakota had given his soul to Shane—and now, thirteen years later, Shane giving himself to Dakota too. All of it, every moment, was perfection.
On top of that, the light of the bedside lamp was strong enough to throw shadows from their tangled bodies on the walls. Anyone walking past could see the shapes moving through the curtains and knowexactlywhat they were doing. Shane hadn’t bothered hiding his truck. And here he was, in Dakota’s arms, making love to him.
What world was this?
Dakota grabbed hold of Shane’s ass cheeks as Shane started to move. A slow roll of his hips, and then a long slide up, up, as if he was going to come off of Dakota’s cock—
But Shane sank back down, one slow inch at a time. His ass was impossibly tight, muscles almost strangling Dakota as he took every bit, all the way down to Dakota’s thick root. Dakota dug his fingers into the meat of Shane’s ass and dragged him down even farther, ground all of himself up into Shane.
Shane shivered and trembled and arched into Dakota again. His chest heaved, and Dakota planted his lips on Shane’s nipple—right there in front of his face—and bit down. Shane cursed, dragging Dakota to him, pushing Dakota’s face hard into his chest as he writhed and clenched on Dakota’s cock. Finally, Dakota tore away and captured Shane’s lips in another bruising kiss.
They moved together, their bodies finding the rhythms that had always existed between them, the pull of each other, body to heart to soul. Sweat slicked Shane’s back, ran down Dakota’s chest. Dakota worked his hips, driving into Shane in slow thrusts as Shane met his cock with deep rolls of his hips. Shane moaned every time Dakota bottomed out, until he was making one long, continuous sound, a groan and a gasp and Dakota’s name panted against Dakota’s lips and cheek. His muscles tensed and clenched and then went liquid beneath Dakota’s hands as Shane rose and fell.
Shane’s thighs clenched around Dakota’s waist right before he faltered, sinking down on Dakota’s cock and then stilling. His quads seized against Dakota’s waist, wrung out, spent, and he breathed hard into Dakota’s hair. “Sorry. I’m sorry. My knee—”
Not a problem. Dakota tipped them over, rolling with Shane without ever slipping from his body. He kissed Shane, resettling with his elbows on the mattress bracketing Shane’s head as Shane’s legs wound tight around his waist.
Dakota slid his fingers into Shane’s hair. Guided his face up until they were staring into each other’s eyes. “I love you,” Dakota breathed as he thrust into Shane, into that slick, tight, aching heat.
Again and again he thrust, pumping hard, watching as Shane’s mouth dropped open and he grasped the tangled bedsheets over his head and his eyes bored deep into Dakota’s. Dakota kissed Shane everywhere he could, keeping his eyes open, soaking up the sight of the love of his life beneath him, in his arms, sweat-soaked skin glistening as the scent of their sex rose like a heat haze, making Dakota dizzy. Dakota could feel Shane’s cock pulsing against him, hot spurts of mini orgasms weeping from him as Dakota drilled into Shane’s prostate with every stroke.
Shane met him thrust for thrust, grinding up into Dakota, ecstasy blooming through his eyes as he mouthed “I love you”and “Dakota.” His legs unhooked, spread wide, knees bent by Dakota’s shoulders, heels bobbing in the air with his toes curled so tight they were white when Dakota dropped a kiss to Shane’s calf, his ankle. Dakota sucked on Shane’s collarbone and his nipple again, until Shane was shaking so hard his eyes rolled back and his fingers raked down the sheets, dragging them into a messy heap beside their faces. He gasped, dragged in a ragged, broken breath—
And then wailed, coming undone around Dakota. Shane bucked hard, grabbed hold of Dakota’s arms, spread his legs and kicked at the air. His cock twitched against Dakota, and then slick, burning heat spread between them, a river of it, pouring out of him and soaking his skin and Dakota’s like a brand. Shane’s shoulders flexed and his biceps went hard and he breathed one word in a shaking, sobbing whimper: “Dakota…”
Dakota’s muscles clenched, tightening, tightening, as he thrust into Shane. Shane was coming apart, and Dakota, too, was about to fly apart. He felt the swell, the burn, the prickle in his veins, the crush of everything down to one moment, one breath, one single vision: Shane, looking up at him with so much goddamnlove, Dakota’s name on his lips as he came.
Dakota roared, pounding into Shane harder, faster than before, emptying into the love of his life like a flood had run right through him. He kept coming, coming so hard he couldn’t breathe. The world went white, and he lost sight of Shane for a moment, until everything suddenly came back sharper, brighter, more intense than before. Heat swelled between them, a slick squelch of it pushing out of Shane as Dakota kept moving inside him, never wanting to stop making love to this man.
Eventually, Dakota’s hips slowed, though Shane still rocked up into him, as if he still wanted to fuck Dakota’s softening cock.
Dakota buried his face in Shane’s neck, and Shane’s hands stroked up and down his sweaty back as he wrapped his legs into and through Dakota’s, threading every part of their bodies together. Dakota pressed a kiss over Shane’s fluttering, lightning-bug-quick pulse and then groaned when his cock slipped from Shane.
Shane shuddered all the way to his toes.
The lamplight fell over Shane’s face, making hollows of shadows beneath his eyes and under his cheekbones. Shane’s lips were red and swollen, his cheeks scratched from Dakota’s scruff and the intensity of their kisses. Dakota ran his fingers through the wet tips of Shane’s hair, then traced the line of his jaw down to his chin. He kissed Shane’s nose, the center of his forehead. “Love you,” he whispered. He’d never stop saying it, now that he could.
