Page 24 of One Lovely Lie

“I-I do want to. I’m just not ready yet,” he admits, glancing down at the floor sheepishly as if embarrassed by his confession.

“And that’s fine, baby. Whatever you need.” I tug his hand and lead him to the center of the room, dropping the blanket on the ground. “Here, let’s cuddle for a bit.”

He bites his lip as he nods, collapsing into my arms when we land on the floor. This time I don’t let him spoon me. I lay on my back and maneuver him onto my chest so his head rests next to my neck and his leg is thrown over my hip.

He fits so nicely in my arms. It always grosses me out when any of my other hookups want to cuddle. I never want to be an asshole but cuddling a practical stranger is just not my thing. It’s different with Daniel, just business as usual. It feels as natural as breathing. He’s always been perfect for me.

We just lay there for a while, I have no idea how much time actually passes. I just enjoy our time pressed together, letting everything else fade away into the background.

I almost don’t notice when Daniel’s hand starts to wander. It starts at my cheek, feeling the scruff on my skin before moving down to my chest where he rubs circles over the fabric of my shirt. My breath hitches when his hand lands on the waistband of my pants, teasing me by slipping his pinky finger under to brush my bare skin.

“I think…” he begins, timidly kissing my collarbone as more of his fingers make their way under my pants. “I think I’m ready for more.”

I try to curb my excitement. Fuck, I really want him to touch me. I’ve been more than happy to take the lead in all of this, but I’m so fucking ready for this. “Really? What did you have in mind?”

Now that all his fingers are in my pants, he starts hesitantly stroking me through my boxers like he’s not too sure what to do.

“I…” The nerves are written all over his face.

“Just do what you like to do to yourself,” I reassure him, petting his head as his grip on me tightens. “Like that, baby. Why don’t you take me out?”

He nods slowly, chewing the inside of his cheek as he sits up and pulls down my pants and my boxers in one fell swoop. I feel a bit full of myself when he checks out my dick, his jaw dropping like an invitation.

“Oh, wow…” he whispers, mesmerized as he runs his hand up and down my length, goosebumps erupting on my skin at the touch. “Magnus…”

I’m taken by surprise because I can already feel the telltale signs of a very powerful and consuming orgasm coursing through me.What the hell?

While I love the feel of his hand, I want more.

“Here, take your dick out too,” I say, breathless with anticipation as he nods eagerly. Once he’s exposed to me, I hold out my hand for him and it hovers just under his mouth. “We’re going to try something new. Spit.”

He leans and spits saliva into my hand, and god, why is that so fucking hot? Now that my hand is nice and wet, I coax him down over my body, guiding him until our cocks are pressed together, and then grip them both firmly in my hand.

“Oh my fucking god,” Daniel gasps, and I don’t know if he even realizes that he’s fucking frantically into my hand right now. “Magnus, what the fuck? Why is that so good?”

“It gets better,” I chuckle, jerking us off roughly. I kiss the tip of his chin and smile. “Just keep going like that, baby. I’ll make you feel so good.”

I bite my lip to keep my moans at bay. I don’t want to get us caught up here, pants around our ankles, and our dicks out. Honestly, it’s happened to me once and it’ll probably happen again, but I never want Daniel in that situation.

I feel like I deserve a medal right now because it’s so hard to keep myself from coming too soon as I gaze up at him. He has a light sheen of sweat on his forehead, his lips are parted as he lets out these whimpers that drive me crazy. The way his body moves makes my eyes want to roll to the back of my head because I can almost picture him fucking me.

Him naked. Skin on skin. His cock in my ass. His fingers on my hips as he—

That image sends me over the edge.

“Daniel, baby, I need you to come.”

“I’m s-so close…”

“Come. Come all over me.”

With a strangled grunt, he finishes all over my shirt. It’s one of my favorite shirts, but I don’t give a damn. I start to chase my release, but he’s suddenly off me, pulling away. I frown and open my mouth to say something, but it falls shut when he crawls down my body and takes my pulsing cock in his hand.

“Fuck, Mag. I need…”

He strokes me softly. Too softly to do anything for me. It’s frustrating as hell.

“What do you need? I’ll give it to you.”

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