Page 89 of Reaper Razed

“What are you gonna say to Ray?”

“Fuck, I’m gonna beg and plead, and I might have to install her that tech she's been after in the office and take her for ice cream, but I will suck it up and hug her till she's not mad at me anymore!”

“Then do that with Dane, dude. They’re basically the same fucking person. Ray just doesn't have a dick, and Dane does! She's your best friend. How can you not have noticed?”

I scrub a hand down my face. He’s fucking right. How can I not have realised? When I said I wanted her with a dick, I didn't think it would be so literal.

“Come on, dickhead. You've got some grovelling to do!”

“Won't Ray be asleep now?”

“Fuck’s sake, Dice, not Ray, Dane!” He shakes his head as we head out of the door.

When we get to the apartment, I head into Dane’s room, and he’s sleeping where I left him, a little more central than before, so I just strip down and get in beside him. I don't wake him up. I just get as close as I can without disturbing him, and I go to sleep myself. I’m drained. It has been an emotional rollercoaster, and I'm beat.

Dane

I wake up and try to move, but there's an arm pinning me down, and as I try to turn, a grumpy, raspy voice says, “It's too early, shhh, sleep,” and tugs me tighter against his naked body. Shit, naked body. I can feel his dick stirring against the side of my leg, and now I can feel mine.

“What are you doing here?”

“Babe, it’s so early. Please, go back to sleep!” Dice grumbles.

“Babe?” I question.

Where the hell did that come from? But he just replies with, “Yeah?” like I'm the one calling him babe. Have I woken up in a different dimension or some weird shit like that?

I pull out of his arms and go to leave the room. “Why?”

I turn to face him. “Why what?”

“Why are you leaving?”

Barking out a laugh, I say, “I'm going for a piss.” I pull on some boxers. “I'll be back in like two minutes, okay?”

“Fine.” he grumbles and looks at his wrist like he's timing me, but the guy doesn't even wear a watch,

As I walk back into my room, the door clicks softly shut, and I stalk back to bed. I strip off again.

As I climb in, he reaches out and pulls me to him. I'm half laid on him, half on the bed, and he crashes his lips to mine, dragging my body against his. He reaches down and cups my arse, pulling me closer, grinding into me, and I pull back slightly.

“Dice,” my voice comes out as a gravelly moan. “Are you sure about this? If we go any further, I don't think I can come back from that.”

“Dane, don't stop.”

“Dice, I need to know what you want.”

He drags me in for a bruising kiss, and I give in. I let him take it, and I grind myself shamelessly against his thigh. I reach down and cup his balls. He grabs my wrist, staring me straight in the eyes. I think he's having second thoughts till he says, “Dane, I need you inside me right now! Babe, I need you to fuck me.”

And I don't need telling twice. As I move off him, he groans till I pull the lube from the bedside drawer and lather it over my dick. Putting some on my hand, I climb in between his legs, sliding my hand down between us and massaging the lube between his cheeks. He groans and grinds against me. I push a finger in, causing him to shudder. He drags me back in for a kiss as I go to push a second finger in.

“Dane, just fuck me, please,” he pants, pulling away from the kiss before slamming his mouth against mine again, so I line my tip up and gently push forward.

“Fuck,” he gasps out as I pull back slightly. Before I’m in anymore, he tenses up, and I relax, kissing him less frantic this time. He grinds into me. “Dane, now!” I stare down at him at the sheer desperation etched across his face.

I take a breath and slam into him. “Fucking Jesus,” he gasps out as I pull back and slam into him again. There's nothing romantic or gentle about our first time together. It's desperate, dirty, and all-consuming as I lose myself to the feeling I’ve craved for so long. I slam into him repeatedly, lean on one arm, slide my hand between us, and wrap it around his length. I squeeze before driving into him again. He bucks underneath me as I slide my hand over his shaft, and I can't stop. I can't slow. I just keep driving into him as his eyes roll into the back of his head, his breaths coming in jagged and ragged. He’s panting, and he's hanging on to the bed. His knuckles are white from the tight grip, and as I slam into him again, he bites down on his lip. I watch him let go as streams of come cover his abdomen while I can't contain myself any more and slam into him again and again, following him into oblivion.

I collapse against him, panting and trying to breathe, when his gaze catches mine. “Shit,” he gasps. “That was… fuck, I’m screwed.” He slams his lips against mine as I start to move slowly, this time sliding my body up and down his. “Shit,” he gasps out.

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