on his prostate, from the way his cock throbbed in my hand with each motion. Then he braced his knees on the floor and began to lift up a few inches, and then sink down on my cock, still moving in those grinding circles. It was slow, and dirty, and I wanted more.
I reached up and grabbed the nape of his neck and pulled him down again, then crushed my mouth into his. I fucked my tongue into his mouth deeply, as I palmed his ass with both hands, and his cock pressed hard against my belly. It twitched and drooled precum. It felt so fucking good, so right, to be this deep inside him, to have him pressed against me like this. Like we were meant to be like this. Made for each other.
“Fuck, Dante,” he sighed into my mouth. “Come on. Fuck me.”
I didn’t need to be told twice. I planted my feet on the kitchen floor and began to buck my hips up, driving my cock deep inside him, and then dragging it all the way out. Heath groaned and gripped my shoulders as I began to thrust a little faster, a little harder, driving my cock into his tight ass again and again and again.
“Like that,” he whimpered into my neck. “Yes, Dante, like that, keep going, keep going.”
“You gonna come, baby?” I asked as I thrust into him. My own climax was building in my gut, roiling like an oncoming storm. “You gonna come untouched for me?”
He nodded. “Yes, yes, I’m close.”
I kept one hand palming his ass cheek, but I skated the other up and down his lean muscled back, through the sweat there, and then landed a light smack on his ass. He shivered. “Again.”
I did it again.
“Harder.”
I bit back a groan of my own, hips stuttering as I spanked him hard enough for the cracking sound to ring through the kitchen.
I did it again, and again, timing my spanks with each sharp thrust of my hips, until Heath was writhing desperately against me. I pistoned my hips deep and fast, and then Heath’s entire body went bowstring-tight, and he cried out into the crook of my neck and came hard. It spilled hot across my skin as Heath’s hole tightened deliciously around me and then spasmed through his climax.
I fell over the edge soon behind him, driving in deep and then holding his hips in place as my orgasm crashed through me. I captured his lips in a deep, messy kiss as I came, toes curling against the cool tile, my back arching as if I could somehow get closer to him.
Then I slumped back, boneless against the floor as the aftershocks rippled through me. I was suddenly aware of the hardness of the floor behind me, the flour sticking to my back, the ache in my thighs from thrusting into him.
But none of that mattered. Not when I had Heath pliant against me, dropping open-mouthed kisses against my neck.
“Wow,” I murmured.
Heath hummed a wordless agreement.
I pulled out and Heath winced, but I smoothed a hand soothingly over his ass and he wiggled in satisfaction, nuzzling closer to me.
“Don’t fall asleep,” I said.
“Won’t,” Heath murmured.
“Sure looks like you will.” I gathered him in my arms and slowly sat up, wincing at my sore back. But it was a welcome kind of soreness—a soreness I knew I’d be happy to feel tomorrow. “Come on, let’s at least sit on the couch.”
We got cleaned up, and Heath borrowed a clean pair of sweatpants. He always looked so cute in my clothes, comfortable and taken care of. And when I tugged him by the wrist to settle onto the couch with me, he followed with an easy, happy smile.
HEATH
Dante tugged me onto his chest where he was lying on the couch. I settled into him with a sigh, resting against him, feeling his chest expand with every breath. I was satisfied down to my bones, from both the sex and the knowledge that he loved me. He loved me.
Dante wrapped his arms around my middle and I took one of his hands in mine, idly massaging his palm.
“I gotta remember that dare trick,” I said. “It worked out even better than I expected.”
He laughed and dropped a kiss on the crown of my head. “You’ve found my one weakness.”
“What, dares?” I asked.
“That, and you.”
I smiled and drew Dante’s knuckles up to my mouth, kissing them. “This was fun, but I think I’ll let you be