Strung Tight (The Road To Rocktoberfest #1) - Ann Lister Page 0,25

movement. I had a sudden need to be naked, skin on skin with him but was afraid to ask.

“You drive me so fucking crazy,” Dallas whispered against my tender, kiss-swollen lips.

It felt good to hear him say that, relieved I wasn’t the only one who was close to losing his mind as well as his load. He leaned forward and balanced his weight on one hand and both knees. He hovered over me in that position while his other hand continued to jack us both off.

“Oh god!” I groaned. “I’m so close.” I looked up at him with pleading eyes. If he stopped now, I’d have to finish myself. No way could I wait until I got home to relieve the ache in my balls.

“I’ve got you—I’ve got us both,” Dallas whispered.

We were both panting into each other’s faces as we chased our orgasms. I gave myself over to every ripple and wave of ecstasy with no resistance when I felt myself falling into the abyss. I needed this release, maybe more so than any other I’d had recently. When I came, I didn’t even care where my jizz splattered. I just felt the enormous bliss and relief that I’d finally climaxed. Dallas grunted above me, and as felt the heat of his come splash onto my lower stomach to mix with mine, the idea of our come mingling together like that made me a shiver.

I lifted myself up a bit and glanced between our bodies, noticing the mess we’d made all over me and started to laugh. My god, this felt too good. The weight inside my chest was so much lighter now, and my head was clear. I was also at ease with the fact that Dallas was with me at this moment, and that might be the biggest shock from all of this, that I was with another guy and pretty much okay with it.

Dallas began to laugh, too, and rolled off me to rest on his back and catch his breath. “Sorry for the mess,” he apologized, “but that was fucking epic. It might be my biggest load yet.”

That made me laugh louder, and I glanced over at him stretched out beside me. He looked at me and our gazes locked. I had no idea what was happening between us, but I could feel myself being swept in deep with whatever this was. Every bit of anxiety, doubt, and fear disappeared when Dallas was near, and I had no idea why he had such magical powers that were able to calm me. I never imagined any person would have the ability to do that for me.

“I take it you didn’t bring a rag or even some tissues for me to clean up your ‘epic’ mess?” I asked with a chuckle.

“Dude, I remembered to grab the blanket and the weed,” Dallas said. “That’s pretty good for me.”

“Next time, we’ll have to make sure tissues and beer come along with us,” I said and then realized I’d implied this would happen again. Christ! I hope it happens again. “I mean, next time we go to the beach.”

Dallas turned onto his side to face me and ran two fingers through the cooling jizz on my stomach before lifting them to his mouth and licking them clean. “Will there be a next time for the messy parts too?” Dallas asked. “I’m a big fan of that myself.”

I snickered at his comment and felt my face flush with heat. Thankfully the darkened sky hid that from Dallas’s eyes, but hearing his words while watching him licking our combined spunk on his fingers had my cock slowly hardening all over again.

“You’re a crazy motherfucker,” I said as I began to tuck myself back into my pants, but his fingers wrapped around my wrist and stopped me.

“Did you like what I did for us?” he asked me.

I looked at him in the dim lighting from the parking lot lights above the cliffs and saw the open promise of more swirling in his serene eyes. This was all so every day for him, when, for me, it was all new—and wow, every touch we shared I felt all the way to my toes. It stole my breath—he stole my breath. How could I not want this feeling to continue?

“You mean the hand-job?” I questioned like an idiot.

“Yeah, that and rubbing our dicks together,” he added, and the heat in my body pitched even more. “I love sliding against another shaft like that. It’s one