Strung Tight (The Road To Rocktoberfest #1) - Ann Lister Page 0,37
face just flushed the shade of raspberries in front of my eyes,” Dallas said as he moved closer with that long erect cock pointing straight up at me. “Are you still okay with this?”
“I’m more okay than I was even an hour ago,” I said in a soft tone. My eyes never left his bobbing dick. “I swear some kind of odd calm just washed over me from seeing you naked.”
My gaze lifted and met Dallas’s. His sexy lips curled up in a grin from my comment that I felt a flutter in the pit of my stomach. He made me feel so light and yet impossibly hot at the same damn time. I loved every fucking moment I spent with him and found myself opening my arms to welcome him back against me. His hands slid inside the back of my boxer briefs and squeezed my ass.
“If we’re showering, you better lose the underwear,” Dallas commented and pushed them off my butt and down my thighs. I wiggled enough to get them to my ankles, and from there, I made a show out of kicking them off to the side.
His eyes were all over me, and damn, his perusal felt good. I loved the way he lingered on my junk. I was so hard I could feel a slight twitch of its weight between my legs with every beat of my heart. Pre-come oozed from the slit, and I shivered when Dallas dragged his index finger up the length of my shaft, then collected the sweet drip clinging to the rim of my head.
“Fuck.” I sighed and closed my eyes.
“Tastes so good,” Dallas whispered and then leaned in and brushed his lips over mine. “I can’t wait to go down on you.”
His words made my stomach drop, and I felt a little dizzy. I grabbed the back of his head and offered him a fierce kiss that I hoped conveyed just how on board I was with everything—especially his mouth on my cock.
We pulled out of the kiss long enough to step into the tub shower as warm water sluiced over our bodies. I filled my palm with bodywash and went to work lathering Dallas’s chest, neck, and shoulders; then I moved to his arms and pits and massaged all his tight muscles before turning him to work on his back. Dallas was mush by the time I finished kneading the knots my fingers had found. I paid special attention to those particular spots, but I also allowed myself to explore his body in general to familiarize myself with the dips, the hard planes, and the sexy swirls of tattoos I could touch with my fingertips.
“Which was your first tattoo?” I asked him.
He turned around to face me and pointed to the yin and yang symbol that was inked around his belly button. “I had that done when I was sixteen,” Dallas said. “A friend’s older brother did it for me after-hours at the shop where he worked. He also did the wings between my shoulder blades.”
“They’re all so gorgeous and … sexy.” I licked the side of his neck where there was a small triangle below his ear in blue, purple, and pink colors. I hadn’t seen this tattoo yet because his longish hair was always covering it. “The triangle symbol looks familiar. What does that represent?”
“Bisexual pride,” Dallas explained. “These initials and the dates over here are for my mom. She died from cancer when I was ten.”
“Jesus, I’m sorry to hear that.” I touched the heart and ribbon on his left shoulder.
“It’s just been my father and me ever since then,” Dallas elaborated. “He did his best, but he was always working on one tour or another, and I was left alone a lot, which is why I started getting into trouble.” Dallas’s hands fanned over my chest as his eyes scanned my body. “You don’t have any tats?”
“Not yet,” I said. “I want to have my band’s logo inked on me somewhere, but we need to have one designed for us in order for that to happen.”
“Seriously? You don’t have a logo yet?” he asked.
“Nope, but maybe once we get fully established.”
“That would be really cool,” he said and smiled.
Dallas tipped his hips forward, and our thick cocks bumped into each other. He began to lather me up while he kept his hips steadily rocking against my aching groin. I helped quicken the process by turning into the spray to rinse the soap from my