Strung Tight (The Road To Rocktoberfest #1) - Ann Lister Page 0,66
share this with Dallas, and I hoped I could give him as much pleasure to make him unravel quickly too.
I helped ease him onto his back, then lifted his hips to meet my groin and held his legs in my palms. I loved the feel of his course leg hair against my hands and the solid muscles of his calves. I gave him a moment to relax in my hold and then slammed into him. He moaned loudly, which had me repeating the same forceful thrusts over and over, and then his eyes went wide at the same time I felt an internal spasm clench my cock in a vice.
“That’s it, that’s it!” Dallas panted. “Keep hitting that spot, and I’ll come.”
I dropped his legs and leaned over him to rest my weight on my hands. My hips moved faster, and Dallas reached between us and began to jack himself. I did my best to match the timing of his strokes, and when he let go a few seconds later, I was right behind him. I flooded the condom and rode the wave of bliss as long as I could. I don’t think I’d ever come that hard or for that long. It was by far the best feeling I’d ever had during sex. Dallas was shaking through the aftershocks, and each time, I felt another one of those incredible spasms deep inside of him.
It was powerful, erotic, and beautiful to watch it all play out on Dallas’s face. I felt that odd sensation of butterflies in my stomach again at the thought of being inside of him and moaned with disappointment when my cock began to soften and slide out, hating to leave the snug warmth of his body. I rolled to the side and removed the condom, wrapped it in a wad of tissues, and threw it into a trashcan by the bed. Then I reached for Dallas again and held him against me.
“What’d you think?” Dallas asked after a quiet moment.
“I’m suddenly at a loss for words because saying it was the best sounds enormously clichéd and inadequate for something that fucking epic.” I sighed.
“I know what you mean,” Dallas agreed, “but that was phenomenal and the best for me too. I don’t mind saying that and sounding clichéd if it’s the truth.”
I knew I was grinning like an idiot, but I didn’t feel the need to hide it either. Besides, Dallas looked equally as blissed-out and goofy himself. I tugged him closer until he was plastered up against my side. It still didn’t feel close enough for me, especially since only moments ago, I was literally inside of him.
“Want to get cleaned up and finish your sandwich? Then maybe we can go for round two,” I suggested and pressed a kiss to his forehead.
He was right. I felt like I could take on Superman and perhaps even leap a tall building to kick his ass.
“Hand me the box of tissues, and I’ll wipe up the mess I made,” Dallas said, and I reached to give him the box behind my head.
“Let’s finish eating, and I’ll tell you about the conversation I had with Mike after we were up on my roof,” I said.
“Yes! I’ve been waiting for you to tell me about that,” Dallas said and rolled from the bed. He used a few tissues to clean off his stomach and then walked into the bathroom to find his underwear to pull back on.
I had already slipped back into my boxers and grabbed the sandwich Dallas had left on the table in the bedroom and brought it out to him.
“Okay, stud, start spilling,” Dallas coaxed as we sat down on one of the living room couches and got comfortable while I shared the conversation I’d had with Mike.
Chapter Twenty-One
“Mike is bi?” Dallas asked with a look of shock on his face.
“That’s what he told me, and he shared some very interesting stories,” I said.
“Like what?” he asked while he bit into his sandwich.
“His first time with a guy was in high school, and it happened during a threesome with his girlfriend,” I explained.
“Lucky bastard,” Dallas said.
“You’ve never had a three-way?” I asked.
“Nope, never been that fortunate,” he answered.
I walked to the refrigerator and pulled out two bottles of water for us and sat back on the couch beside him. “I’ve had very limited sexual experiences and never an opportunity for any kind of ménage.”