Why couldn’t he have at leasttriedto deny how much he wanted her?But why would he at this point?
“I won’t give you up for her,” Danny said.
That was true.I heard his honesty.This was a moment where everything changed, based on what I did and said and decided to do next.
Responsible Brandon said it was time to stop screwing around with Reese.I needed to dial things back with her, and do everything I could to keep Danny here.The two of us were good together.
Then there was Reckless Brandon, who was tired of being kept on a leash.Who was burned out at work, and felt my soul spark to life every time I made what Responsible Brandon considered a bad decision.Reckless Brandon wanted to sayfuck it, and have more Reese, and even see Danny with Reese.
Could I do that?Could I watch the two of them together?Danny had only been teasing her today.Not touching her—it was all words.I was torn between remembering how much Reese hurt Danny and seeing how good it had felt to justdothese last few days.
“What do we do next?”Danny asked.
It was an open-ended question.He meant in regard to Reese, but I didn’t have that answer.I was so tired of being responsible, I couldn’t even confront my own emotions.Instead, I knocked Danny back on the bed, and straddled his waist.“Next, I do you.”
“This isn’t a solution.”Danny worked his hips against me, despite the words.
“It’s not-not-a-solution,” I countered.
He gave me a skeptical smile.“I can’t think of an argument.”
And I was tired of thinking in general.I crashed my mouth down on his, swallowing his groan and molding our bodies together as tightly as possible.
Danny was hard against my hip.I needed to feel more.I pulled away enough to strip off his shorts, and his cock sprung free.When I gripped his shaft, he bucked into my touch with the kind of moan that lit up my senses.
I wasn’t up for foreplay or dragging this moment out—I needed to feel him wrapped around me now.I hated to break contact even long enough to grab the lube, but some necessities couldn’t be ignored.In short order I returned, knelt between his legs, and freed my cock.
I stroked him while I glided lube along his ass and teased his entrance with a finger.As he fell into the physical, his eyes half closed, his mouth slightly open in an unfinished sigh, I squeezed his shaft harder.Pumped faster.Dipped a finger inside him.
When Danny was panting, his hips bucking with each pump I eased up
He opened a single eye and watched me with wary amusement.“Tease.”
“Not so much.”I pressed against his hole with the head of my cock.
His groan stretched out as he did, and mingled with mine, as I slid inside him.And then I was hammering hard and fast, gripping his dick again, and jerking him in time to the way I thrust inside him.
Danny’s guttural cry when he came was familiar and electrifying and yanked me over a chasm of need.Climax built inside me, nudging, surging, clenching my balls until I plummeted into the depths of pleasure.
I spilled inside him, still slamming until I was spent and too tender to push anymore, then collapsed next to Danny on the bed.I pulled him into me, and kissed his shoulder.He was salty with perspiration and the scent of soap was still heavy on his skin.
This was bliss.This was perfection.
This was me trying to avoid thinking about reality.
The thought slammed into me and I shoved it away, locking it into the back of my mind.Sometimes a guy needed to let go and lose himself in the man he loved.There was nothing wrong with that.
Fifteen
Danny
I was almost always upfor great sex.And as I lay in a nice bed that someone else would have to make, in the middle of the afternoon, with my boyfriend, I didn’t have any regrets.
That thought was a problem though—why would I?Why should I?
Because Brandon initiated the entire thing to distract me—and probably him—from finishing our talk about Reese.
So the sex?That was great.