“I wanna show you something,” he said, breaking away.
Part of me was relieved, but I was also curious– what would have happened if I had let it go any further? Dane motioned for me to follow him around the side of the house, which was very private, with a little walkway between tall hedges. My heart stirred as I followed him. It was so dark back there I almost couldn’t see my hand in front of my face and soon I couldn’t make anything out. I stopped. Where was I? And more importantly, where was he?
That’s when it happened. He slammed me up against the side of the house from behind, my face held there by his strong hands as he pressed his throbbing hard cock into the back of my jeans.
Turning my head towards him, he began kissing me—deep, urgent, hungry kisses. I was breathless; I knew I shouldn’t let this happen, but I couldn’t help myself. I kissed him back.
“Are we going to keep pretending like this?” he asked me breathlessly.
“Pretending what?” I said, as his hand reached under the front of my shirt and pulled me closer to him.
“That we’re not attracted to each other, that we don’t have a connection, that I haven’t gone to bed every night since we met and beat off thinking about you?” he said.
Fuck, he was good. Damn good. His lips were cold and tasted like beer, but his mouth was hot and his tongue skillful. His hands came down the front of my pants, flicking my hard cock, fishing for the my balls, squeezing them hard but gentle enough to know he cared about how I felt and that it wasn’t just about getting off.
“We shouldn’t–” I tried to say.
“I know, but I can’t help it, Kevin. I fucking want you. She won’t mind. She hasn’t had sex with me in four months. I haven’t felt this way about anyone before, not since I met you. I just want to do things to you that you’ve never had done before. I just want to make you feel good.”