Rough warmth surrounded Dane’s balls, massaging them. The intensity of this connection wasthatstrong.
No. Aras had reached forward, cupped Dane’s balls and was working them between skilled, callused fingers. Left, then right. Clockwise, then counterclockwise. Push, then pull. Never painful, but firm. It was the kind of grip that could only come from a guy who worked with his hands, new exactly how delicate to be, and how forceful.
Dane wasn’t going to push in—unplanned anal was a no go unless you’d already okayed that with all parties—but he kept gliding his finger back and forth from Aras’s hole, across his taint, up his balls, and to the thick tube at the base of his cock, then back down the same path.
Aras dragged his fingers up from Dane’s balls, tracing his way along the length of Dane’s shaft. When he finally hit the exposed bit of Dane’s tip, he went in, sliding his finger through slick precum and down into the skin. He swirled his finger around, each tiny movement amplifying to a wave of ecstasy that crashed through Dane.
Aras pulled away and Dane couldn’t hold back a whimper…then a gasp as Aras raised that finger to his lips and sucked off the shining precum. He felt Dane,tastedDane. Then he nodded to the bed, tongue sticking out from between his teeth. Those eyes were still burning coals.
Dane was not about to protest. He went to the bed, waiting for a signal, a word, anything to know what they were doing. This had gone well beyond a tit for tat, show me yours I’ll show you mine kind of thing, and Aras was in charge.
Somehow, he never expected Aras dropping to his knees at the foot of the bed. Maybe it was stereotyping, or simply a misread, but Dane would have pegged him more as the kind of guy who tried to avoid head as much as possible. Those sorts of strapping, muscular dudes, in Dane’s experience, always expected Dane to suck them off. Then they threw on their stupid basketball shorts, said “thanks,” and moved on.
Aras, from the floor, ran his hands up Dane’s thighs, fingers splayed. Dane’s cock slipped into the space between his middle and forefinger. Then Aras went back down, then up higher, pressing into Dane’s belly. His thumb traced gently around the edges of Dane’s navel as his shirt was quietly raised. Before Dane could reach down and lift it off and over his head, Aras slid down again.
Then heat. Warmth. Moisture. Pressure. It all surrounded Dane’s cock as Aras slid down on it. His tongue worked around the ridge of Dane’s cock head in slow, firm circles as he took another inch, then another until he was at the base.
Finally, Dane managed to gather himself enough to look down. Aras’s eyes were bright and slightly misty, with his nose buried in ginger bush and his cheeks working in and out as he massaged Dane’s cock. Then he went somehowdeeperand Dane’s knees quaked. He was in Aras’s throat, the tightness redoubling. His ass clenched through a wave of ecstasy, and it almost thrust him over the edge.
Then Aras pulled back and wiped his eyes, breathing harshly, his shoulders bobbing. But he never looked down, never broke eye contact at all except for blinking. “Good?”
His voice was harsh, jagged, and it speared into Dane’s middle. Did he really have any doubt about that? It wasn’t every first date you got deep-throated, and although Dane wasn’t the kind to bring it up, he knew he was a little longer than average. Even if deep throating was on the table for a first date, not everyone couldmanagehim.
His internal monologue finally clicked into place. Thiswasn’ta first date. Or any kind of date. This was two coworkers fooling around and nothing more.
Aras took in a deep breath and blinked a couple times. It wasn’t something Dane was used to seeing on his face. He did break eye contact. His fingers balled up into fists against his thighs. His brows furrowed toward the center, sinking low.
“Of course it was good.” Apparently hedidneed the reassurance.
Aras’s face didn’t return to the same passionate, locked-in expression from before. But he parted his lips and took Dane again, and it was hard to focus on anything other than the insane cascade of sensation rising through his cock as Aras took him to the hilt yet again.
Chapter fourteen
Aras
Upcloseandpersonal,Dane was even more impressive than Aras had expected. Aras wasn’t a throat goat or anything as a rule, but just having Dane’s shaft in his mouth was making him harder, and every time he got a taste of precum glancing across his tongue, his balls pulled up higher, like he was priming the pump. If he came just from sucking Dane off…well, it would be a new experience, so who the hell knew how he would feel about it, but he couldn’t imagine anything other than embarrassment.
When he pulled back off the shaft, his throat relaxing, Aras didn’t let himself completely slip off. He wanted Dane to enjoy himself. If pulling off to ask a question had been the wrong choice, then he could happily keep the tip in his mouth, massage it with his tongue while he caught his breath and prepared to go deeper once again.
One hand reached up and massaged Dane’s balls, rolling them back and forth with the slightest pressure he could manage. He reached down with his other, stroking himself, rubbing his fingertip over his slit and down to the base as he swallowed back Dane once more, working him over with tongue and lips and throat. A good blow job was not a natural, easy experience, and Aras knew it. So he put in the effort, keeping track of everything as best he could while still riding his own high.
“Stop. Stop.” Dane gasped it out breathlessly, reaching a hand down to Aras’s shoulder. Had this gone wrong so fast?
Aras pulled off and caught himself before he started chewing the inside of his cheek.
Dane blew out a long breath…then reached down under Aras’s arms and guided him to his feet, then onto the bed. He leaned in close and whispered, “When was the last time you sixty-nined?”
Aras’s belly flipped and he couldn’t keep all of this straight. Not that anything about this experience wasstraight. Had this not been a fuck up? Or was Dane being diplomatic somehow? Aras’s brain spun, but his cock throbbed with animal intent, overriding most of his thoughts. “I…probably college?”
“Yeah. Been a while for me too. Always seems like a pretty adolescent way to get off.” He shifted so he was facing away, showing off his pale, pert ass. He grinned over his shoulder at Aras. “But I really can’t stand not blowing you anymore. If we’re going to do this, you know?”
Before Aras could respond, heat and lightning enveloped his shaft. Dane had taken him down in a single gulp and finally, every single thought fled from Aras’s mind. He saw Dane’s cock in front of him. The height difference was real, but he could lean his head up on a pillow and get to it. Deep throating was out of the question…and then the question slipped away too. All Aras had in him was a desire to taste Dane, to lick the precum from his tip and feel that hardness against his tongue.
His head spun as he sucked and was sucked. All the while, he had an up-close view of Dane’s taint and ass. He had just enough conscious thought left to realize he wouldn’t always consider that a good thing…but it was a damn fine ass. The kind that invited just as much attention as his cock. Whenever Dane would lean in a little, taking Aras farther into his mouth, his cheeks would spread enough to show his hole. Smooth. Tight. Pink.
Aras didn’t even realize he’d reached up until he saw hands pressing into Dane’s cheeks, pulling them apart to apparently give himself a better view. Dane moaned around his cock, hot breath and pressure washing across too-sensitive skin. Aras wouldn’t last long, and he knew it. They probablybothknew it.
Dane’s cock pulsed in his mouth and Aras watched his hole pucker, then loosen. His taint spasmed. Then he tasted musk across his tongue, coating the insides of his cheeks. As the flavor of Dane’s cumshot washed over every other sensation, his balls pulled up higher. He opened his mouth to try and warn Dane, but it came out garbled. His mouthwasfull, after all.
