Dan’s hot eyes locked on mine, and his face twisted with lust as he did exactly what I feared.
“Fuck! Dan, you’re going to hurt yourself,” I gritted through my teeth when he’d already forced half my length inside of him. If I hadn’t stopped his hips in place, he’d probably take me in all the way to the hilt in one swift motion if I’d let him.
“C’mon, Clay,” Dan breathed and wiggled his hips as much as he could with me restricting his movements. Even just the tiniest motion felt like I was rocketed straight into heaven. There was no way I could last once I got all the way inside of him.
“Want you,” he said so seductively. His palms found my chest again as his fingers weaved through the hair there. “Need you.”
If I thought being partially inside of him was already good, it was nothing compared to when Dan’s walls squeezed my girth. He did something that had his hole pulsating around me, like it was trying to suck me up.
The pleasure was nothing like I’d ever felt before, and I was squeezing my eyes shut to try to calm myself. Dan used my moment of weakness to spear himself completely on my cock.
Our moans echoed in the room and blended together in harmony.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I chanted when Dan composed himself enough to start rocking his hips. All I could do was try my fucking best to keep it together and watch the beautiful scene he was putting on for me.
“You’re going to be the death of me,” I whispered.
Dan smirked and angled his hips to continue bouncing. It didn’t take long for Dan to find his favorite spot, and the noises that came out of his mouth afterward had me tipping over the edge before I even knew what was happening.
I bucked my hips and came so hard my vision clouded. Everything turned blurry except Dan, who was as clear as always.
He ground his hips in a way that dragged his length over my abs, and then he was coming, too. I caught a glimpse of his cum painting my stomach before he fell over me, took my lips, and kissed me until our breathing calmed.
“You’re mine,” I told him again. I brushed our lips together. “And I’m yours. If being together is wrong, then so be it. I’ll keep living our truth until the world has no choice but to acknowledge us.”
“I think that’s the most beautiful thing anyone’s ever said to me,” he said with a sniffle. His body was limp and cozy on top of me.
“If it makes you happy, I’ll repeat it to you every day for the rest of our lives.”
Dan was teary-eyed, but I didn’t think the emotions came from sadness. He looked thoroughly relaxed from the orgasm and my softened dick that was still inside of him. There was something calm about him.
Peaceful.
I kissed his lids, and a salty tear slipped past my lips. Happy tears were the only kind I ever wanted to taste from him. And I promised I’d do everything in my power to make sure it stayed that way.
Chapter Twenty-Three
DAN
Clay told me he would take care of everything, but I didn’t want to sit back and let him carry the entire load. I wanted to show him I was committed to this relationship, too.
Last night, he told me we belonged to each other, and I was going to prove his words right. I would make everything right again.
Which was why, instead of heading to the clinic the next morning, I found my way to my childhood home. Mylao-bausually worked Thursday mornings, and I texted him to let him know I wouldn’t be in until a little later.
I quickly pocketed my phone after I sent the text, but I could feel it buzzing incessantly, probably mylao-bacalling. Knowing him, he was probably going to interrogate me about last night when he saw me at the clinic today, but I’d ruined those plans.
I wanted to talk to Sandra alone first, and with mylao-baat work, this was the perfect time to do it.
“Dan? What are you doing here?” Sandra asked, with obvious confusion in her eyes, when she opened the door. She looked behind me to see if Clay had come along, perhaps?
She deflated when she didn’t see a sign of him, but she quickly composed herself. “Oh dear, look at me keeping you out here. Come in, come in. Have you had breakfast yet?” she asked as I followed her inside.
“I did,” I replied and took a seat on the couch. Sandra made a pot of tea for us—a habit she’d learned from mylao-ba—then took a seat beside me.
She wrung her hands on her lap and kept shifting in her seat. I could practically feel the nervous energy coming from her.
“I’m surprised to see you here,” she said, then with widened eyes, quickly added, “I’m very happy that you are here…just surprised. After last night, I worried you and Clay would stop coming around for a while.”
