Finding Eden(56)

“I want something now,” Danny bartered, fingering Paul’s ass, leaving him writhing in desperation. “Give it to me and I’ll fuck you.”

Paul bit hard at his bottom lip, tasting blood, but he nodded in approval. He turned to look at the closet door once more, pressing his cheek against the cool pillow as he searched for sanity. His chest heaved from the pleasure and the wild need for more.

Paul knew he should hold back instead of revealing what a deeply sexual person he could be. He was completely weak for dark, dirty sex, sprawled out and begging, willing to do anything to be fucked by his best friend. It was a very good thing Paul had never been prideful, for if he had, Danny would have obliterated it completely.

“I wanna own you, Paul Guy,” Danny said, moving over Paul like a predator while still fingering his ass. “I want you to be mine.”

Paul paused, turning back to look at Danny in surprise. He released the tight hold his teeth had on his lip to choke out one word, his heart aching as he said it. “Evie.”

“Nope,” Danny said, his voice sharp and steely, leaving no room for complaint. “You have to belong to me, not her—not anymore. She’s gone. She can’t protect you.”

“But,” Paul started, fuzzy around the edges from the combination of desire and sickness that still left him feeling muddled. “I promised I’d love her forever.”

“I’m not asking you to stop loving her,” Danny said, some of the fire seeping out of his voice as a look of pain crossed his handsome face. “This isn’t about love. I wanna own your body. I wanna own your pleasure. It’s mine and only mine. I don’t want you to even think about fucking someone else without asking me.”

“Okay,” Paul agreed. Knowing he was free to love Eve, it seemed like more than a fair deal. He would have given Danny his soul in the bargain if he had asked. “My pleasure’s yours. I want you to have it.”

“That means pain too,” Danny said, raising his eyebrows in warning. “No one can hurt you without my permission.”

Paul’s back hurt so nicely it felt as if the enjoyment of it would stretch out for an eternity. It was easy to give up when the pain couldn’t get more intense than it already was. “Okay.” He thrust against Danny’s hand, trying to take his fingers deeper as he closed his eyes and imagined they were Danny’s cock. “No pain, sure.”

“You can’t hurt yourself either.”

“I won’t. I wouldn’t,” Paul groaned, squeezing his eyes shut tighter, frustration welling up in him. It seemed as if this conversation was going on forever. “Fuck, please, Danny Boy. I need it. I need you.”

Paul gasped at how quickly Danny surged forward, tangling his fingers in Paul’s hair and jerking his head back. He kissed him brutally, forcing his tongue past his lips, pushing him deeper into the mattress. “Get the lube,” Danny panted into his mouth, making it obvious he’d been desperate too. He was just better at hiding it, the pride Paul would never have playing to Danny’s favor. “It’s hiding by the book.”

Paul reached up, running his hand blindly along the space between the wall and the mattress until his fingers closed around the small plastic bottle. “I don’t really like this stuff. We could do it without—”

“We’re using lube,” Danny growled in response, pulling up to unbutton and unzip the jeans he’d slept in, struggling to push them past his hips. He grabbed Paul’s arm, seizing the lube in a lightning-fast move. His hands shook as he poured a liberal amount into his palm and then spread it over the length of his cock. He fell forward, his eyes closing heavily from his own ministrations as he stroked a few more times than needed to slick himself up. “I shoulda had you suck me off first. I’m not gonna last long. I haven’t come in a long time either. Days and days.”

“We could do it twice,” Paul offered breathlessly. “You wanna do that?”

“Fuck yes. I wanna pound into you until neither of us can walk,” Danny groaned, falling back over Paul heavily. He hooked an arm under one of Paul’s legs, opening him wide as he shifted his hips, his cock brushing against Paul’s ass that actually clenched in anticipation of being fucked. “Say you’re mine.”

“I’m yours,” Paul promised as Danny pushed into him, his thick cock stretching him, the sting of it wonderfully painful. He groaned, arching his back, forcing Danny deeper as he surrendered to the ecstasy of pleasure and pain colliding in a feral rush of desire. “Fuck.”