Paul’s hands flattened against the mattress, his fingers tangling in the sheets while Danny fucked him hard and fast. He forgot everything but the feel of Danny’s weight over him, the erotic slap of skin against skin, and the pleasure of a cock sliding in and out of his ass. He was surrounded by Danny, his scent, his sweat-slicked body over his, the taste of his kiss with the tang of Paul’s cum still on his tongue.
“I’m gonna come,” Danny growled, fucking Paul harder, his cock brushing against Paul’s prostate with every powerful thrust. “Shit.”
Paul wanted to reach between their straining bodies and stroke himself until he came all over his stomach, to climax with Danny when he tensed with bliss, but he didn’t. Even completely out of his mind with lust, he wanted permission, needed to know the rules and wouldn’t risk breaking them in the interim.
Instead he fought the blinding hunger to look up at Danny, watching the joy of release etch itself over his darkly beautiful features. Seeing Danny’s pleasure was every bit as amazing as watching Eve come and Paul had truly believed he’d never find that sort of untamed magnificence again.
He forgot his desire to follow the rules, reaching up to run his fingers through Danny’s silky hair. Unable to resist, he learned forward, swallowing Danny’s cry of ecstasy as he kissed him. Wanting to prolong Danny’s pleasure for as long as possible, Paul gripped his hard, muscled ass with his other hand, holding Danny tightly to him as his hips pumped to the rhythm of his release.
When the tension in Danny’s body eased, he released Paul’s lips to lay heavily over him. The thrust of his cock became slow and slick and Paul caught his laziness as if it were contagious. What was once frantic and wild became peculiar, sex-hazed with fever and exhaustion, the heavy pull of tension making their muscles uncooperative.
Danny’s cock never went soft, but it took a while to get fully hard again with the slow rocking of his hips against Paul as they kissed. The lazy slide of tongues into welcoming mouths swallowing low groans.
They fucked like that for what felt like forever, staying connected, the tension building so slowly it was hard to notice as it grew into a raging inferno. They had become too accustomed to the flame of pleasure, addicted to the feeling of being tangled up in each other. It kept them suspended in a strange place that was hard to indentify as heaven or hell, because the pleasure burned so hot it scalded even Paul. When it did finally reach a crescendo that couldn’t be denied, they were both humbled in the face of it.
The pleasure rocked Paul to his core, washing over him in waves as if it was being drawn out of him from a deeper place than he had tapped before. He clung to Danny shamelessly, his fingers digging into his shoulders, his cock pulsing as hot spurts of cum covered his stomach and chest to lay sticky and forgotten between them.
Danny came just as violently, crying out into the curve of Paul’s neck with every hard, uncontrollable thrust. He held onto Paul’s biceps like a lifeline, his grip bruising. His entire body shook long after the fire smoldered and then died down to a dim ember of something neither of them seemed to have a name for.
“I’m forgetting something,” Danny whispered against Paul’s collarbone as he lay over him, seeming to be completely devoid of strength.
Paul snorted, his eyes closing heavily. “Just one thing? I couldn’t tell you my own name right now.”
Paul felt Danny’s smile against his skin, but that was the end of conversation for either of them. Paul drifted back to sleep in the same temperate way he came out of it, making it hard to tell what was a dream and what was reality.
Either way, Danny was with him, and Paul was happy.
Chapter Seven
The ring was annoying, humming in the back of his mind. If Danny could swat it away he would, but thoughts starting rushing through his head. It could be his mama. It could be Jason. It could be Melissa or Denise.
Danny rolled off Paul, his entire body heavy with sleep, and landed unceremoniously on the floor. “What the—” He struggled to sit up, seeing he had somehow managed to sleep until morning with his jeans pushed past his ass. The phone didn’t seem to give a shit that Danny was having a very hard time waking up and an even harder time pulling himself together. He crawled on the floor, tugging his jeans as he reached for his phone plugged into the outlet in the corner. Too tired to look at the caller ID, he answered it blindly. “’Lo?”
“Danny?”
“Jesus.” Danny flopped onto his back on the floor, his eyes closing heavily as he held the phone to his ear. “I’m sleeping, man.”