Page 65 of Needed You

He’s a man of so many words, I chuff.

Me: Just got back from dinner at my parents’. Showered and just laying here.

The typing bubbles move and stop. Then they move and stop again.

Lycan: Sounds nice. I bet you smell really fucking good.

I smile. It’s time to make a move.

Me: You’re welcome to come over and see for yourself.

There’s a pause that seems to last forever, even though it’s only a few seconds.

Lycan: Just to smell you?

Me: Anywhere you want.

Lycan: ☠︎︎ Now how would that make me look to drop everything and just show up at your door because you say you smell good?

Me: Smart. It would make you look smart.

Lycan: Ha. Well I’m not dumb. Give me 20.

My heart leaps into my throat. He’s actually going to come over. Holy shit. Adjusting my hardening cock in my sweats, I smile to myself while I type out another text.

Me: Lock the door behind you.

I can’t help but keep checking my phone to see the time passing. After about ten minutes, I get up and go to the kitchen to grab some water. Then I bring it back to my room, set it on the nightstand, and fix the lights so that there’s a softer glow in the room. I straighten up quickly, putting away a few things and tucking the sheets back into place on my bed. When I’m satisfied with the look of the room, I climb back under the covers and try to make myself relax.

Eventually, I hear the front door open and shut. The lock clicks into place, and I stretch out in my bed, my arm behind my head. Did I just strike a pose for this man? My thoughts are interrupted by a tall shadow in the bedroom doorway. I lick my lips at the sight. Dare stops and grips the top of the doorframe, leaning into my room and giving me a beautiful megawatt smile.

He pushes himself back in line with the doorframe and then steps into the room. I shift up a little on the pillows, moving my arm down beside me in the bed.

“Hey,” I croak. My voice suddenly sounds deep and gravely.

“Hey yourself,” Dare says. His voice is just above a whisper. He sinks to the floor and takes off his boots, sliding them so they’re halfway under the bed and out of the way. Then, he stands up and clears his throat.

Is he nervous? That’s fucking adorable.

The next thing I know, Dare’s blanketing himself above my body and his lips meet mine. I groan at the feel of his soft, warm, pillowy lips and the cold, hard metal of his lip ring. It’s such an amazing sensation and contrast. I want to feel it every minute of every day.

My hands reach around his sides and slide up the back of his shirt, skin to skin. The muscles in his back flex as he braces himself on either side of my shoulders. He’s tilting his head so he can get a better angle on our kiss.

I run my hands up and down his back, needing more of his warm skin. My tongue slides along his bottom lip, and he moans, opening for me. Our tongues tangle, licking, sucking, and tasting one another. It has to be one of the hottest kisses I’ve ever experienced.

Dare pushes himself up onto his knees, settling between my partially open legs. He pulls his T-shirt over his head and grips the front of mine, over my chest. “Off,” he says.

I grin at him and pull my shirt off at his command, then grip his sides and pull him back down on top of me. “Is this okay?”

He responds with a murmur of yes. Then his hands come up and run through my hair, pressing him flush against me. His bare chest is warm and hard, and when he deepens the kiss even more, I can barely breathe. I gently push him off of me, and it seems to take a moment before he realizes what I’m doing. He chases my lips, not wanting to break the kiss.

“Just one sec,” I say breathlessly. My lips are tingling and swollen, and my heart feels like it might pound out of my chest.

“Too many clothes,” Dare breathes. He rolls over onto his back and undoes his belt, followed by the button on his jeans.

I watch him as I throw the covers off and push my sweatpants down over my erection. He’s also rock-hard, tenting his black boxer briefs.

“You have no underwear on,” he says, rolling back on top of me, a coy smile on his lips. I lift my hips, and he grinds into me, grunting some primal sound that awakens something deep in the pit of my stomach.