Finding Eden (18 page)

“What’s the truth?”

“That I’m a pussy who likes to hide under the covers when life gets too hard.”

Danny was silent for a long time, before he whispered into the darkness, “I read books.”

“Okay,” Paul said slowly, not really certain if he should commend him for that. “Good job.”

“To hide,” Danny clarified. “When life sucks, I read books. I keep them under my mattress like porn.”

Paul snorted. “Do you have one under your mattress now?”

Danny leaned forward, running his hand where the mattress rested against the wall and produced a thick paperback book. He handed it to Paul, who squinted at the cover in the darkness, “
The Count of Monte Cristo
,” he read out loud and then lifted his eyes to Danny. “This one’s really depressing, you know that, right?”

“Yeah, I know.” Danny took the book from him and put it back in its hiding place. “I’ve read it four times. It’s one of my favorites.”

Paul smiled, tucking his hand under his cheek, knowing he needed to shave as desperately as Danny did. The two of them were a real pair, lying there in Danny’s barren room, sharing secrets like they had when they were little.

Danny rolled onto his back and whispered to the ceiling, “I miss Evie.”

Paul’s smile got broader, knowing he wasn’t the only one feeling nostalgic. Danny was also remembering a time when the three of them used to have sleepovers at the Carlow Ranch and share everything about their lives, the good and the bad. Danny’s mother could be very charming and reassuring when she wanted to be. She had somehow managed to convince Eve’s mother to let Eve spend the night often, reminding her the three of them were too young for it to make any difference. But her mother was extremely religious and had ended their sleepovers when Eve turned ten, deeming her too old to have coed sleepovers. It had been a very long time since Paul had snuggled under the covers and confessed secrets into the darkness.

“I miss her so much. Every day I miss her.” Paul felt his heart hurt for a different reason as he admitted, “I stopped returning her emails and phone calls.”

“Me too,” Danny sighed. “I stopped emailing her when I started fucking Tony. On top of fucking inside the mafia, I was also working for them and I just thought, Evie’s too good to be friends with a guy like me. She’s better off starting over in New York with a clean slate. She didn’t need my shit bringing her down.”

“Me too, same reason,” Paul said and then grinned. “Well, not the exact same reason. I was never fucking a known member of the mafia. But you know, in the bad sexual choices contest, I win.”

Danny gave a bark of laughter. “You do win, and that’s saying something because I’ve made some seriously fucked-up sexual choices. I’ve given blowjobs for cash, which means I’m a part-time prostitute. Topping that is a real special trick.”

Paul laughed with him. “What can I say, I’m a natural winner.”

“In all things,” Danny agreed, his smile bright in the darkness. “Lucky you.”

It made no sense at all, but the two of them cracked up, laughing over their fucked-up lives and horrible choices. Paul rolled onto his back next to Danny, still laughing hilariously and looking up at the ceiling. He stretched, enjoying the burn in his back caused from all his weight being on it.

“Stop it.” Danny put a hand on Paul’s stomach, pushing him halfheartedly. “Get off your back. Jason said you’re supposed to sleep on your stomach or side.”

“Jason can bite me,” Paul said, his voice gravelly. The pain and Danny’s fingers on his stomach, tracing the muscles there as if he couldn’t resist, started to make him hard. He was seriously pissed off at Danny for bringing up Jason and ruining the moment. “Please don’t blow that asshole.”

“You know,” Danny started, lifting his head to glare at Paul. “He’s worked really hard at keeping you out of the hospital. Jason’s a very nice guy.”

“Whatever.” Paul rolled his eyes. “I don’t like hearing about you sucking anyone’s dick, but especially a hardcore submissive like Jason. That’s like, the biggest turn-off I can think of. The idea of you being submissive, if even a little, is not sexy.”

“Fuck you,” Danny growled, his eyes still narrowed in defensiveness. “I’d rim Jason until my tongue went numb if he asked me too. I owe him
your life
. I’d do anything for him.”

Not really comfortable with Danny’s passion for his health and safety, Paul asked, “How do you rim someone?”

Danny stared at him for a long moment, a smile quirking at his lips before a laugh burst out of him. “That’s certainly something you need to learn hands on. It’d be lost in translation otherwise.”

“What is it?” Paul pressed, now genuinely curious.

“I’m not telling you. Really, you’d have to experience it; just hearing about it could ruin it.”

“Do you like it?”

“Sure.” Danny stretched out, his hands pushing against the wall as he arched his back. “It’s one of those secret pleasures gay men don’t tell others about. Feels really good. What’s not to like?”

“Come on, Danny Boy, you gotta tell me.” Paul gave Danny his most charming smile. “Please.”

“Nope.” Danny looked unmoved by Paul’s pleading. “It’s a hands-on learning experience or nothing at all.”

“I’m not opposed to hands-on learning,” Paul said, raising his eyebrows hopefully. “I’m game if you are.”

Danny considered him, his gaze on Paul’s face before it drifted lower, running over his bare chest and the top part of his stomach not covered by the blanket. “You’re still recovering,” Danny mumbled. “I shouldn’t.”

“I feel good,” Paul argued. “Real good.”

Danny pulled a face. “Yeah, but again, not the best judge, are you? You feeling good is probably a bad sign.”

“Fine.” Paul shrugged, trying to be casual as he rolled onto his side away from Danny. “I’ll find someone else to show me.”

“Good luck finding a chick who’s into it.”

“Who says I was gonna ask a woman?” Paul craned his neck to look at Danny over his shoulder. “There are lots of gay BDSM clubs. I’m sure I can find someone who gets a hard dick over teaching blushing virgins a few things.”

“You’re not a virgin,” Danny reminded him, his body suddenly tense as he glared at Paul. “And you were
never
blushing.”

“Oh, but I can pretend,” Paul said, his voice husky and taunting. “I can be sweet and innocent, really make him believe he’s staking a claim. Maybe I’ll even let him fuck—”

Danny cut him off by gripping his shoulder and forcing him roughly onto his back. “I don’t like this game,” he growled as he crawled over Paul and grabbed his face, his fingers biting into his cheeks. “It’s not funny.”

Paul groaned, his eyes rolling back under the unexpected surge of lust that washed over him. He knew it would get Danny’s guard up, but he hadn’t expected him to act this violently over the taunt. With all of Danny’s weight on him, Paul’s back was on fire, mixed with the fever and Danny’s flare of anger, he was suddenly mindless with lust.

“Your ass belongs to me. I’ve suffered for it. I’ve loved you forever. I deserve it,” Danny went on, his voice a low mixture of anger and desire. “I don’t ever want you getting from another man what you can get from me. You hear me, Paul Guy, it’s
mine
.”

“Yeah,” Paul choked, shifting beneath Danny, aching for him. “I hear you.”

Danny was silent for a long moment, his grip on Paul’s face unforgiving, his weight still heavy on top of him as the sound of both their labored breathing echoed in the quiet room. Then Danny groaned in defeat, leaning forward and capturing Paul’s lips with his. The kiss was rough and demanding, forcing Paul to open and accept what he was giving. He released Paul’s face, only to tangle his fingers in his hair, tugging his head back as he thrust his tongue into his mouth.

Paul forgot what he had been trying to get from Danny to begin with. His back was burning and his cock was hard. Danny felt amazing over him, all muscle, raw strength and untamable fury. He wanted to cling to him, to hold Danny closer. More so, he wanted to reach down and push off the boxer shorts he wore, craving the feeling of being bare and vulnerable.

Danny held him down before he could do either.

His fingers dug into Paul’s wrists as he broke the kiss, his eyes wild and possessive. His hot gaze ran over Paul pinned beneath him before he groaned and leaned back down, placing a kiss against Paul’s collarbone. “Don’t hold my head.” Danny looked back up to glare at Paul. “I don’t like being held down. It pisses me off.”

“I wasn’t,” Paul said quickly. Realizing too late it was a warning, not an accusation, he added, “I won’t. I’d never do that.”

Danny must have believed him, because he placed another kiss against Paul’s chest, above the place where his heart was beating wildly out of control. His lips ran over Paul’s fevered skin, sticky with a combination of his high temperature and being so fucking turned-on he was worried he might come all over Danny’s stomach when Danny tugged at the boxer shorts, forcing them past Paul’s hips.

Paul’s cock sprang free, hard and aching, dripping with pre-cum. He didn’t know how long he’d been sick. He’d lost track of time somewhere along the way, but he realized with stunning certainty it’d been way too long since he’d had an orgasm. He bit his lip, knowing this was a very bad idea when he was so out of his mind and his self-control was less than none.

“Don’t suck me.” He gripped at the sheets to stop himself from pushing Danny off him when he buried his face against the base of Paul’s cock, breathing deeply as if wanting to memorize his scent. “I haven’t come in a
really
long time and I haven’t had a blowjob since before Evie left.”

Danny lifted his eyes to Paul’s, studying him for a long moment before his fingers dug into his hipbone, holding him in place as he turned his attention back to Paul’s cock. He licked the length of it with reverent appreciation that was utterly male, shocking Paul to the core.

He had mistakenly assumed Danny sucking cock was a submissive act. There was nothing submissive about the way he was enjoying Paul’s body, as if it were his to toy and play with, tormenting him with pleasure instead of pain. Paul arched, squeezing his eyes shut when Danny took the head of his cock in his mouth, swirling his tongue over it.

“Fuck,” Paul growled, pushing his heels against the blanket, not knowing if he was trying to pull away from the bliss or just enjoy it as the sheets tugged at his back. “Shit, you gotta stop.”

Danny didn’t stop. He took Paul’s cock in his mouth over and over, sucking him in a way that made it obvious why he had sex partners willing to pay him for this. Paul let go of the sheets, his back bowing from the ecstasy. It had to be the fever, the fog it caused to his body and mind, because Paul gave himself over to the moment and just enjoyed the feeling of Danny blowing him.

When the orgasm slammed into him, his entire body jerked with the force of it. Danny’s grip on his hipbones tightened, holding Paul down when he would have thrust toward the heaven of his mouth.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Paul chanted as his cock pulsed and he came down Danny’s throat. When the wave started to pass, Paul fell lax, his head lolling to the side. He stared at the closet door, feeling his face heat in the aftermath. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have—”

“It’s okay,” Danny cut him off, releasing his cock. Paul turned back to see Danny lick his lips, giving him a sultry look that was pure sin. “I wanted to taste. It was good, I enjoyed it…enjoyed
you
.”

“You did?” Paul raised his eyebrows as a sense of pride washed over him. “I wanna please you. I want it more than anything.”

“Yeah, I want that too,” Danny said, an amused smirk tugging at his lips as he pulled at the boxer shorts Paul had forgotten about. He pushed them past his knees until Paul was able to kick them off. “You’ll lemme do whatever I want, right? You won’t complain?”

“No, I’d never complain.” Paul swallowed hard, feeling as if he were being set up for something. The pulse of excitement made his cock attempt to twitch back to life despite the bone-melting orgasm he just had. “Anything you want.”

“Nice.” Danny pushed Paul’s legs far apart, leaving Paul completely exposed and turned-on because of it. He leaned down, dragging his tongue beneath Paul’s balls, making his hips thrust up with the fresh wave of pleasure as Danny whispered against him, “Fuck, but you turn me on.”

Paul wanted to reassure him the feeling was entirely mutual, but he ended up choking back a gasp when Danny did something that made Paul’s entire body stiffen in defensiveness.

Danny lifted his eyes, glaring at him. “Do you have something to complain about?”

Paul knew right then he’d really do
anything
Danny wanted, no matter how uncouth or deviant. He shook his head quickly, forcing down his natural instinct to pull away. “No.”

“Good.” Danny’s smirk turned devious as he leaned down, licking beneath Paul’s balls before he moved lower. He pushed Paul’s legs farther apart to lick his ass once more, his lips and tongue kissing, nibbling, lapping at the pucker as if it was something he’d been dying to taste for a long time. When Danny spoke again, his breath warm against Paul’s sensitive skin, the hitch in his voice betrayed how much he was enjoying taking advantage of Paul like this. “Now relax, Paul Guy. Just close your eyes and feel. You’ll like this, I promise.”

As if Danny had a direct line to his subconscious, Paul relaxed, his legs falling farther apart as Danny continued to lick his hole, sending shock waves of pleasure radiating through Paul’s entire body. He wasn’t sure if it was just Danny telling him he was supposed to like it, or if it really felt that good. Whatever the reason, Paul gave himself over to the hot, sensual feel of Danny licking his ass. When he did stop the decadent bath, it was only to push his tongue inside Paul, making his insides clench for more and then tormenting him by pulling out to run his tongue over the sensitive skin again.

This was kinky sex at its best, and Paul would have been hard from just the idea of being used and violated by a Master who got off on making him feel so fucking good from something so dirty. The fact it was Danny had Paul reaching down to grip his cock. He stroked it, letting himself enjoy the sensations that washed over him from every hot lick, quivering for more attention than he was getting.