Finding Eden (23 page)

“Fuck!” Paul shouted, his body becoming tense from the pleasure even while he pushed back against Danny’s touch. “God, it feels too good, Danny Boy. I think it’s more than I can take.”

“I know, sweetheart.” Danny knew he was being mean when he continued to work his fingers in Paul, being deliberate about how he was touching him. A fresh sheen of sweat broke out over Paul’s skin as his breathing became hard and labored. Danny was completely buzzed from the lust pulsing through him, the power trip making his vision hazy. He loved torturing Paul like this. “Fuck, but I love you open and desperate and begging for my cock. You do it so well. You’re such a bottom whore.”

“God.” A sob broke out of Paul, his body sagging against the railing.

“So pretty.” Danny groaned in appreciation, knowing he was still in a very dark headspace as he considered. “Maybe I’ll leave you like this. I really do love you desperate. I sorta wanna make you wait for a few days. Make you insane with the want.”

“Please, no,” Paul panted, the desperation vibrating off him.

The idea was a huge turn-on. The power trip that came from knowing Paul would actually do as told. He’d stay completely desperate for weeks if Danny decided he wanted it. The bitch of it was Danny was so hot from the idea, if he didn’t fuck Paul he was going to be the one suffering in the long term. He was already painfully hard. Every muscle in Danny’s body felt tight with repression from the pleasure it craved. If he got any tenser, he was going to be stiff tomorrow.

Plus, the blue balls issue was starting to be a little too intense to ignore.

Danny stood, hearing the sigh of relief that escaped Paul. Still on a power trip, he didn’t want anything to fuck it up when he was riding so high. He leaned into Paul, fisting a hand in his hair and tugging his head back viciously, “Don’t get cocky.”

“I’m not,” Paul said, his eyes snapping open to look at Danny in panic. “I know I don’t deserve to come.”

“No, you don’t,” Danny agreed, knowing he was a little too lost to this game. “You’re so pretty desperate. Watching it turns me on.”

“Thank you.” Paul licked his lips. “Pleasing you is all that matters to me.”

“You’re sexy,” Danny was compelled to point out, using his grip on Paul’s hair to angle his head and kiss him.

Kissing Paul was heady. He allowed Danny to own his mouth in a way no other partner had. It was more than the way Paul parted to him, letting Danny’s tongue sweep in and explore, it was the complete lack of resistance, his openness to accept all of Danny. Paul not only tolerated, but adored the darkest parts of Danny’s soul.

With such a claiming moment, it was organic for Danny to find a way to complete it. He moved his hips, letting his hard cock slide between the crease in Paul’s ass. Paul hissed into his mouth, pushing back against him eagerly.

“One of these days,” Danny whispered as he grabbed his cock, pushing it down until the head of it was pushing against Paul’s hole. “I’m gonna leave you desperate, Paul Guy. I’m gonna love you begging for it for days and days. It’s gonna be hot. You’re gonna show both of us what a whore you really are.”

Paul’s breathing was labored, but he managed to open his eyes, staring up at him with a soft, adoring look that made both Danny’s cock and his heart hurt. He licked his lips once more, as if savoring Danny on them, and whispered, “Okay.”

“But not today,” Danny growled in warning before he gripped Paul’s hip and fucked him.

The fight to keep his eyes open against the blinding pleasure was worth it. The way Paul jerked when Danny buried himself balls-deep in his ass, his eyes slamming shut with a cry of pleasure, was an image that would likely get Danny off for a very long time.

As tense as Paul was with the first cruel thrust, he was as languid when Danny pulled out to take him again. Paul surrendered to Danny fucking him, his body pliant, nothing in him resisting what was happening to him.

Danny used his grip on Paul’s hair to angle his head, keeping his face visible as he fucked him savagely, his cock sliding into Paul’s ass hard and fast, the slap of skin echoing over the breeze in the trees. His other hand still held fast to Paul’s hip and he couldn’t help but ask, “Do you want me to jerk you off?”

“Yes,” Paul panted, his eyes squeezed shut against the pleasure. “Please.”

“Too fucking bad,” Danny growled, an evil smile playing on his lips before his own eyes finally closed to the bliss snaking up his spine, threatening to push him over the edge way too soon.

Needing to be in a different place to make it last longer, Danny focused on the feel of Paul against him, the way he moaned with every thrust of Danny’s hips against his. Unwilling to let go of Paul’s hair, he buried his face against the back of his neck, licking and kissing him, allowing the warm brush of his moans to tease Paul’s sensitive skin. He wanted Paul to hear his pleasure, to know how much fucking his ass was getting Danny off. But even that wasn’t enough to keep the tide of ecstasy at bay. Danny’s thrusts became erratic as he began blindingly searching for completion.

“You can come for me, Paul Guy,” Danny panted against his neck. “Be a whore, get off on my cock.”

It was amazing how easily that worked. Paul jerked, his body shuddering with a cry of release. The way Paul’s ass clenched around his cock, the feel of him shaking in his arms, all of it pushed Danny over the edge with him.

The pleasure burst behind his closed eyes, leaving him feeling splintered with the force of it. Rather than fight, Danny allowed it to roll over his body in wave after wave of bliss. When it went over the crest, he started to savor the little things, how Paul felt still shaking with his own climax, warm skin smelling clean and masculine and unmistakably Paul. He noticed how the late November air felt against his sweat-slicked back and experienced one of those divine moments when he appreciated having the impossible. Being with Paul was like finding nirvana. He’d do anything to keep him where he was right now, sated with pleasure in Danny’s arms.

“Are you cold?” Danny asked, stroking Paul’s hair as he opened his eyes to study his face, seeing his features had taken on an innocent, post-climactic look that was unique to Paul. “We’ll take a shower. Then you can sleep.”

“I’m okay,” Paul said with a satisfied smile. “Awesome, actually. I feel so good right now.”

“You need sleep,” Danny mused, still stroking his hair as he remembered Paul had played a very exciting game of football not too long ago. “We’ll sleep on the couch together.”

Paul snorted, craning his neck to look at Danny more fully. “How are we gonna manage that?”

“We’ll figure it out.”

Both of them were reluctant to part, but the promise of a warm shower had them gathering up fallen clothes and quietly walking back into the house. It wasn’t until the door closed that Paul seemed to realize he was very naked.

He looked down at himself. “I’m gonna head into the spare shower. Don’t wanna scare your girlfriends.”

“I don’t think fear is what seeing you naked would inspire,” Danny said, looking at Paul lecherously. “But go before you get mauled. I’ll meet you.”

When Paul left, Danny threw the condom away in the garbage can under the kitchen sink and then washed his hands. He buttoned his jeans, rolling his shoulders as he went to his bedroom rather than follow Paul.

He opened the door, putting a hand over his eyes. “I’m not looking.”

“Why not?”

Danny peeked through his fingers, unable to help grinning as he spied Melissa snuggled in Denise’s arms, both of them naked, flushed and glistening the way two women were apt to be when they spent a long time teasing each other into orgasm after orgasm. Denise’s hand was between Melissa’s thighs, still touching her despite Danny’s interruption.

“Stay,” Denise offered.

“Tempting.” Danny dropped all pretense of shielding his eyes. “But I’m sleeping on the couch with Paul.”

“Just sleeping?” Melissa asked curiously. “Did you really land the straightest man on earth?”

Danny didn’t confirm it, but he didn’t deny it either. He went to his bathroom, grabbing his toothbrush and the spare one Paul kept there. Knowing the other bathroom didn’t have towels, he grabbed two of those before he worked on gathering other supplies. Alcohol, the vitamin E oil he had started rubbing into Paul’s back to help with scarring, medical tape that Jason taught him to use as a temporary fix for any new injuries. He needed clean clothes for both of them. He ended up in his closet, sorting through the clothes he kept in baskets and boxes due to his lack of furniture, trying to find a shirt of his that would actually fit Paul.

“Can we watch?” Denise called from the bedroom.

“Sure,” Danny offered, settling on a black cotton shirt for Paul, knowing it stretched. “You can sit there and watch us sleep all night, doesn’t bother me.”

“I wasn’t talking about sleeping,” Denise said, sounding playful. “I’m a romantic. I like to watch people fuck.”

“Yeah, I know.” Danny laughed. “Sorry to disappoint, but the plan is to take a shower and pass out.”

“A shower?” Melissa asked, sounding breathless. “Together?”

Danny put everything he had collected into an empty box and walked out of his closet. “Night, ladies. I’ll see you in the morning. I’ll make breakfast.”

“Poison us, you mean,” Denise said with a snort.

“My cooking’s not that bad,” Danny said, feeling a bit too relaxed to pout. “I’m getting better.”

“Keep telling yourself that.”

Danny eyed them once more, admiring smooth, tan skin and shiny hair draped over pert breasts. Denise held Melissa possessively, as if desperate to not only please, but protect, and he raised his eyebrows at the image. “Very pretty.”

Denise showed off a dazzling smile. “Thank you.”

“We’re happy for you,” Melissa said when he turned to leave. “You’re always standing up for us when no else does. All knights in shining armor deserve a happy ending. We’re glad you found yours.”

It wasn’t as simple as that. He and Paul weren’t at the end of the book. It sort of felt as if they were still making their way through the beginning with a very uncertain future looming before them, but they were together. That mattered a lot more than Danny appreciated before now.

“Thanks, sweetheart,” Danny said, giving Melissa a genuine smile. “Breakfast in the morning, just wake me up when you’re hungry.”

He closed the door, leaving them behind easily with the thought of Paul in the shower. When he walked into the spare bathroom down the hall, he found the room already steamy.

“Took you a long time,” Paul observed from behind the curtain.

“I was looking for clothes and stuff.” Danny set the box by the sink. “Are you still pain tripping?”

“Oh yeah,” Paul confirmed. “I feel so good it makes me wanna kiss your feet.”

Danny laughed. “You sound serious.”

“Who says I’m not? I’d kiss more than that, all you’d have to do is ask.” Paul opened the shower curtain, his arm soapy as he gave Danny a soft, compelling look. “If you’d let me, I’d enjoy pleasing you as repayment for the scene on the porch.”

Danny considered Paul, his cock stirring at the idea. “I might be game to letting you please me.”

Paul pushed the shower curtain farther open, beckoning him, and Danny didn’t have the strength to resist him.

* * * * *

Wearing a clean pair of jeans, Danny sat near the arm of the couch with Paul’s head in his lap. He stroked his hair, finding this to be the most pleasing part of the night. Paul’s arms tightened around Danny’s waist, his breath warm against his abdominal muscles as he kissed and licked in a soft way of worship Danny had discovered was Paul’s way of unwinding after intense sex.

Wearing the cotton shirt Danny had loaned him, Paul’s chest and arms looked massive stretching material that didn’t want to give way to his broad build. He had borrowed a pair of Danny’s boxer briefs as well, the black cotton clinging to his muscular ass and thighs, hiding Danny’s sins.

Danny studied Paul wearing his clothes. It looked completely off. “Black’s not your color. You need to leave more clothes over here.”

Paul shifted, curling up on the couch rather than let his legs hang over the edge. “I don’t have that many clothes.”

“We’ll buy you some.”

“With what?” Paul snorted. “Neither of us have jobs. We’re broke.”

“I’m gonna remedy that. I’m getting a real job.” Danny wanted to get this house fixed up. He wanted furniture, curtains and lighting. He wanted a fucking floor and he didn’t want to be indebted to his father for it. “I’m gonna make this a safe place for you, Paul Guy.”

“Already is,” Paul said, obviously not as concerned with Danny’s lack of flooring. “I love it here.”

Paul’s standards were dismally low, but Danny’s weren’t. He sat there in the near darkness letting Paul worship him, making the firm decision he was going to make sure he was deserving of the adoration.

“You’re not comfortable,” Paul said, his voice heavy with exhaustion, making it obvious he was fighting sleep with worry over Danny. “Let’s switch.”

“Fuck off,” Danny growled, tired of this argument that had been going on since they got out of the shower. “I’m happy where I’m at. I want your head in my lap. I happen to like your lips near my dick, so stop bugging me about it.”

“I’ll blow you again,” Paul offered, placing another kiss to Danny’s stomach.

“I’m sorta tapped out.” Danny stroked Paul’s hair once more. “Go to sleep.”

“I could rim you. I enjoy pleasing you.”

Danny rolled his eyes, wondering why Paul was fighting sleep when it was obvious he could barely keep his eyes open. “Will you go to sleep? You’re exhausted.”

“I don’t want it to end,” Paul whispered, sounding almost terrified of the notion. “I don’t want it to be over when I wake up.”

Danny paused, his fingers stilling their stroke of damp hair when Paul’s words sank in. He was afraid to go to sleep because Danny had woken him up after sex, only to reject him for being a freak and toss him out.

“You’re perfect to me. I’ll never judge you and I’ll never leave you. Not again,” Danny promised, hoping a lifetime of friendship allowed Paul to hear the truth of his words. “For as long as you need me, I’m here for you.”