Skye Blue, page 19
part #6 of Firsts and Forever Series
He began to finger fuck me, deeper than anything had ever been in me. My body took it easily. It wasn’t until he started to add a second finger that I felt a twinge of discomfort. I shifted position, propping myself up on my elbows, a flutter of nervousness coming into play for the first time. He was so careful though, holding still until he felt my body relax a bit, and only then pushing both fingers into me slowly.
Throughout all of this, he kept sucking me gently. I realized he wasn’t trying to make me cum, he was just keeping me aroused so that this remained pleasurable. It was totally working.
Before long, his two fingers were fucking me steadily and I was loving every minute of it. When he pulled out of me and released my cock, a tremor of anticipation went through me. After a liberal application of lube, both to my hole and his big, swollen cock, he sat up and took hold of his shaft, positioning the tip against my opening. He took a moment to arrange himself, stretching his bad leg out to the side for balance and supporting himself on one knee. Then he said, his voice as rough as mine had been, “Last chance to back out.” He seemed a bit nervous.
I smiled reassuringly. “I want this, Dare. I want you in me.”
“Okay. So, this might sound weird, but push down as I push in. It’ll help you take me.” I had no idea what that meant, but I nodded anyway. Then he added, “If it starts to hurt, promise you’ll tell me to stop.”
“I’ll agree to anything right now if it means you’ll fuck me.”
He grinned and seemed to relax slightly, then started to press against my opening. It really seemed like my body just was not going to let him in, no way, no how, not under any circumstances. He kept leaning into me though, and after a few moments I finally figured out what his instructions meant. As soon as I bore down, my body opened up just enough for his cock to slip inside me. I drew in my breath as that big head stretched my opening, but as soon as it was in, it all got so much easier.
Dare kept pushing forward, slowly, carefully, until I’d taken all of his length. He’d been looking down at what he was doing, but he met my gaze as his hips came to rest against mine. I let out the breath I’d been holding and the remainder of my tension drained away, now that I realized a sharp jolt of pain wasn’t imminent. It was kind of funny how relieved he looked, and I could only assume my expression matched his. We smiled at each other before he leaned down and kissed me.
And then it got so freaking fun!
He started moving in me with short, contained thrusts, gauging my reactions. When he saw I was enjoying it, he began taking me harder and faster, hitting a spot inside me that made me throw my head back and yell, that was how amazing it felt. I grabbed his ass with both hands and began rocking up to meet his thrusts, trying to take him as deep as I possibly could. The rational part of my brain went on hiatus, just checked out entirely. All that mattered was Dare and me, the world distilled down to our mutual pleasure.
He kissed me again, then rested his forehead against mine as he murmured, “Oh God Skye, you feel so good.”
He slowed the pace of his thrusts in me and I blurted, “Harder. Please Dare.”
He brushed my hair back from my face and said gently, “I’m trying not to cum too soon, sweetheart. I want this to last.”
When I nodded in agreement, he rolled us over onto our sides, still face to face. He held me to him and I flung my leg up over his hip to give him better access to me. “Are you okay?” I asked. “Is your knee hurting you?”
“It doesn’t matter,” he murmured. “You’re all that matters.” He kissed me again, his body pressed along the length of mine, his tongue pushing between my lips as his thick cock pumped in and out of my little opening. We were as physically close as two people could get in that moment, and yet I ached to get even closer. I didn’t even know how such a thing could be possible. All I knew was that I wanted more of him.
He distracted me from that thought, or any thoughts at all really, when he reached between us and began stroking my cock, using my precum as lubricant. He worked me slowly at first, but began building momentum steadily as his thrusts into me revved up again. I clutched Dare’s body, pushing back to meet each thrust, moaning incoherently. I was so totally his in that moment, willing to follow him wherever he led me. And where he led me was straight to a huge, shattering orgasm, my cum spraying between us. Just moments later, he cried out and began cumming too, shooting his load deep inside me, claiming me in yet another way, showing me I was his all over again.
He kept thrusting forcefully through the end of his orgasm, and when he finally stilled, he gathered me up in his arms and kissed me. “You okay?” he asked when he finally pulled back a couple inches and looked into my eyes.
“I’m so much better than okay.”
“Really? That wasn’t too hard? I’d intended to go slower but kind of got carried away.”
“It was perfect, Dare. You were perfect.”
He smiled shyly at that, then eased his cock out of me. There was so much care in the way he held me. His kisses were sweet, his hands on my body so tender, concern lingering in his eyes as he watched me closely.
Only when he seemed truly convinced I was okay did he murmur, “I’ll be right back,” and swung out of bed. I admired his perfect butt as he went off to find the bathroom, then glanced down at his right leg. He wasn’t limping, but I’d started to recognize the signs of him holding a limp back. He was carrying himself a little too rigidly, his steps just a bit too measured. Dare was hurting right now, but he was trying not to show me that.
When he got back from the bathroom I took a turn, cleaning myself up quickly. When I caught a glimpse of my reflection in the mirror, I had to chuckle. It was so obvious that I’d just had sex, from the flush in my cheeks to the completely wild state of my hair. I took a few moments to run a brush through my mop top before returning to the bedroom.
Dare had put on his jeans and was perched on the edge of the bed, hands fidgeting on his lap. There was uncertainty in his eyes as I sat beside him, his eyes scanning my face again. I offered him a smile and he returned it a bit hesitantly. “What’s on your mind, Dare?” I asked as I put my head on his shoulder.
“I just...I had this urge to bolt,” he admitted. “I got really scared all of a sudden and I wanted to run.”
“But you didn’t.” I slipped my hand between his two fidgeting ones and he took hold of it.
“No. I couldn’t do that to you.”
“I get it,” I told him gently. “I really do. I know how intense this is, so it must be pretty overwhelming.”
“I’m giving you such mixed signals, saying I want to take it slow and then having sex with you on the first date.”
I smiled at him. “But that needed to happen.”
“You’re right, it did, given how wildly attracted I am to you.”
I pulled him close and kissed him, and felt him relax in my arms as I held him. Eventually I told him, “I still owe you dinner,” and phoned for a pizza. We were both absolutely ravenous by then. After we got dressed, we curled up on the couch and talked about nothing in particular while we waited. He never stopped touching me as we talked, his fingertips tenderly exploring the back of my hand, my hair, the curve of my neck. It made me feel cherished.
After the pizza arrived and we ate, I asked, “Would you go out with me on Thursday? I think you and I both have the night off.”
“I’d love that. Can I take you out to eat?”
“Actually, I want a do-over for tonight’s dinner fiasco.”
He smiled at me and said, “It wasn’t a fiasco at all. The pizza was great.”
“Glad you liked it, but you know what I mean. I want to prove to myself that I can get this right, as long as you’re willing to give my inept culinary skills another chance.”
“With pleasure.”
We cuddled and kissed for a while before I walked him to the door. “See you at work tomorrow,” I said, leaning against the doorframe as he stepped into the hallway. I wasn’t even sort of ready to say goodnight to him, but knew he was probably eager to go home and regroup after all that had transpired.
He turned to look at me, some sort of strong emotion in his eyes as he reached up and lightly traced the curve of my lower lip. “You gave me the most amazing gift tonight,” he said softly. “Not only by allowing me to be your first, but by letting me take control. Thank you for trusting me.”
“Thank you for trusting me, too.”
Dare grinned and took a couple steps backwards. “If you can, come to work a few minutes early tomorrow so we have a little time together before our shift, okay?”
“Sure.”
He smiled at me and turned and headed down the hallway, glancing over his shoulder at me before he rounded the corner. Once he was out of sight, I shut the door and leaned against it. I hoped he was okay.
This whole thing was probably totally freaking him out. Here was a guy that was deeply shell-shocked from his previous relationship, one who’d had absolutely no intention of starting something new, yet this huge, intense attraction had pulled us together. That had to be scary as hell for him.
Since I’d been leaning against the door, I yelped and jumped when someone knocked on it. I swung it open to find Dare standing there looking a bit flushed, as if he’d been running. “Hey,” I said. “What are you—”
I didn’t get to finish my sentence, because he pulled me to him and kissed me desperately. My lust ignited instantly as he spun us around and pressed me to the wall just inside my front door, which banged shut. When he began kissing my neck, I ran my fingers into his hair and mumbled, “What happened to taking this slowly?”
“We will. We’ll take it really slowly. After tonight.” He yanked my t-shirt off and bit my bare shoulder.
“Are you sure about this? You were kind of freaked out earlier.” Even as I said that, I pulled his shirt off over his head and ran my hands up his broad back.
“I’m sure of only one thing. I want you so fucking much, Skye. I don’t care that this is scary. I don’t even care what’ll happen to me if you change your mind about us. I don’t care if there’s absolutely nothing left of me when this is all over. It’ll be totally worth it if it means getting to be with you, even just for a little while.”
Instead of trying to tell him I wanted this as much as he did, I showed him instead. I grabbed his hand and ran with him to the bedroom, and fell on top of him when I pushed him onto the mattress. We stripped each other frantically as our hands and mouths and tongues ravaged each other. I was shaking with need, my heart racing, and I could feel him shaking just like I was, both of us wild with desire.
He fumbled for the lube and handed it to me, then got on his hands and knees and lowered his head, waiting for me to take him. “No baby,” I murmured, “not like that.” I pulled him over and he flipped onto his back, and then I climbed on top of him as he parted his legs for me. I squirted the lube onto my hand, way too much, and pushed a finger inside him while my tongue claimed his mouth. Dare moaned against my lips as I fingered him open.
After I slicked my cock, I fumbled for the spare pillow and wiped my hand on the pillowcase before throwing it across the room. That idea totally backfired, because my sticky hand was now completely covered in cat hair. I held it up and burst out laughing as I exclaimed, “Holy shit, this looks like some kind of low-budget Muppet!” That made Dare laugh, too. I leaned off the bed, grabbed a t-shirt out of the laundry and wiped my hand again before tossing the shirt in the direction the pillow had gone.
Finally, I got in position and entered Dare with one long push as my tongue slid between his lips. He moaned again and sucked my tongue as he wound his arms and legs around me. I started thrusting into him, building momentum until I was taking him deep and hard, my arms around his shoulders as my hips slapped against his. When I pulled back to look at him, he smiled at me. It was glorious, so open and unguarded, and it made me smile, too.
In only a few minutes, I was yelling and cumming inside him as he clutched my hips. He hadn’t cum by the time I finished, so I pulled out of him and grabbed the lube, which I squirted onto his hard cock with such a dramatic flourish that he burst out laughing.
I straddled him and eased myself onto his hard-on until I was sitting on his hips. Dare muttered, “Oh fuck yes,” as I began riding him. I started to fall forward with my hands out and he caught me palm to palm, lacing his fingers with mine, holding me up as I drove myself onto him.
He came a couple minutes later, yelling and bucking up off the mattress. I rode out his orgasm until he collapsed against the bed, and then I laid down on top of him, supporting my weight on my knees. When he caught his breath, he ran his fingertips up my back and murmured, “I’m so totally failing at taking it slowly with you.”
“Good.”
The cat jumped on the bed all of a sudden and we both let out a startled yelp. He’d been in full ninja mode, so it was news to me that he was even in the apartment. “Hey there, Draco,” I said. “This is Dare, your other dad. He’s the one that named you.”
Dare wrapped his arms around me and addressed the cat gravely. “I’m sorry you had to witness your dads in the carnal act, Draco. I know this will probably mean years of therapy. You might want to learn to knock to avoid further psychological scarring, because your father and I plan to be inside each other every chance we get. And yes, I realize even explaining that to you was probably quite traumatic. My apologies.”
“You’re such a keeper,” I murmured with a chuckle as I settled comfortably on his chest.
Chapter Nine
I went straight to the club after school the next day. It wasn’t open yet, but Mr. Sandberg answered when I rang the bell at the service entrance. “Hi Gary. Wow, you’re always here,” I said as he held the door open for me and I stepped past him. He looked tired and his expensive suit was a bit rumpled.
“It really feels that way.”
“Have you found a new bookkeeper yet?” I asked, swinging my backpack off my shoulder.
“Not yet. I damn well better find someone soon, because I don’t know how much longer I can keep this up. It’s one of those days where part of me wants to chuck it all. I feel like an asshole every time I think that, though.”
“How come?”
“I just can’t give up on this place, for Mark’s sake.”
“Who’s Mark?”
“My son. This was his club and his dream. He passed last year from cancer, he was only thirty-six. I swore to him I’d keep the place going.” Gary sighed and said, “If only his mother was still alive. She always knew how to keep up my spirits and I could use some of that today. She died of the same cancer that took him. It’s been eighteen years, but I still miss her every day.” We’d reached the bar, and he stepped behind it and poured me a soda before getting one for himself.
“I’m so sorry for your loss, Gary.”
“Thanks, kid. I apologize for layin’ all of this on you. It’s just one of those days, like I said.”
“So, you’re straight and running your son’s gay night club to keep his dream alive. That has to put you in the running for Dad of the millennium,” I said with a little smile.
“I’m just doing what needs to be done. Mark put his heart and soul into this place. Instead of a boyfriend, he had the club. It was his whole world. When I promised him toward the end of his life that I’d keep it going, that brought him a little peace. He was so worried about what would happen to it after he passed.”
“What did you do before?”
“I ran a construction company, we specialized in high-rise projects. I’m still part-owner, but my business partner’s running things now.”
I sat on a barstool and said, “What about hiring a manager to run this place and going back to construction?”
“I thought about that and went as far as interviewing candidates, but I just couldn’t find the right person. It’s tough with a family business, this one in particular. I can’t hand the reigns over to just anyone, you know?”
“I can imagine.”
“I better get back to the books.” He picked up his drink and said, “I appreciate the way you come in early to practice, Skye. I gotta admit, I wasn’t too sure about you at first. The blue hair gave a certain impression, I guess. But you’re proving to be one hell of an employee.”
“Thanks, Gary. I didn’t just come to practice today, though. I’m also meeting Dare here.”
He grinned at that. “So you’re actually breaking through those walls. Good for you, kid.” Then he said, “You know what? You two should choreograph a routine and start working the main stage together. I think something real special could come out of that.”
“Sounds fun.”
After Gary returned to his office, I finished my soda and took the main stage. I’d been trying to perfect an elaborate combination move last week, but it needed a bit more work. I’d done it successfully three times in a row when the stage lights came up and a voice said over the P.A. system, “You’re amazing, Skye. I just wanted to tell you that, in case no one has today.”
I smiled in the direction of the D.J. booth as soft music filled the air. I couldn’t actually see Dare because the rest of the club was dark, but I called to him, “How long have you been there? I didn’t hear you come in.”
“Just a few minutes. I love watching you move. Please go back to what you were doing.”
“Do you have a key to the club?”
He appeared in the glow of the stage lights. “Yeah. It’s so I can come in early and train the newbies.”
“Come train this newbie,” I said. “I’ll bet you can help me with this move.”
He climbed the stairs at the side of the stage and smiled at me. He was dressed in sneakers and a grey hoodie over a black tank top and shorts, and looked gorgeous as ever. “I’m happy to help, though that’s not why I asked you to come in early.”
